Ive been into bondage for years but not many people know this about me (In particular the people I work with).
I clean offices in a hospital and work with two woman and a guy.
The guy's 50something and the two women are 40something and 22 (im 19).

We are split into 2 pairs to clean the top and bottom floors of the offices and, as luck would have it im stuck with the 22 year old, Lucy. She is only 5'3, chinese, slim with long black hair that is always tied back.

Me and Lucy were finished early and were taking a break in one of the offices. I had locked the door so no-one could walk in on us while we were taking our 'break'. We were sitting talking and having a laughand as usual, Lucy had kicked off her trainers and had her feet up on the desk while we relaxed. We normally do this when we are bored and its normally in this same office which belongs to one of the big managers who is never in at the same time as us.

She was sitting at the main desk and I was sitting across from her. I think we were talking about the difference between Chinese and Japanese or something...???? cant remember to be honest. Anyway, at one point she started to take a peak through the drawers of the desk. I laughed and told her not to be so nosey but she just shrugged her shoulders and told me to 'shush'. Almost immediately after opening one of the drawers she put her hands to her mouth and started giggling at something.

I initially thought there was something wrong then realised she was laughing. I asked her what wasit was. She reached into the drawer and slowly pulled out a pair of handcuffs. It wasnt just a pair of plastic crappy handcuffs or the ones with a safety catch, it was a real pair of silver, chrome handcuffs with the double lock mechanism!(which I recognised immediately ;-) She dangled them in her hand and laughed in amazement.

I thought about a million things at once when she had them in her hand. I laughed with her but to be honest my mind was elsewhere. She asked why the manager might have a pair of handcuffs in his drawer and suggested he might be into all that kinky stuff. I said he probably got them as some daft christmas present and she agreed and laughed at the thought. She said that she had never worn handcuffs and was about to put them on her wrists before I quickly stopped her. She laughed and told me not to worry. I smugly pointed out that if she wanted to put them on she better find the key first! She studied the cuffs for a second and realised that they were real and looked at me and smiled.

She started to look deep into the drawer in search of the key. She then asked me to help her find it and as we were both rummaging through the drawers it crossed my mind that we were looking for the key in order she could try on a pair of handcuffs! I must admit I was quite excited because I 'am' attracted to her although I see her as more of a 'sister-friend' than a girlfriend (if you know what I mean) I had fantasized about being in this position (or something similar) quite a few times already. 

As we were searching I asked her why she wanted to try them on. She said she was curious and she might as well since there was nothing else to do! I then found myself asking if she had been tied up before. I dont know why I asked, I dont even remember thinking about it. It just came out of the blue. She stopped and laughed at me. She said that if she hadnt been handcuffed what makes me think she might have been tied up?? I just laughed and said something like 'oh, of course'.

Being the clever guy that I am it crossed my mind to check the pencil holder on the managers desk. You know the ones that are shaped as lots of different sized cylindars with two small cups at the bottom. As luck would have it the key was lying in one of these little cups ;-) I immediately said I had found the key and Lucy laughed and seemed slightly excited for a moment. She asked how I knew it was the right key and suggested it might not be the right one. I told her it definately was.

She remarked that I had obviously had a pair of handcuffs before since I knew it was the right key. I was about to shrug this off but thought for a minute. I decided that if I agreed with what she just said she would start asking more questions. I had no idea where I was going with what I was saying or doing but decided to just 'go with the flow'. She asked 'Did you have the same handcuffs before?' smiling at me menacingly. I decided to say I did, although the ones I have are different. She was holding the cuffs in her hands and I was holding the key. She asked if there was a certain way of putting them on and handed them to me. I wasnt sure if she wanted me to demonstrate on myself or to put them on her.

My mind was racing as I looked at her standing there. I remeber thinking why was she was wearing those stupid green socks!! She stood and smiled and asked how to put them on. I wasnt sure what to say or do but found myself approaching her and asking her to put her hands behind her back. She just laughed and told me she wanted to see. She turned around and put her hands out in front of her. I placed the cuffs on her slim wrists, tightening them just enough so she couldnt slip them off. She smiled in amazement and sat down on the managers seat. She stared at them for ages and studied them to see if there was any way of escape. Trying to squeeze her wrists out of them and at one point biting the chain for a laugh. She laughed and joked around, pretending she was a prisoner. She asked me if I had ever wore a pair of handcuffs and I told her I had. I only said this because I had the feeling she would suddenly want me to put them on and I didnt want this to happen.

She asked if I had ever been tied up as a joke and I joked that if I hadnt wore handcuffs what makes her think I had been tied up! She then told me that she would like to be tied up. I was surprised but found myself laughing and asking her why. To be honest I had fantasized about being in this position before and was amazed at how calm I was. She didnt give any explanation as to why she wanted to be tied upand simply said 'it would be interesting'. so in that moment I decided 'FUCK IT' and told her I would tie her up if she wanted. She smiled and jumped up in excitement. To be honest I was very relieved she didnt look at me in disgust.

She said to me in her brilliant chinese accent 'OK, you tie me up then' smiling excitedly. I unlocked the cuffs then asked her to turn around. She quickly did this and put her hands behind her back for me to cuff them. Once I cuffed her wrists I told her to wait a minute while I went and found something else. She asked what I was looking for and I told her I needed a rope or cord. She asked why and I told her she would find out. I was amazed at how clueless she was in terms of bondage and restraints. I suddenly realised that I was the first person to tie her up and I must admit it felt great (in more ways than one ;-) As luck would have it I found an old phone I knew was due to be thrown out. Not really thinking about it I yanked off the cord and approached Lucy with it.

She looked at me and smiled and in a split second she suddenly realised what the cord was for. She laughed and pretended to run off in fear. I played along and took her by the arm. She squirmed a little bit and was laughing a lot by now. I slowly lowered her to the ground and told her to keep still for a minute. She started to pretend she was a prisoner and was asking me to let her go. I ignored her 'pleas' and just laughed with her. I took her feet (which are tiny BTW) and crossed them over at the ankles. I then tied the cable round her ankles and when I had done this I took the cable and placed it round the chain of the cuffs. I quickly pulled the cable and in doing so yanked her feet towards her wrists. She seemed quite surprised at this but at the same time slightly excited. I finished it off by tying the remainder of the cord around her ankles. She tested this and said that it felt strange. I looked at her and for a second thought I must have got lost in one of those fantasies again. But this time it 'was' real ;-)

After about 2 minutes of trying to escape she asked to be untied. I let her go and she said that I should be tied up now. Thankfully I noticed that we were due to finsh in about 15 minutes and told her 'maybe another time'. We carefully put the cuffs back in the drawer, the key back in its place and the now destroyed phone and cable back where I had found it.

As we were locking up all the offices Lucy described how strange it felt to be tied up and how powerless it felt. But also that she had enjoyed the feeling. Before we were ready to go home she smiled at me and told me she would hold me to what I said and she would get me 'another time'. I shook my head at her and smiled but inside I was starting to look forward to what she was suggesting.

This all happened on the 29th December. She still hasnt got back to me on what she said she would but if ever she does I will let y'all know at some point.
 

What did you think of my experience?? I am interested to find out if there are people who have had similar experiences and have enjoyed them as much. Email me david_smith333@msn.com (preferred)
or david_smith333@yahoo.com
or david_smith333@hotmail.com

Or simply say something on forum as you probably will!!

Thank You
David Smith
 

The main one for me was 7 years ago, when I was 14. I was visiting my cousin Staceys house for the summer. Shes the same age as me so we've always got on really well. If she wasnt my cousin I would love to get to know her better if you know what I mean. At 14 she was about 5'3, slim, red hair and had sharp piercing eyes similar to Tea Leonis.

I hadnt seen her since last year and for some reason it felt different this year. It was almost as if we had grown apart. I know I was definately starting to see things a bit differently. We were still best of friends and were having a laugh but seemed to be holding a little back.

After a few days had passed I was in bed and she came into my room as she usually did to speak to me. I immediately noticed what she was wearing. Tiny white panties, white laced socks and a small bra. I didnt say anything but decided it was best to stay under my covers. Although I had seen her naked hundreds of times before this time was different. I wasnt sure what to say but since she was acting her usual playful self I tried to put it to the back of my mind. We got talking and started talking about everything again.

Years back when we were much younger I had tied her up just as a part of a game we were playing. She asked 'Do you remember when you tied me up?' and gave me a wicked smile I immediately recognised. I knew straight away what she was suggesting but was unsure what to do. I wanted to go for it and just have a laugh but I knew all I had on underneath was my boxers. She laughed at me and told me not to be such a spoiler and quickly yanked my bedcovers from me. I tried to stop her from doing this but was unable to do so. Thankfully with being given such a fright I was saved a sure embaressment ;-) I asked her outright what she wanted to do. She started rolling around on my bed and jumping about a bit. She said that I should learn to have a laugh sometimes.
'You remember when you tied me up? that was fun. D'you wanna do that again?'
I said I didnt know but really I knew I would love to.
She jumped up and almost shouted 'come on'. I was excited as she led me through the hall to her bedroom. I walked behind her and must admit something inside me was letting me know how good she looked from behind. I dont know if she was aware of this but I 'definately' was. Her legs were so smooth and her feet were so small. I was worried and was thinking about going back to bed for about a split second.

As we approached her room I could hear some faint noises from inside. I began to get REAL worried. I was almost certain I heard a girls voice. I asked Stacey what that noise was and she said it was nothing. I began to get suspicious. She then laughed and told me not to worry. She explained that two of her friends from school had come over to stay the night. I suddenly realised I was only in my boxers and was about to meet two of Staceys friends. I told her I had to go and get some more clothes but she just grabbed me by the arm and told me not to worry.
'We're hardly wearing any clothes anyway!! Dont be a square Stuart, just come in.'

As I walked in I could only see one of her friends. Stacey was still holding my arm at this point and grinned knowingly at me for a split second. In that split second I realised what was about to happen. The one friend I saw was sitting on the floor beside lots of ropes and was fiddling with them in her hands. The other friend I caught glimpse of out the corner of my eye. I immediately noticed that Stacey was correct that they were wearing next to nothing. Both her friends were wearing small nightgowns light pink and blue. 
Stacey introduced them as Steph and Natalie. I didnt look at them in too much detail because I was more intrigued at the way they were placed in the room. Stacey had now stood to the right of me as Steph had edged her way towards the left of me. I was stainding in the centre of the room and it suddenly dawned on me what was happening here. Even moreso when I saw what Steph pulled from behind her back. I looked in horror at something I immediately recognised. All three girls laughed out loud. It was the handcuffs I had left here all those years back. Stacey joked that it was her
turn now since I had so much fun a couple years back. I told them to leave me alone and decided that I wasnt going to let anything happen to me in this room.

I was determined and told them that I wanted to go to bed. I suddenly found myself surrounded by three even more determined girls. I looked at Stacey and asked her not to be stupid. She just laughed and told me to have some fun for once. And as quickly as that all three pounced at once on to me. I was certain that I would be OK since they were all quite small and petite and (although I was only 14) I was quite a lot stronger than them all. Or so I thought. I was amazed to find that they had managed to pull me to the ground. All three of them lay on top of me. Stacey wrapped her legs around my torso tightly and managed to pin my arms to my sides quite effectively. Steph and Natalie were holding me down as well. Natalie was hugging onto my ankles while Steph had her knee pressed against my forehead (which was hurting a lot BTW) Stacey was VERY excited and shouted for the handcuffs. Steph reached for them and as she did I tried to struggle free. Stacey tightened her thighs and began to get serious. She told me just to take it easy cos theyre only trying to have some fun. I wasnt sure what to say so just said nothing. Steph took the handcuffs and managed to cuff one of my wrists. She then pulled my arm from the side of my torso to behind my back. As she did this Stacey ordered Natalie to start tying my legs together. As the other wrist was getting cuffed I could feel my ankled being crossed over and a length of rope being encircled round them. All the while I was struggling against Staceys grip around my torso. I must admit I was VERY surprised at her strength. After a few momnents I felt a tight tug at my ankles then Natalie saying she had finished. The other two stood up and began laughin out loud and slapping their thighs in their fits of laughter. Stacey lay on top of me straddling me and looking down at my face. 'Cheer up' she said, 'you had your turn remember, now its our tuen for some fun'.

Ill maybe post the rest some other time, must go for now.
Ill be reading the forum for comments, 

Thanks
Stuart.

Please finish your story stuart and tell us if Lucy ever get to tie you up David. Good to see some stories again.

Rod and Todd were off at "Everyone Is Evil But You" bible camp. Lisa was off at Band Camp, Bart was off at "CIA's Junior Asssasins" camp Homer was in the hospital with yet another heart attack. Ned feeling bored went over to visit his neighbor Marge Simpson to see if she needed help with Maggie. 
Ned knocked on the door.
"Hidelio neighboor."
"Come in Ned." said Marge.
"How did you know it was dillio me." said Ned.
"I always know when it is you." said Marge.
"Why is the light off in the living room?" said Ned.
"Now that I'm alone," said Marge, "I don't need to clean up my family's mess. But it is so filthy that I don't want anyone to see it."
"Don't dillyoh worry," said Ned, "I'll help you clean it up."
"No Ned, don't." said Marge.
"It's no trouble at all." said Ned. "That's what neighbors are for."
Ned bent down to pick up the loose Krusty Brand Pork Butt Chips(a whole pork butt fried in deep lard.)and he was so concerned about helping Marge that he didn't notice that the chips were a weighted trigger for a snare trap. Once the weight was removed the trap sprung, around Ned's legs puling him up into the air upside down.
Suddenly the lights in the living room went on. Upside down Ned wonderd if his postion was causing him to halucinate because he saw Marge Simpson standing in a skin tight rubber cat suit with thigh boots. Her hands were on her hips. She looked very Angry.
"I told you not to clean up Flanders. But you didn't obey me. Now you must be punished!"
Marge grabbed one of her Homey's belts. It was so large that it could fully wrap around Ned's body. Once he was completely helpless Marge grabbed a second belt of Homies and using it as a whip slashed the rope holding Ned in the air. He dropped like the Tablets when thrown by Moses off of the mountain. Marge threw away Ned's glasses and then picked him up by his hair until his face was level with her crotch.

"I can assure you Flanders your punishment will be long and hard," she said. "But that is for later. For now, Ned, eat my shorts!"

"Oh dilly my!" he said.

Rod and Todd were off at "Everyone Is Evil But You" bible camp. Lisa was off at Band Camp; Bart was off at "CIA's Junior Assassins" camp. Homer was in the hospital with yet another heart attack. Ned feeling bored went over to visit his neighbor Marge Simpson to see if she needed help with Maggie. 
Ned knocked on the door.
"Hidelio neighbor."
"Come in Ned,” said Marge.
"How did you know it was dillio me." said Ned.
"I always know when it is you,” said Marge.
"Why is the light off in the living room?" said Ned.
"Now that I'm alone," said Marge; "I don't need to clean up my family's mess. But it is so filthy that I don't want anyone to see it."
"Don't dillyoh worry," said Ned, "I'll help you clean it up."
"No Ned, don't." said Marge.
"It's no trouble at all." said Ned. "That's what neighbors are for."
Ned bent down to pick up the loose Krusty Brand Pork Butt Chips (a whole pork butt fried in deep lard.) and he was so concerned about helping Marge that he didn't notice that the chips were a weighted trigger for a snare trap. Once the weight was removed the trap sprung, around Ned's legs puling him up into the air upside down.
Suddenly the lights in the living room went on. Upside down Ned wondered if his position was causing him to hallucinate because he saw Marge Simpson standing in a skin tight rubber cat suit with thigh boots. Her hands were on her hips. She looked very angry.
"I told you not to clean up Flanders. But you didn't obey me. Now you must be punished!"
Marge grabbed one of her Homey's belts. It was so large that it could fully wrap around Ned's body. Once he was completely helpless Marge grabbed a second belt of Homey's and using it as a whip slashed the rope holding Ned in the air. He dropped like the Tablets when thrown by Moses off of the mountain. Marge threw away Ned's glasses and then picked him up by his hair until his face was level with her hip area.

"I can assure you Flanders your punishment will be long and hard," she said. "But that is for later. For now, Ned, eat my shorts!"

"Oh dilly my!" he said.
 

I wanna hear about the "prison"!

Please email me. blindfoldgirl@hotmail.com

Thanks.

The last posting i sent has been deleted which is admittedly disappointing. I didnt think it was THAT bad but then again it isnt my decision. if what i have to tell isnt the sort of thing you want on this site then f##k it i just wont take the time out of my life to even bother.

thanks a lot

Is that, like, a TRUE story?

Snake

Happened just after the baby sitter got the Simpsons into bondage, (7G01) but they never screened the ep. Pity. Sad they never showed the Homer does Maude ep either. The way he had her spreadeagled ...

The way I see it, if you can raise three children who can knock out and hog-tie a perfect stranger, you must be doing something right.

For once the nerdy Millhouse tells it, like truer than true.
 

Stuart, I think your story is superb. I dont know why Canuck deemed it something he didnt want on his site and would actually like an explanation from him (if you are reading this canuck). I was lucky enough to read the second part of your story and I thought it was brilliant.

You shouldnt let something like this put you off from posting more of your stories on this website. And please finish the story cos I dont think Im the only one waiting to see what Stacey and her 2 friends get up to ;-)

When I get an answer from Canuck I will fniish my story.

About 6 months ago I was at a guys house. I dont fancy him at all but he is a great laugh and a great friend. we were in his room watching TV. I know he has a foot fetish cos every time i take my shoes off he stares at my feet (lol). i was lying on his bed and he was sitting on a chair next to the bed. Out of the blue he produced a pair of handcuffs and asked if I wanted to 'try them on my ankles'. This confirmed what I thought so just for fun I thought id play along. He then got some handcuffs and told me he was going to handcuff my wrists to his bed. When he did this he then took off one of the cuffs from my ankles and then put it on again which I thought was VERY STRANGE????????????

I SUDDENLY I WAS NOW HANDCUFFED HANDS AND FEET TO HIS BED AND COMPLETELY HELPLESS.

He tickled my feet and legs for about 5-10 minutes and then finally left me alone.

I told him to let me go and he just laughed and told me to shut up. To be honest I wasnt that bothered and just lay back in his bed and started watching TV with him. I dont know why he handcuffed me to his bed but when he let me go he just laughed and told me to take it easy ;-)

I found this site while surfing for some different information, but the stories are quite
interesting. I have one very memorable tie-up experience from many years ago. This is a high-school story but I'm posting here because it's PG-13, a bit of nudity but no sex. I had totally forgotten about this
until just recently, when my sister-in-law purchased the house in which this incident
occurred. Names have been changed, and I have used “historical fiction” to liven up the
details that I don’t quite remember exactly, but the basics are true. Also, I haven’t done
much tie-up, so I don’t know some of the technical terms for knots and gags that are used
on this page - so bear with me.

It was December 1985, I was 15. It was Christmas Break and my friend Curtis and I
were invited over to the house of two sisters who were friends of ours. We would be
joined by three other girls. Curtis and I were both Sophomores - the bottom rung of the
social ladder in our 3-year high school, and all of the girls were Juniors and Seniors. So,
while none of the five girls were considered “hot”, our friends were quite impressed that
we were hanging out with upperclass girls.

The players:

Tonya - the older sister. She had just turned 18, a Senior, was above-average height with
shoulder-length brown hair. She was a little on the heavy side - not really fat, but not a
fashion model by any stretch. She had a very funny, bubbly personality, and was known
for being adventurous and willing to try new things for a good time.

Lisa - the younger sister. She was almost 17, a Junior, and had red hair about 5 inches
below the shoulders. She was a little on the short side, and average build. Lisa had the
more skeptical personality. She was more serious, and had to be coaxed into new things.

Ashley - Tonya’s best friend. Ashley was the oldest of the group, having turned 18 at the
beginning of this, her Senior year. She was a little on the short side, with a pretty nice
build. With her shoulder-length auburn hair and blue eyes, she was my favorite, and I
had a terrible crush on her. She was playful, like Tonya, but more devious.

Donna - Lisa’s best friend. Donna was also a redhead, and a bit on the tall side, taller
than either Curtis or I. She was 17, a Junior, and average build. Like Lisa, was was a bit
cynical, but always seemed to be the victim of the pranks of the group. She often had her
shoestrings tied together, snowballs thrown down her back, or waterballoons exploded on
the front of her white T-shirt, and other pranks. She was always a perfect victim.

Audrey - the Aloof One. Audrey was on the peripheral of our group. We all knew her,
but she was often quiet, and very cerebral. She seldom spoke, but when she did it was
often the funniest comment of the night. She was also a Senior, but not quite 18, tall and
slender with short-cropped brown hair.

Curtis - my best friend since elementary school. We had been through a lot together over
the years. He had just turned 16 and was driving. He was also my co-general in war
games we often played with area guys in the hundreds of acres of woods behind his
home. We had been planning a final, all-out war game in the Spring as many of our
regulars were graduating and leaving for college. As a result, we had been stockpiling
rope, handcuffs, tape and other supplies for our interrogating “prisoners” during our final
assault, and these supplies were in his car.

We arrived at the house around 6:00. The sisters were bored because their parents had
gone on a ski vacation and left them alone at home. I asked what was on the agenda for
the evening, and Ashley coyly responded, “We thought we’d just tie you up and molest
you!”
“Errr. Um. Actually, we planned on a movie and pizza!”, interrupted Tonya, glaring at
Ashley. I filed this thought away for later.

We promptly went downstairs to the partially-finished basement and watched Nightmare
On Elm Street, which had just come out on video. After the movie, we went back
upstairs and ordered a pizza. While the pizza was coming, we discussed what we would
do afterwards. It was decided that we would play Trivial Pursuit. Now, I was, and am, a
virtual storehouse of useless information. I was a starter on our State Runner-up
Academic Quiz Team (if you don’t know what that is, think Jeapordy with teams), and I
knew that I could take the girls single-handedly in this game.

“What about Ashley’s idea?” I asked.
“What?”
“You know, tying us up and molesting us! That could be a bit of fun!”
Curtis looked quizzically at me...he wondered what I was up to.
“But I’m not going to just give up...you’re going to have to EARN it and give us a
sporting chance!”, I said.
“Hmmm. Whaddaya have in mind?”, Ashley said, coyly.
“Well, let’s play Trivial Pursuit as teams, you five girls against the two of us. Then, IF
you win, you can tie us up and do whatever you have in mind!”
“Anything?”, quipped Donna.
“Yes, anything. But....”
“But WHAT?”, said Donna. “Are you gonna chicken ut and put some ridiculous rules on
us?”
“By no means! I was just going to say that if WE beat YOU, then WE can tie YOU up!”
There was a buzz of discussion.
“No! No!” said Lisa. “I know there’s NO chance of them winning, but I’m NOT going
to let them RAPE me or anything!”
“Whoa, Whoa!” I said. “Who said anything about that? Look, if you accept our
challenge, write down the rules! Tell us EXACTLY what we can and can’t do, and we’ll
follow it, agreed? But keep in mind, there are FIVE of you and TWO of us, plus you are
all upperclassemen so you know more than us. If we win, we should get a good prize. 
And the more rules you write, the less fun you can have with us, too”
The girls huddled.
Then they agreed. After a short discussion it was determined that the losers could be
bound and gagged in any fashion desired and could lose all clothing. Also, touching and
kissing was allowed anywhere except the pelvic region. We also agreed that, to make it
more fun, we would use dice to determine what would happen to the losers. To make it
sporting, we would make it POSSIBLE, but not likely, that the losers could keep their
clothes.
The pizza arrived and was devoured in typical teenage fashion.. Then the game began. 
We again headed downstairs and broke out the game. It wasn’t even close. Curtis and I
quickly jumped out to a 3 pie to zero lead, and the girls started bickering with each other
about every answer. We Won 6-2 in a mere 30 minutes. Our victory came on an “Arts
and Literture” question about Lord of the Flies, a book that we had just read in class!

Now the REAL game began. Curtis and I decided to deal with the girls one at a time. 
Each girl rolled the dice to determine who our first victim would be. It was Audrey. The
other girls were taken to a closet on the other side of the basement, and we used a
straight-backed chair under the doorknob to “lock” them in, like we had seen in a rerun
episode of Happy Days.

Our dice matrix was as follows:
2 - Switch to next victim
3 - replace 1 item of clothing or remove one binding - victim’s choice
4 - kiss the victim on any exposed skin for 3 minutes
5 - tickle the victim for 3 minutes
6 - remove 1 arcticle of clothing below waist
7 - remove 1 artcicle of clothing above waist
8 - Blindfold victim, if done already gag victim
9 - Add 1 binding anywhere except arms
10 - remove 1 article of clothing - your choice. If impossible, add 2 bindings
11 - strip victim naked - if done already, hogtie victim and roll matrix 3
12 - go to matrix 2

Matrix 2 (1 die)
1 - tie victim’s hands together in front
2 - tie victim’s hands together behind back
3 - tie victim to a chair, use as many bindings as desired
4 - tie victim’s hands together and to a solid object above head
5 - tie victim “spread eagle” to any objects
6 - hogtie victim

Matrix 3
Roll both dice 5 times - total is minutes each winner gets to “have their way” [within the
rules] with the victim.

Audrey was first. She was dressed simply - a grey sweatshirt, grey sweatpants, white
tube socks and dirty tennis shoes. She had absolutely NOT expected to lose. We led her
into the center of the room.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this! Alright, let’s get this started.”She said.

Curtis rolled first: 8 - We had already retrieved our “goodies” from his car, and searched
the house for any useful items. Curtis took a long, wooly winter scarf and wrapped it
around her head. It reached around about three times, and he tied it in the back.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”, he said. Audrey shook her head.
My roll: 7 I had but one choice. “Take off you sweatshirt!” I said.
Audrey sighed, but reached her arms down, grabbed the sweatshirt and pulled it over her
head, revealing a blue T-shirt underneath.
“Prepared, were we!” I said, jokingly. I grabbed the sweatshirt from her and tossed it to
the corner of the room.
Curtis’ roll: 7 “We’ll remedy THAT situation! Put your hands up!”, he demanded. As
she reached her arms straight up, Curtis pulled the T-shirt easily off, revealing a plain,
white bra. Audrey crossed her arms in front of her as if she were cold.
My roll: 5 “I’ve got some room to work with here!” I told Audrey to lay down on the
floor, and Curtis held her hands above her head. I tickled mercilessly for the alotted
time, on her sides, stomach, and below her arms. She squirmed, laughed, and yelled. 
When I finished, she remained on the floor, seemingly exhausted.
Curtis’ Roll: 2 “Well, have a seat on the couch...we’ll be back for more later!”
We led her to the couch and she had a seat. Ashley was next. I was looking forward to
this!
As she entered the room, she looked at Audrey. “That doesn’t look too bad!”
“She’s not done yet!” Curtis replied.

Ashley was wearing a black cardigan sweater over a blue, long-sleeved blouse. She was
also wearing a neat knee-length denim skirt with thigh-high black hose and black pumps.
It was my roll since Curtis had let Audrey go.
“Now it’s time for US to molest YOU!” I giggled.
“You don’t have the NERVE,” she taunted.
“You’d better HOPE they don’t!”, chimed in Audrey.

I rolled: 10. I circled her, eying her from top to bottom. “Decisions, decisions!”
“Give me your shoes.”
“Oooh, I feel SO violated!”, she cooed, as she kicked them into the air.
“By the way, don’t I have TWO shoes?”
“Yes, but it’s one PAIR, just like socks, pants and shorts, one pair equals one item.”
Curtis responded.
Curtis’ roll: 7 “Now, let’s lose the sweater.” Ashley playfully performed a comedic
strip-tease as she unbuttoned and removed the sweater. “Are you turned on yet?”, she
said.
My roll: 7 “Lose the blouse and maybe I will be!”
“If you’re gonna be THAT way about it, take it off yourself!” she said.
I told her to put her arms up, then slowly rolled the shirt up from her waist, stopping
briefly as it cleared the top of her bra.
“Take a picture of ‘em. It’ll last longer!”, she joked.
“Maybe later” I said as I pulled the blouse off the rest of the way, and dropped it on the
pile with the others.
Curtis’ roll: 9
“Oooo! This is gonna be fun!” Curtis reached into the “goodies” bag and held
something behind his back. “You know what ELSE comes in pairs, besides shoes and
pants? Handcuffs!” The cuffs made a satisfying series of “clicks” as they wrapped
snugly around her ankles.
“I LOVE it when boys give me jewelry!” she laughed.
My roll: 8 A similar winter scarf was wrapped around her eyes and tied in the back.
Curtis’ roll: 8 “Now, we’ll shut her up!” he said. He put one of Tonya’s socks that we
had taken from her dresser drawer and stuffed it in Ashley’s mouth. A strip of duct taped
was added to keep it in.
My roll: “7 again. It’s time to let the girls out to play! Do you want to do the honors, or
should I?”
She reached her hands behind her back and unclasped the bra. I helped her the rest of the
way out and dropped it on the pile. “A little chilly, are we?” I said. She crossed her
arms in front of her breasts.
“Serves you right!” said Audrey.
Curtis’ roll: 9 “You’d better sit down for this one.” After sitting her on the floor, Curtis
took a piece of rope and tied her legs together snugly just above the knees.
My roll: 6 I gently reached up under her skirt, one leg at a time, and rolled the hose
down to just above the rope. “That’ll have to do for now.” I said. “They’ll come the rest
of the way off later.”
Curtis’ roll: 9 “NOW what can I do?” He pondered the situation a moment, then pulled
out a longer rope. He tied one end around one of the ceiling joists, and the other end
around the handcuffs at her ankles. He then pulled her up, so that her legs were straight
up in the air, but her back was still on the floor. In this position, gravity pulled her skirt
high above her waist, showing her white cotton panties.
My roll: 10. I had two choices. However, her skirt was already useless, and she had
taunted us quite a bit, so I really had but one choice. I gently grabbed the waistband of
her panties and pulled them “up” until they reached the knee rope. So, while she was
still wearing her skirt, nothing was left to the imagination.
Curtis’ roll: 4 No Fair! It should’ve been me! He kissed her all over - starting with her
neck, then working “up” to each breast, her stomach, her upper thinghs. He was having a
grand time, and she didn’t seem to mind.
My roll: 4 Hooray! My turn! I enjoyed my kissing time in the same ways as Curtis.
Curtis’ Roll: 11. We pulled her skirt off, then unbound her legs and ankles, peeled off
the panties and hose, and re-bound her as before with the ropes and handcuffs. She was
nearly completely at our mercy now, but the game was not over because her arms were
still free.
My roll: 10. Now I had to add 2 bindings, but the hands were still not allowed. I tied
one rope around her torso. just below her breasts.. I then ran a second from her knee rope
around the torso rope and pulled tight, pulling her torso toward her still-upright legs until
she was bent at the waist at about a 45 degree angle. I didn’t want to go tighter for fear
of impeding her breathing.
Curtis’ roll: 5. I held Ashley’s arms behind her back while Curtis tickled her naked body
relentlessly. She screamed into the gag, squirming and writihing. He tickled her feet,
behind her knees, around her waist, her stomach, her neck and under her arms.
My roll: 4. More kissing. Now her breasts were hard to reach, but her legs were easy
targets, so I concentrated my efforts there.
Curtis’ roll: 9. “Now what?” After a few minutes thought, he ran a rope around her
cuffed ankles, under the left armpit, across the back, under the right armpit, and back to
the ankles, reenforcing her “pretzel” position.
My roll: 12! Jackpot! “The game is almost over for you!” I said. I rolled a 5. “Let’s
take her to Tonya’s room!” In our previous exploration of the house, we had noticed
Tonya’s queen-size canopy bed. We knew this would work great! We untied Ashley
from the ceiling and caried her upstairs. We decided to use the canopy to its best effect,
and instead of tying her limbs to the bedposts, we tied them to the four corners of the
canopy rails with rope. This left her arms and legs in the air at 45 degree angles. We left
the gag and blindfold as before, and returned downstairs for our next victim. We would
take our bonus roll later.

Tonya was next. She was wearing a white turtleneck blouse, a pair a blue jeans, white
socks and dirty tennis shoes. As we led her into the room, she asked, “Where’s Ashley?”
“If you’re lucky, you’ll see later”, he chuckled.
“She’s in your room, and a little tied up at the moment!”, said Audrey.
“Well, here we go!”, she joked.
Curtis’ roll: 7 “Right down to business! Take off your shirt!” She complied, but not too
eagerly.
My roll: 2. “Drat!”
“Ha Ha!”, she said. “That wasn’t so bad!”
“Have a seat next to Audrey and watch the show!” I said.

Lisa was next. She was wearing a red button-down blouse with black pants, black socks
and black tennis shoes. “Time to show your stuff, little Sis!” she laughed at Lisa.
“Oh shut up! If not for you and Ashley, we wouldn’t be IN this mess!”
“Oh, really?” I asked. “Yeah. It was their idea to get YOU GUYS tied up and naked
tonight, but NO! They had to talk us into YOUR plan!”, she said.
“Is this true, Tonya?”, I asked.
“Yes. We had it all planned out.”
“Yup, that’s right”, acknowledged Audrey.
“Where are your supplies, then?” asked Curtis.
“Our what?”
“Your supplies, to tie us up with?” Our stockpile was getting low, plus we wanted to see
what they had had in mind. 
“In my room, under my bed.” Tonya said. “In a backpack.”
I went upstairs and found a cornucopia of supplies, from furry handcuffs to tape, rope,
chains, scarves and a Polaroid. We were going to have LOTS of fun now using THEIR
supplies on THEM! I checked on Ashley while I was there, and asked her if everything
was okay. She nodded. I then told her we knew about the plans, and we were going to
get them good for it. She squirmed a bit against her ropes. I noticed that her right arm
was a little loose. She had been picking at the knots with her fingers.
“We’ll have none of THAT!” I said. I took a roll of duct tape out of their bag and
wrapped her fingers up like mittens with it on both hands so that she couldn’t pick at the
ropes. “That’ll keep ya!” I returned downstairs.

We thanked Tonya for her cooperation, and began our work on her sister.
Curtis rolled first: 9 “Let’s see, I think I have some furry pink cuffs for your ankles!”, he
said giggling.
My roll: 9 “And I have this nice black blindfold for your eyes!” I said.
Curtis’ roll: 2 “Drat! I lost another one!”
“You can’t get the sisters!”, shouted Tonya!
“Okay, you three, back in the closet while we do Donna. We’ll be BACK for you!”
We carried Lisa, and led Tonya Audrey back to the closet, and prepared Donna for her
time.

“We know about the plans”, I said.
“What plans?”
“Don’t be coy, Tonya and Lisa spilled the beans. We’re gonna get you gals GOOD
now!”
Donna looked worried. She was not dressed for this kind of game. She was wearing a
sweatshirt over a one-piece spandex outfit, with pink socks and white tennies shoes. She
had been at dance team practice before coming over.
My roll: 9 “Let’s start with a gag. I don’t want the others to hear you scream!” I said, as
I stuffed one of their scarves in her mouth, and sealed it with a strip of duct tape.
Curtis’ roll: 5. “Good thing about the gag, because you WILL want to scream!” We
made her lay down on the floor while I held her arms above her head, and Curtis did his
tickling with great zeal. While she was dressed, the spandex made tickling very easy, and
Donna squealed and squirmed considerably. Sweat broke out on her forehead.
My roll: 8. “And now go the eyes!” Again, I used one of the girls’ own scarves and
wrapped it around her head and tied it in the back.
Curtis’ roll: 2

“You have GOT to stop doing that!”, I screamed. “Alright, back to the closet with you!”
We decided to use the previuos order, so Audrey was next. To recap, she was
blindfolded and wearing a bra, sweatpants, socks and shoes.
My roll: 4. She wasn’t my favorite of the group, but she wasn’t gagged, so I spent my
three minutes kissing her on the lips, and she responded in kind. Obviously, she wasn’t
too upset at the situation.
Curtis’ Roll: 5. Again we had her lay on the floor while I held her arms and Curtis
tickled away.
My roll: 5. We switched places, and I did the tickling. This was a long time for her to
endure, and she was squirming wildly and screaming.
Curtis’ roll: 8. “Time to muffle those screams!”, he said. Again, one of Tonya’s socks
and duct tape did the trick.
My roll: 9. “It seems kinda silly, but this might come in handy later,” I said, as I
wrapped a long rope around her torso below the breasts, just like I had done with Ashley.
Curtis’ Roll: 5. More tickling. This time, since she was gagged, Curtis was a bit more
aggressive, and Audrey began sweating profusely.
My roll: 10. “Hmmm. What to choose?” Should I take the bra and expose her top, or
go low? I chose low. As she was still on the floor, I grabbed the sweatpants and tugged
them off. She was expecting either bra or shoes - the pants caught her off guard.
Curtis’ roll: 9. With the pants gone, now the ankles made sense. This time, rope was his
method rather than handcuffs, and he tied her ankles tightly.
My roll: 7. Now I was glad I had chosen the pants. I sat Audrey up, crawled around
behind her and unclasped her bra, then flung it atop our growing pile.
Curtis’ roll: 4. Now Audrey was showing plenty of skin, and Curtis made the best of his
kissing time, concentrating near her breasts.
My roll: 4. One good turn deserves another! Between the cold of the basement and
Curtis’ stimulation, her nipples were quite perky, so I took advantage of the situation
with my time as well.
Curtis’ roll: 11. He untied her ankles, gently removed her shoes, socks, and panties, and
re-tied her ankles. We were going well this time!
My roll: 10. I first tied her legs tight just above the knees with a rope, then ran a second
rope from her knee rope through her ankle rope and back, and pulled tight. She was now
in kind of a half-hogtie.
Curtis’ roll: 2 “I did it again!” We carried Audrey to the couch, obviously in much
greater peril than her first time with us, and we went back for Tonya.

As a recap, Tonya had lost only her blouse in the first encounter, and she had no bindings
at all. She looked at Audrey as she came in the room. “Not so lucky this time, eh?” 
Audrey shook her head. “Well, you STILL won’t get ME! I’m INVINCIBLE!”, she said,
almost laughing.
My roll: 3. She had only one choice. We rummaged through the pile and returned her
blouse. “INVINCIBLE!”, she screamed.
Curtis’ roll: 8. A silk scarf was chosen from the girls’ bag and placed around her head.
My roll: 7. “Now, Miss Invincible, I’d like the shirt back!” She complied. 
Curtis’ roll: 10. “And the bra, if you please!” She paused a moment, then sighed “Oh
well” and reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, flinging it at Curtis.
My roll: 6. I didn’t think I could pull the jeans over her shoes, so this time I went
low-key. “And the shoes, please. How do you feel NOW, Miss Invincible?”
“You haven’t beaten me yet!”, she replied, defiantly.
Curtis’ roll: 6. “Now, if you would do me the favor of dropping trou’!”
She gave a defiiant “Hrrmph!”, then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and down they
went. We couldn’t believe our eyes! She was wearing long underwear - pink,
daisy-covered longjohns! We had never thought of a girl wearing them, and who knew
they made them in PINK! We laughed hysterically.
My roll: 11. “And now, Miss Invincible, take it ALL off!” We hummed a
“striptease”-type song as she wiggled her way out of the longjohns, then pulled off her
socks. When she was done, she stood with her feet shoulder-with apart, put her hands
and her hips, and said, “How do you like it?”. We just laughed.
Curtis’ roll: 5. Curtis had her lay on the floor, and I assumed the position to hold her
arms down. He tickled her all over - feet, behind the knees, under the arms, stomach,
neck - everywhere. Tonya laughed heartily and wiggled.
My roll: 12. Jackpot! “It’s all over for Miss Invincible!”. 
I rolled again: 3. We led her upstairs to the kitchen and sat her in a wooden kitchen
chair.We cuffed her hands behind her back with the cuffs running through the center
support. We tied her ankles each to a chair leg, tied her elbows together, tied two ropes
around the chair and her torso, one each above and below her breasts. Then we tied a
rope to each of her legs just below the knees, and tied these ropes to the back legs of the
chair, forcing her legs into an open position. The sock and duct tape gag completed the
arrangement.
“We’ll be back for you later!” I said. While we were out of the basement, we made a
quick check on Ashley. She looked asleep, so we both gave her a quick tickle in the ribs. 
She squirmed and screamed into the gag. “Just checking on you! Is everything okay?” 
She nodded. Back downstairs for Lisa!

To recap, Lisa was wearing a red button-down blouse with black pants, black socks and
black tennis shoes. Her ankles were cuffed and she was blindfolded. We carried her into
the room. “Hey Tonya, how’d it go?”, she asked. Silence returned. “Tonya? Audrey”
“Mrrrph”
“We’ve been doing much better lately!”, I grinned. “Be prepared for the worst!”
Curtis’ roll: 5. “Let’s start with some exercise!” We layed her on the floor and he
proceeded to tickle. Since she was well-clothed, the neck seemed the best spot.
My roll: 8. “Say goodnight!” “Goodnrrph!”, she said as I again used our now tried-and
true sock + tape gag.
Curtis’ roll: 6. “I’ll go easy on ya and just take the shoes...for NOW.”
My roll: 10 . “I’m NOT going to be so nice!” I gently uncuffed her ankles, and pulled
off her black pants, revealing her pink cotton briefs. Then I recuffed her ankles.
Curtis’ roll: 12! “Well, it’s over now anyway!”
He rolled again: 5. We had peaked too soon. She was going to be well-tied, but she was
keeping most of her clothes! For Lisa, it was the oak dining room table. We took her
upstairs and snugly tied each limb to a different leg of the table. Then, having learned
from my mistake with Ashley, duct tape was wrapped around her fingers. We then
checked on Ashley and Tonya before returning downstairs for Donna.

Donna was gagged and blindfolded, but still fully-dressed, such as that was, in her
sweatshirt and one-piece spandex outfit. As we led Donna back into the room, Curtis
remarked how quiet it was with the two of us being the only ones in the house not
gagged.
I rolled first: 4. There wasn’t much exposed skin to work with, so I gently kissed her on
all sides of her neck, hoping to “warm her up” for what was to come.
Curtis’ roll: 6.. “And so it begins. I’ll take your shoes, please.” Donna kicked them off.
My roll: 10. “And now the sweatshirt, if you please!”. Donna pulled the shirt up and
off, and dropped it at her side. I turned to Curtis and whispered, “Do you notice
something unusual?”. He paused a moment, then looking at her, he said, “Oh! I see what
you mean - no lines! None at all!” We had assumed that she might not be wearing a bra
under her spandex, but now that her oversize sweatshirt, which had covered her down to
mid-thigh, was gone, we could easily see that there was nothing at all under the spandex -
neither bra nor panties. This was going to be fun!
Curtis’ roll: 4. There was a little more skin, but Curtis was still limited to neck and arms
for his kissing.
My roll: 5. We again layed her on the floor, and Curtis held her arms while I tickled. A
few well-placed hands confirmed what our eyes had told us - she was now practically
naked.
Curtis’ roll: 10. “I’ll take the socks - that way we can have some REAL fun if we get to
tickle you again!” We didn’t let Donna know that we knew she was down to her last
article.
My roll: 4. More gentle kissing. It seemed to calm her nerves a bit, and she was
relaxing.
Curtis’ roll: 6. “Well, Donna, here’s the problem. In order to take off what’s below the
waist, we need the whole outfit, understand?” She nodded. “Do you want to do it, or
should I?”. She pointed to herself. She stood up and crossed her arms, grabbing opposite
shoulder straps. She hesitated a moment, then started rolling the suit off. She bent over
and contnued rolling until the suit was a pile on the floor, and she gently stepped out of
it. There she was, now completely naked. Only Lisa had escaped that fate. Now it was
up to how she would be bound.
My roll: 12! “Game, set, and match! I said. It’s all over for you now.”
I rolled again. 4.
We took another pair of the girls’ furry handcuffs, and cuffed her hands. We then took a
piece of rope and tied it to the ceiling joist to which Ashley’s legs had been tied. We ran
the rope under the cuffs - between her hands, and back up and over the joist. We pulled
the rope tight so that her arms we high over her head, but so that her feet were still firmly
planted on the ground.

After we checked on the conditions of the three upstairs, we turned to finishing off
Audrey.

Audrey had been on the couch for quite some time. She was naked, gagged, blindfolded,
and her legs and ankles were tied. In addition to her “half-hogtie”, she also wore a rope
around her torso, just below the breasts. Only her arms were free.
Curtis’ roll: 11. Well, she was already naked, so it was time to complete the hogtie. He
crossed her wrists behind her back, and tied them snugly. Another rope was run from
ankles to wrists, and was pulled tight. As a bit of overkill, Curtis also insisted on roping
her elbows tightly to one another.

So, here we were. Two Sophomores - the lowest rung of the social ladder, had 3 Senior
and 2 Junior girls tied up, and four of the five were naked! We were kings! But we
weren’t quite finished yet....We still had our “free” time. We decided to roll separately
for each girl. Ashley had been tied the longest, so we each rolled for her first. I had 27
minutes with her, Curtis also had 27 minutes. For Tonya, I had 36 and Curtis had 33. 
For Lisa, I had 48 and he had 37. For Donna, 36 each, and for Audrey it was 34 and 50. 
We decided to rotate through the girls: one of us would start with Ashley, the other with
Audrey, and we would rotate through them until we had completed our time. Curtis
knew about my crush on Ashley, so he let me take her first.

Needless to say, we each had a wonderful time kissing and touching to our hearts’
content. We followed the rules exactly, leaving the pelvic regions untouched, but
everything else was fair game. After we had finished our rounds, it was almost time to
let them go. It was then that I remembered the Polaroid in the girls’ supply pack. They
were going to use it on us, so turnabout is fairplay, right? We went to each girl and made
sure to get several photos of their “best” sides, so to speak. We took 2 shots of each pose
so that we each had a complete set. When we finished, we locked the pictures in his car,
because we knew the girls were going to try to snatch them. We also took all of their
discarded clothing and locked it in the trunk of his car.

After we untied all of them, we all headed back to the basement. “Where are our
clothes?!”
“They’re in a safe place. In order to get them back, you have to tell us EXACTLY what
you had planned for us tonight!”, we said.
“Hide and Seek”, said Ashley. “But with a twist. When ‘it’ found someone, not only
were they the new ‘it’, but they had to take off a piece of clothing. Of course we know
the house better, and know all of the good hiding places.” 
“Plus we were going to cheat. “said Tonya. “We were going to wait for one of you to be
it, then we would kidnap the other one while ‘it’ was looking, and then kidnap “it”.”
“And since you agreed to play the game, you certainly wouldn’t mind LOSING
completely, so after you were tied, we were going to strip you and take pictures of you -
just for blackmail later.” said Audrey.

They then said that they enjoyed our game, and we agreed that we would have to play
their game sometime as well, but it was now almost 3 am, and Curtis ans I were expected
at our homes. “Okay, we’ll give you your clothes back...after you do ONE MORE
THING for us. Tonya, do you think it’s fair that the four of you are naked, but your little
sister isn’t?”
“No!”
“Do any of you think it’s fair?”
“NO!” they said in unison. 
“Then fix the problem. We want you girls to strip her, gag her, blindfold her and hogtie
her - then we’ll give you your clothes back.”
“Now, let’s talk this over!”, said Lisa, nervously.
Tonya looked at Ashley. “Let’s do it!” The four girls surrounded her and quickly had
her subdued, gagged and blindfolded on the floor. Then they cuffed her hands behind her
back and pulled off her panties and socks. Then they cuffed her ankles together,
unbottoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, and un-cuffed her hands while they
stripped these articles off. Then they adjusted the cuffs, attaching right wrist to left ankle
and left wrist to right ankle, creating a simple but effective hogtie. There she was,
helplessly struggling against the cuffs. We now had all five girls naked.
“A deal’s a deal,” I said, and Curtis and I retrieved the girls’ clothes from his car.
“What about her?”, Tonya asked.
“That’s up to you four...have fun! We’ve gotta go.” And Curtis and I left. When I got
home, the clock said 4:35 am.

We never had the opportunity to play again. Curtis’ father was unexpectedly tranferred
out of state a few weeks later, and the family had to move with him. We never saw him
again. I started dating a girl (another Senior), and Donna and Ashley found steady
boyfriends. So, while we remained friends, we saw less and less of each other. I gave
each of the girls my copies of the photos as graduation gifts - they had served their
purpose. I ran into Ashley a few times when I was in college, but then she married and
moved out of state. The only other of the group I have seen since high school is Donna. 
When my wife and I were buying our first house, Donna was the clerk in the real estate
office. She walked in when we were signing our closing papers, and gave me a silent,
knowing smile.

“Who’s that, Honey?”
“Just and old friend from school, Dear. A very, very good friend.”

I went to a small college with out a the greek system. As I got older I regretted it. Mind you, I never would have pledged to join a frat but if the local sorority demanded that I become a "sister" with them. I wouldn't have said no.

- CATBOX

Fall campus days at the regional college was what every high school senior at my school looked forward to. Every October, on Columbus Day Weekend, they hosted Fall Campus Days for prospective students, and since my brother was already there, I got to go spend the entire weekend. What a trip that was! After hearing about all the hot college coeds, I was really anxious to experience campus life with my brother Tim. Unfortunately, I would also have to put up with his roommate Rob, who had been my arch-nemesis for a decade. They had roomed together on campus the first two years, but this third year they had their own apartment off campus. On the bright side of that, I figured I would get to see Lisa too.

I arrived on Friday afternoon, driving my own car, a 1976 Ford Fairlane painted candy apple red. My dad and I had restored it together and it was my graduation present, but he let me drive it all senior year before I graduation. Parking where Tim had instructed me to park, I grabbed my duffel bag, locked the car, and dashed across the grassy commons toward my brother’s apartment complex. Finding his door, I pounded on it with enthusiasm until he answered, a strange look on his face.

“You’re early,” he said as he opened the door wide enough to let me in, then closed it quickly. I noticed that he was shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts that didn’t quite conceal the fact that I had obviously interrupted something important, much to both of our embarrassments.

“Busy?” I asked with a grin.

“None of your damn business, kid. Don’t be so nosy.” But he was smiling as well. Waving toward the living room, he said, “Make yourself at home. I’ll be out in a little.” And I watched him disappear down the short hallway to the bedroom.

I turned on the TV, thankful he had cable because nothing was on the regular stations but evening news. I found some old reruns to watch and entertained myself with the antics of my favorite TV characters until it was dark outside. I hadn’t seen much of my brother at all, and then the phone rang. It rang twice, and I waited to see if Tim was going to answer it. When it jangled the third time, I picked it up. “Hello?”

“Simon?” came a girl’s voice I found slightly familiar.

“Yeah?” I replied.

“Wow! Hey, this is Lisa!”

I nearly dropped the phone. “Hey, Lisa! What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” she laughed. “I just thought I’d call and see if you made it. What are you guys up to?”

“Nothing,” I replied. “Tim’s been in his bedroom since I got here. And I haven’t seen Rob.”

“Oh, you won’t see Rob. He’s gone for the weekend. Fishing, or something.” She paused. “So who’s there with Tim?”

“I haven’t seen her.”

“Yeah, well, that’s not a surprise. Want me to come over?”

My heart was pounding furiously in my chest, and I barely managed to croak out, “Yes!”

“Great! I’ll see you in an hour.”

Just as I was hanging up, Tim came down the hallway, still dressed in his shorts. “Who was that?”

“Lisa,” I replied, flushing hotly. “She said she’d be over in an hour.”

“Oh yeah,” he said hoarsely, going into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer, which he popped open and swigged heavily from. With a grin, he waved the bottle my way and said, “If you want one, just don’t tell Mom.”

“Thanks,” I replied, but I didn’t want one. I thought it tasted like horse piss.

“Lisa’s has been wondering when you were going to come over. I think she’s got the hots for you, bro.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

Tim shrugged. “I’m going to hop in the shower. Want to order pizza for later?”

“Okay,” I replied, then watched him disappear into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the shower running, I slipped down the hall and quietly turned the knob on his bedroom door.

Not too much to my surprise, there was a girl in his room. Neither was it much of a surprise to see that she was tied up, blindfolded and gagged. Whoever she was, she was a beautiful girl with short black hair and a nice tan. She had a nice body too. She was thin but muscular, probably an athlete. Tim never talked about his girlfriend, or girlfriends as the case may be, so I had no information whatsoever to go on. She had nice breasts too, small and firm, which I got a good look at because the sheet that had been covering her had slipped off of them.

She was splayed across the bed, her hands tied to the headboard with scarves, her feet tied to opposite corners of the footboard. A white cloth was tied across her eyes, and another one was stretched tightly between her lips. It was thick and spread her mouth wide, and knowing my brother as well as I did, I guessed something was probably stuffed into her mouth behind it. She made no noise, and did not move at all except to breathe, and I was glad she was blindfolded because I was enjoying the sight. I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t even realize the shower had stopped running until I felt my brother’s hand closing over my mouth.

I didn’t even resist as he pulled me backward out of the room and gently closed the door, all the while keeping his hand firmly over my lips. When the door was closed, he moved me across the hall into what I guessed was Rob’s room and said, “Little brother, you are way too nosy.”

“Mmmmm-hmmmmm,” I responded, grinning beneath his hand.

“I’m going to have to keep you out of trouble.” My brother hadn’t tied me up in years, not since that time Tiffany had gotten him to tie me and her friend Jennifer up as a joke on me, but I knew that was exactly what he had in mind. He shoved me down on the bed and reached into a drawer by the bedside. I should have known that Tim or Rob would have handcuffs, which is what he pulled out and snapped around my wrists, locking my hands behind my back. I laughed.

“Aren’t we a little old to be playing cops and robbers?”

“I’m not,” he replied. He got up off the bed, and reached into the dresser drawer for some rope. I rolled onto my side to see what he was doing, but immediately found myself back on my stomach as he flipped me over and began tying my knees together. He then bound my feet and bent my legs back, running the rope through my belt to hog-tie me. He stood up and said, “That should keep you.”

I thought he was going to leave, so I said, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh yeah. You always did like being gagged, didn’t you Simon?”

I grinned and watched as he rummaged in one of the drawers. Suddenly, I remembered whose room this was and I started to protest as he pulled a pair of white socks from the drawer. “Hey, can’t you use something else? Are those cleannnmmmmmppppphhhhh!” He choked off my question by stuffing one of the rolled up socks into my mouth, cramming until the entire thing was back past my teeth, then he stretched its mate between my lips and knotted it tightly at the back of my head. This was just perfect!

“To tell you the truth, I always liked you gagged, Simon. I hated your whiny little voice.” He laughed and pinched my cheeks, to which I replied with a muzzled epithet that I’m sure he understood. “Don’t let Mom hear you use those words, little brother. Now see if you can stay out of trouble.” And to my chagrin, he flipped off the light and closed the door.

I struggled in my bonds for a while, trying to see if I could work my legs loose. If I could get out of the hog-tie, there was a good chance I could work my arms around in front of me and then find the key to the handcuffs. But I figured that Tim had tied me in a way I would never get out of. I grunted in frustration, excited by the sound of my own voice smothered in a wad of sock, and I felt my own excitement growing against the mattress beneath me. I continued to struggle, knowing exactly what would happen if I wriggled long enough, moaning into my gag. I don’t know how long I’d been there, but I was enjoying myself to the fullest when suddenly the door opened and the light came on, and one of the sweetest voices I had ever heard said, “Well, well, well, Simon. Looks like you’re in quite a bind.”

My boyfriend has this fettish about handgagging me. He does it all the time.

Sometimes he'll clamp his hand over my mouth reaching around me and squeezing me nose at the same time. Then he'll reach around with his other hand and squeeze. His grip is like a vice.

Other times while sitting next to me on the couch, I'll be talking or commenting on something and he'll put his hand with forefinger first in my mouth sideways like a cleave gag. I hate this more than naything becuase it effectively silences me and I can't even bite down on his hand.

Sometime we'll be face to face and he'll, while I am in the middle of saying something, place his pal arcoss my mouth and then reach around my head with his other hand so I can't pull my head back. His grip is so vice like that I can't move his hand. Sometimes he'll hold my hand so I can't try to remove his hand.

And there are times when I am sitting on the couch or even at the dining room table and Andy will sneak up behind me with a bandana, scarf or duct tape and literally gag me.

After a picnic last summer, Andy laid out a blanket and wanted to get intimate. Little did I know that he had a surprise in store for me. He slowly and cleverly stretched my arms out while making out. Next thing I knew my hands were being tied to spikes that Andy had pre=arranged. My eyes had been closed but now were wide open. Next he tied my feet. I was now spread eagle out in the woods, late at night and completely undressed.

ANOTHER time Andy tied me up tot he toilet and cleave gagged me, and left me there. He hasa ton of ways.

I have been tied to chairs, beds, hog tied and tied in the basment to a pole. One constant is the gag--Andy loves gagging me.

MY BIG ISSUE IS this hand gagging thing. he other nite he did it to me in the movie theatre. I like to talk. He likes me hand gagged and mmmpppphhhing. Is this really normal?
 

My boyfriend has this fettish about handgagging me. He does it all the time.

Sometimes he'll clamp his hand over my mouth reaching around me and squeezing me nose at the same time. Then he'll reach around with his other hand and squeeze. His grip is like a vice.

Other times while sitting next to me on the couch, I'll be talking or commenting on something and he'll put his hand with forefinger first in my mouth sideways like a cleave gag. I hate this more than naything becuase it effectively silences me and I can't even bite down on his hand.

Sometimes we'll be face to face and he'll, while I am in the middle of saying something, place his palm arcoss my mouth and then reach around my head with his other hand so I can't pull my head back. His grip is so vice like that I can't move his hand. Sometimes he'll hold my hand so I can't try to remove his hand.

And there are times when I am sitting on the couch or even at the dining room table and Andy will sneak up behind me with a bandana, scarf or duct tape and literally gag me.

He prefers to use red because it matches my hair, or so he says.

After a picnic last summer, Andy laid out a blanket and wanted to get intimate. Little did I know that he had a surprise in store for me. He slowly and cleverly stretched my arms out while making out. Next thing I knew my hands were being tied to spikes that Andy had pre=arranged. My eyes had been closed but now were wide open. Next he tied my feet. I was now spread eagle out in the woods, late at night and completely undressed. Next thing Andy had tape-gagged me with duct tape.

ANOTHER time Andy tied me up to the toilet and cleave gagged me, and left me there. He hasa ton of ways.

I have been tied to chairs, beds, hog tied and tied in the basment to a pole. One constant is the gag--Andy loves gagging me.
He did it at a work banquet too---he used one of those thick dinner towels to gag--right in front of my coworkers!

MY BIG ISSUE IS this hand gagging thing. he other nite he did it to me in the movie theatre. I like to talk. He likes me hand gagged and mmmpppphhhing. Is this really normal?
 

I enjoyed your story my only concern is are you really concerned about this fetish or are you bragging? Sonds to me that you get more tied up than my laundry bags.

I wish my boyfriend did those things to me!
 

I enjoyed your story my only concern is are you really concerned about this fetish or are you bragging? Sonds to me that you get more tied up than my laundry bags.

I wish my boyfriend did those things to me!
 

I have to admit, people I am envious of people like Tammy and can't believe that she is complaining about her Andy. Honey, if he ever leaves you send him over to me!

My first tie up game occurred while I was in college. I was seeing a guy named George. One night he told me that he had a fantasy but George was having a difficult time to admit it.

Finally he said he had always wanted to tie up a good looking girl. Said he had played tie up games as a child with his little sister and some neighbors but never as an adult.

I was surprised and excited. Bondage was something I enjoyed as well, only with guys that I knew well. It added spice. My introduction was from a relative who bought the book 'The Joy of Sex". There is a whole section there on bondage and fetishes. What I had done up to this point however, was very mild bondage, but even so, it was very stimulating to me.

So I told George, yeah, let's go for it. But what do you have in mind?

George suggested a few tie up games for fun (up to this point we hadn't had any sex) and that perhaps it could lead to something more only if I consented.

Now I was really interested! George was a good guy. He was athletic. Played football and basketball. Played tennis and jogged. He was also a good student and a nice guy. I knew him well enough to trust him. What I didn't know, was that untill this nite he was still a virgin. But was anxious to change that.

To help George out (he was shy despite his many endowments) I rented a movie Bolero and placed my copy of The Joy of Sex on the tv table where George could easily find it when he came in.

I told George it would be better if he came to my dorm since my roommates would be out and I had some tools that we could use. George was ecstatic!

George being the gentleman came to my dorm with flowers and a card. Inside the card he said, "I want to bond with you" then parentically added "hint, hint, ha, ha"

He was ready.

George sat down by the tv and of course saw the book but pretended not to see it. He just made it a quick glance.

I was preparing a supper for us and had the table set up with candles and wine glasses to set the mood. I was ready!

To break the ice with George I told him about the book and that a family member had shared this with me many years before. I opened it to the section of bondage and handed the book to him.

While p reparing supper, I glanced over at George and saw that he was entralled with this tome! His eyes were glued and I could tell that he was already getting excited.

After enjoying a very nice candlelight meal with fine red wine, I moved George over to the couch and put in the movie Bolero. Surprised, George had watched this movie with his buddies but never with a female before. I could tell he was getting really excited.

There is a part in the movie, although brief, where Bo Derek is gagged. But of course, that is not the best part for guys. I stopped the movie at that point and rewound it (this was before dvd's, tivo and other more sophisticated stuff that we have today) and wanted George to see Bo Derek gagged again. His eyes got huge. Something else was already huge from other scenes. 

I told George that I had been tied up before but never gagged. Wasn't comfortable with it...untill now. Then I moved George to the bedroom.

When he walked in he wa more than a little surprised. I had a mirror on the ceiling and leather straps attached to the bed. I also had a ballgag, scarves and duct tape. I also had some "teasing" devices.

I wanted it. George wanted it...but was little uneasy, at first.

I told George that we would be all alone for the whole night. This is your fantasy and it is also mine, I told him. Let it roll.

George started making out with me as usual and started to unbutton my top while moving me toward the bed. Once down he half heartily moved my right hand into one of the leather cuffs and then with more gusto did the same with my left hand. Then he pulled the bottom of my pant suit off and proceeded to cuff both of my feet to the leather cuffs.

George just stared at me with a combination boyish and fiendish grin. He looked almost like he was salivating. George picked up the ballgag and asked me if this toy was any good. I responded of course. For some reason, he wasn't too impressed. 

I was begining to wonder if he was going to back down. He had me, but was hesitating. I was starting to lose my excitement and was about to ask him to realease me. Then he came over to me and started making out again. He gently moved his hands over my breasts while kissing me. Then he moved his lips to my breasts while putting his hand over my mouth. He was getting into it! He read the book.

He then put his other hand in my fuzzy area and started to massage that, then moved his mouth to mine while rubbing my breast.

The guy had broken out of his shell. He was loving it and so was I.

George went over to his jacket and pulled out a blue bandana. Rolled it several times and then proceded to gag me. Utopia! I was really turned on. I looked at George and he was very turned on.

George and I went at it for about a hour. I had no desire to be let go, although I let go like never before in another way and George was in no hurry to release me either.

I have no idea where George is anymore. That was my first time getting the full treatment. Unfortunately, the guy in my life does not share my excitement for bondage although he is great in so many other ways. 

ANYWAY, that is my story. Hope it helps.
 
 

Great story. Do you think most girls enjoy bondage? I truly don't know. Post more, if you have more stories.

To Tammy:

I used to date a guy 11 years ago who sounds a lot like your guy. He had a fetish for covering my mouth too. Wasn't quite as creative as your guy and never tied me up or gagged me, althoug he wanted too. I just wasn't comfortable enough at that time for him to do it.

Having been jerked around by two husbands and another guy, I met Al (that's not his real name) who was a nice guy, buut I wasn't ready to be tied up.

Anyway, the handgagging is not unusual. Enjoy it. 

To Tammy:

I used to date a guy 11 years ago who sounds a lot like your guy. He had a fetish for covering my mouth too. Wasn't quite as creative as your guy and never tied me up or gagged me, althoug he wanted too. I just wasn't comfortable enough at that time for him to do it.

Having been jerked around by two husbands and another guy, I met Al (that's not his real name) who was a nice guy, buut I wasn't ready to be tied up.

Anyway, the handgagging is not unusual. Enjoy it. 

Sometime later I met another guy who we'll call Terry. Let me tell you a little about my background.

I had been married and divorced twice. Al talked about marriage, but alas I found out later he was still married and not moving too quickly on a dissiloution. 

I had been taken advantage of for the last time! Two jerk husbands and now another jerk who was obviously only looking for company untill he and his wife got back together.

Terry, unfortunately was a real nice guy. Reminded me of Al which is what scared me. Al was a nice guy too...just immature and cheap. Never wanted to spend any money.

Getting back to Terry, he really liked me. But I had been down this path before and was skeptical.

Terry and I did the usual things at first. You know movies, meals, bowling and so on. I was horny. I hadn't had it in a long time and I'm not into self ejaculation. It was also a long time for Terry too. He had that look in his eye and we had been together for awhile.

After having a great nite, Terry invited me to his apartment. A real nice place. For a guy, he was real neat. Palce was clean as a pin, unlike Al who was pretty sloppy.

One thing led to another and we made our way to Terry's bedroom. We really turned it on! Made out like a couple of young teenagers or a couple of adults who hadn't had it in a long time.

Terry undressed me. He told me that there was two things in particular that he liked about me. When I asked what, he began to massage my breasts. I have to admit, that I am very endowed in this area.

Terry then began running his hands gently over my tits. He then slide his fingers into my vagina and WOW what a massage! I was really turned on and let loose. It didn't take long.

Still not done he went on to kiss and caress my breasts for what seemed like ten minutes (I didn't time it!) and I cam again!

Up to this point, Terry had not gotten inside me nor gotten anything himself...but the joy of giving me the time of my life like I hadn't enjoyed in a very long time.

Finally Terry got on top of me and started pumping away while making up very passionately..lips to lips and then massaging my breasts with his hands. #3 for me.

A little tired, Terry stopped and just sat there. I asked what is wrong. He said he didn't understand what was wrong. I had climaxed three times and then he looked at me and siad, but I couldn't get off even once!

I was surpised that he couldn't come. I thought he had. I sure had no problem. 

Nonetheless, Terry looked at me and asked me if I wanted to go again. And of course, I agreed.

#4 for me. 0 for Terry.

I couldn't help but notice the similiarities between TERRY and AL, at least in their inability to get off. I worked with Al and after a short time, was able to have him get off. What worked for Al was this hand gagging thing. He actually handgagged me while we were making love untill he came. It worked for Al so I had an idea.

I told Terry to put his hand over my mouth. He was hesitant and asked me why. "Just do it", I told him. He was obviously somewhere between uncomfortable to boyishly excieted about this. He gently put his hand over my mouth and I looked down and noticed his erection was coming back. It was working. But I thought, not another Al!

I pulled his hand away and asked him if seeing gagged women excited him. He hesitated and didn't want to answer. I then put my hand over his mouth and noticed that his erection got harder!

Hmmm. You like it too. Want to have some fun, I asked? Terry nodded affirmatively.

I took the belt off my outfit. It was soft, but would be effective. I had Terry put his hands behind his back and tied them with this soft belt.

Then I had him lie back on the bed. Then I started to work on Terry. He had a huge hardon. His dick and balls were so frickin huge. Terry was really turned on and excited. I layed on top of him and proceeded to screw him. Again, I got off but Terry said he didn't.

So I went into my purse and grabbed a scarf. I had Terry sit up and gagged him. Then laid him back down and jumped on him again. By this time, I was about done, butu Terry still couldn't ejaculate.

Then I remembered Al again, as much as I didn't want to. I remembered how he used to handgag me when we made love and how that helped him get off.

So I went back into my purse and pulled out another scarf and this time, gagged myself. Terry's eye's bulged as did some other things and I jumped on him again. It took longer than I would have thought, but Terry finally got off. Wow, did he ever get off.

As I looked at Terry, I was beginning to get into this bondage stuff which I thought was so wierd before. I mean, I like to do things the normal way. I had been tied up in the past, but nothing all that exciting. And I couldn't believe that I had gagged myself! What really suprised me is that it got me turned on too and I got off again. Lucky Terry had a condom on.

Since then Terry and I have had many bondage games. I have since found out that Terry has a prostate problem which medication has fixed for him. But bondage still brings out the best in us.

I almost wish I had done this with Al, almost but not quite.

Terry is also a lot more assertive in his lovemaking. His confidence soared once he got his prostate problem straightened out. Other things have soared as well.

Perhaps, I'll share more stories of Terry and I. 

Bondage is fun.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Sometime later I met another guy who we'll call Terry. Let me tell you a little about my background.

I had been married and divorced twice. Al talked about marriage, but alas I found out later he was still married and not moving too quickly on a dissiloution. 

I had been taken advantage of for the last time! Two jerk husbands and now another jerk who was obviously only looking for company untill he and his wife got back together.

Terry, unfortunately was a real nice guy. Reminded me of Al which is what scared me. Al was a nice guy too...just immature and cheap. Never wanted to spend any money.

Getting back to Terry, he really liked me. But I had been down this path before and was skeptical.

Terry and I did the usual things at first. You know movies, meals, bowling and so on. I was horny. I hadn't had it in a long time and I'm not into self ejaculation. It was also a long time for Terry too. He had that look in his eye and we had been together for awhile.

After having a great nite, Terry invited me to his apartment. A real nice place. For a guy, he was real neat. Palce was clean as a pin, unlike Al who was pretty sloppy.

One thing led to another and we made our way to Terry's bedroom. We really turned it on! Made out like a couple of young teenagers or a couple of adults who hadn't had it in a long time.

Terry undressed me. He told me that there was two things in particular that he liked about me. When I asked what, he began to massage my breasts. I have to admit, that I am very endowed in this area.

Terry then began running his hands gently over my tits. He then slide his fingers into my vagina and WOW what a massage! I was really turned on and let loose. It didn't take long.

Still not done he went on to kiss and caress my breasts for what seemed like ten minutes (I didn't time it!) and I cam again!

Up to this point, Terry had not gotten inside me nor gotten anything himself...but the joy of giving me the time of my life like I hadn't enjoyed in a very long time.

Finally Terry got on top of me and started pumping away while making up very passionately..lips to lips and then massaging my breasts with his hands. #3 for me.

A little tired, Terry stopped and just sat there. I asked what is wrong. He said he didn't understand what was wrong. I had climaxed three times and then he looked at me and siad, but I couldn't get off even once!

I was surpised that he couldn't come. I thought he had. I sure had no problem. 

Nonetheless, Terry looked at me and asked me if I wanted to go again. And of course, I agreed.

#4 for me. 0 for Terry.

I couldn't help but notice the similiarities between TERRY and AL, at least in their inability to get off. I worked with Al and after a short time, was able to have him get off. What worked for Al was this hand gagging thing. He actually handgagged me while we were making love untill he came. It worked for Al so I had an idea.

I told Terry to put his hand over my mouth. He was hesitant and asked me why. "Just do it", I told him. He was obviously somewhere between uncomfortable to boyishly excieted about this. He gently put his hand over my mouth and I looked down and noticed his erection was coming back. It was working. But I thought, not another Al!

I pulled his hand away and asked him if seeing gagged women excited him. He hesitated and didn't want to answer. I then put my hand over his mouth and noticed that his erection got harder!

Hmmm. You like it too. Want to have some fun, I asked? Terry nodded affirmatively.

I took the belt off my outfit. It was soft, but would be effective. I had Terry put his hands behind his back and tied them with this soft belt.

Then I had him lie back on the bed. Then I started to work on Terry. He had a huge hardon. His dick and balls were so frickin huge. Terry was really turned on and excited. I layed on top of him and proceeded to screw him. Again, I got off but Terry said he didn't.

So I went into my purse and grabbed a scarf. I had Terry sit up and gagged him. Then laid him back down and jumped on him again. By this time, I was about done, butu Terry still couldn't ejaculate.

Then I remembered Al again, as much as I didn't want to. I remembered how he used to handgag me when we made love and how that helped him get off.

So I went back into my purse and pulled out another scarf and this time, gagged myself. Terry's eye's bulged as did some other things and I jumped on him again. It took longer than I would have thought, but Terry finally got off. Wow, did he ever get off.

As I looked at Terry, I was beginning to get into this bondage stuff which I thought was so wierd before. I mean, I like to do things the normal way. I had been tied up in the past, but nothing all that exciting. And I couldn't believe that I had gagged myself! What really suprised me is that it got me turned on too and I got off again. Lucky Terry had a condom on.

Since then Terry and I have had many bondage games. I have since found out that Terry has a prostate problem which medication has fixed for him. But bondage still brings out the best in us.

I almost wish I had done this with Al, almost but not quite.

Terry is also a lot more assertive in his lovemaking. His confidence soared once he got his prostate problem straightened out. Other things have soared as well.

Perhaps, I'll share more stories of Terry and I. 

Bondage is fun.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I just remember Lisa looking so hot, standing there in a pair of jeans and a pull over that hugged her figure nicely and showed off her new belly-button ring. And I felt so foolish, lying there with my hands cuffed behind my back, my legs tied up against my butt, and my mouth stuffed and bound with a pair of socks, her brother’s socks no less. I “mmmmmpppppphhhhhhhed” into the gag and struggled a bit, just staring at her and feeling my pulse racing as she stared back at me with a quizzical smile on her ruby red lips. She came in and closed the door, then sat down on the bed beside me and untied the sock around my mouth.

After she plucked its mate from my mouth, I drew in a deep breath and licked my grinning lips. “Thanks,” was all I could manage to say.

Lisa winked at me and said, “I haven’t seen you like this in a long time, Simon. It brings back a lot of good memories.”

I felt my face flushing hotly at those memories. Since I was eight, I had been playing these kinds of games with my brother and friends, and since I was thirteen, Lisa had been part of my games as well. She had been my willing victim a number of times, and I hers, for a few years, until we outgrew “pliking” and started doing more grown up things like sports and cars and dating, but not each other. I had of course continued to entertain myself by tying up my little sister Tiffany and her friends from time to time, often at their request, and I had become rather adept at tying myself up—which I also did from time to time, when I had guaranteed privacy—but I had not played tie-up with Lisa in nearly three years.

Still grinning at me, Lisa said, “Do you want me to untie you, Simon?”

“You don’t have to,” I was surprised to hear myself reply.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Well, how about if I untie your legs so you can roll over?” Without waiting for an answer, she released my hog-tie and I stretched out with a groan of relief. Then suddenly, she was rolling me over, and I realized that I still had an enormous and unsatiated bulge in the front of my jeans. I tried to fight her, but she succeeded in putting me on my back, and then her eyes widened at my obvious excitement. “You always did enjoy yourself when we played, didn’t you?”

“I, uh, guess so.”

“You had a woody that first time I tied you up, remember?”

I did indeed remember, being tied to a chair by a pretty fourteen year old, and being nearly as excited as it was possible for a thirteen year old boy to be. At the time I would have given anything to have her reach out and touch me, who knows where those thoughts had come from at the time. Now laying there on the bed and practically at Lisa’s mercy, the thought crossed my mind again. As if sensing my thoughts, she reached out and stroked my face with a smile.

“Did I interrupt something here, Simon?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I swallowed and gave her a half nod.

To my utter shock, she moved her hand down from my face to my crotch and gave me a gentle squeeze. I gasped and nearly sat up straight, but she leaned over and pinned me to the mattress, pressing her breasts against my chest as she picked up the sock that had been pulled from my mouth. “I’m so sorry about that Simon. Why don’t I put things back right, and then we can finish what you started.”

Lisa had never talked to me that way, and there had never been anything more than friendship between us. I opened my mouth and felt her pushing the sock between my lips. Spreading my jaw wide, I took the sock with little more than a grunt, then raised my head up for her to tie its mate back around my mouth. She kissed me softly over the gag and returned her hand to my fly. A moment later it was open, and I was standing to attention through the opening. Horrified and thrilled simultaneously, I kept my eyes on her as she started stroking me, stretching out on the bed beside me and propping her head up so she could keep an eye on my face and on her work at the same time. Suddenly my entire body jolted, convulsing almost violently as I shouted my exclaim into the gag and expended myself beneath her unexpected ministrations.

I had a feeling this was the start of something a lot more than just a friendship

I just remember Lisa looking so hot, standing there in a pair of jeans and a pull over that hugged her figure nicely and showed off her new belly-button ring. And I felt so foolish, lying there with my hands cuffed behind my back, my legs tied up against my butt, and my mouth stuffed and bound with a pair of socks, her brother’s socks no less. I “mmmmmpppppphhhhhhhed” into the gag and struggled a bit, just staring at her and feeling my pulse racing as she stared back at me with a quizzical smile on her ruby red lips. She came in and closed the door, then sat down on the bed beside me and untied the sock around my mouth.

After she plucked its mate from my mouth, I drew in a deep breath and licked my grinning lips. “Thanks,” was all I could manage to say.

Lisa winked at me and said, “I haven’t seen you like this in a long time, Simon. It brings back a lot of good memories.”

I felt my face flushing hotly at those memories. Since I was eight, I had been playing these kinds of games with my brother and friends, and since I was thirteen, Lisa had been part of my games as well. She had been my willing victim a number of times, and I hers, for a few years, until we outgrew “pliking” and started doing more grown up things like sports and cars and dating, but not each other. I had of course continued to entertain myself by tying up my little sister Tiffany and her friends from time to time, often at their request, and I had become rather adept at tying myself up—which I also did from time to time, when I had guaranteed privacy—but I had not played tie-up with Lisa in nearly three years.

Still grinning at me, Lisa said, “Do you want me to untie you, Simon?”

“You don’t have to,” I was surprised to hear myself reply.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Well, how about if I untie your legs so you can roll over?” Without waiting for an answer, she released my hog-tie and I stretched out with a groan of relief. Then suddenly, she was rolling me over, and I realized that I still had an enormous and unsatiated bulge in the front of my jeans. I tried to fight her, but she succeeded in putting me on my back, and then her eyes widened at my obvious excitement. “You always did enjoy yourself when we played, didn’t you?”

“I, uh, guess so.”

“You had a woody that first time I tied you up, remember?”

I did indeed remember, being tied to a chair by a pretty fourteen year old, and being nearly as excited as it was possible for a thirteen year old boy to be. At the time I would have given anything to have her reach out and touch me, who knows where those thoughts had come from at the time. Now laying there on the bed and practically at Lisa’s mercy, the thought crossed my mind again. As if sensing my thoughts, she reached out and stroked my face with a smile.

“Did I interrupt something here, Simon?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I swallowed and gave her a half nod.

To my utter shock, she moved her hand down from my face to my crotch and gave me a gentle squeeze. I gasped and nearly sat up straight, but she leaned over and pinned me to the mattress, pressing her breasts against my chest as she picked up the sock that had been pulled from my mouth. “I’m so sorry about that Simon. Why don’t I put things back right, and then we can finish what you started.”

Lisa had never talked to me that way, and there had never been anything more than friendship between us. I opened my mouth and felt her pushing the sock between my lips. Spreading my jaw wide, I took the sock with little more than a grunt, then raised my head up for her to tie its mate back around my mouth. She kissed me softly over the gag and returned her hand to my fly. A moment later it was open, and I was standing to attention through the opening. Horrified and thrilled simultaneously, I kept my eyes on her as she started stroking me, stretching out on the bed beside me and propping her head up so she could keep an eye on my face and on her work at the same time. Suddenly my entire body jolted, convulsing almost violently as I shouted my exclaim into the gag and expended myself beneath her unexpected ministrations.

I had a feeling this was the start of something a lot more than just a friendship

I just remember Lisa looking so hot, standing there in a pair of jeans and a pull over that hugged her figure nicely and showed off her new belly-button ring. And I felt so foolish, lying there with my hands cuffed behind my back, my legs tied up against my butt, and my mouth stuffed and bound with a pair of socks, her brother’s socks no less. I “mmmmmpppppphhhhhhhed” into the gag and struggled a bit, just staring at her and feeling my pulse racing as she stared back at me with a quizzical smile on her ruby red lips. She came in and closed the door, then sat down on the bed beside me and untied the sock around my mouth.

After she plucked its mate from my mouth, I drew in a deep breath and licked my grinning lips. “Thanks,” was all I could manage to say.

Lisa winked at me and said, “I haven’t seen you like this in a long time, Simon. It brings back a lot of good memories.”

I felt my face flushing hotly at those memories. Since I was eight, I had been playing these kinds of games with my brother and friends, and since I was thirteen, Lisa had been part of my games as well. She had been my willing victim a number of times, and I hers, for a few years, until we outgrew “pliking” and started doing more grown up things like sports and cars and dating, but not each other. I had of course continued to entertain myself by tying up my little sister Tiffany and her friends from time to time, often at their request, and I had become rather adept at tying myself up—which I also did from time to time, when I had guaranteed privacy—but I had not played tie-up with Lisa in nearly three years.

Still grinning at me, Lisa said, “Do you want me to untie you, Simon?”

“You don’t have to,” I was surprised to hear myself reply.

“Oh,” she said softly. “Well, how about if I untie your legs so you can roll over?” Without waiting for an answer, she released my hog-tie and I stretched out with a groan of relief. Then suddenly, she was rolling me over, and I realized that I still had an enormous and unsatiated bulge in the front of my jeans. I tried to fight her, but she succeeded in putting me on my back, and then her eyes widened at my obvious excitement. “You always did enjoy yourself when we played, didn’t you?”

“I, uh, guess so.”

“You had a woody that first time I tied you up, remember?”

I did indeed remember, being tied to a chair by a pretty fourteen year old, and being nearly as excited as it was possible for a thirteen year old boy to be. At the time I would have given anything to have her reach out and touch me, who knows where those thoughts had come from at the time. Now laying there on the bed and practically at Lisa’s mercy, the thought crossed my mind again. As if sensing my thoughts, she reached out and stroked my face with a smile.

“Did I interrupt something here, Simon?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I swallowed and gave her a half nod.

To my utter shock, she moved her hand down from my face to my crotch and gave me a gentle squeeze. I gasped and nearly sat up straight, but she leaned over and pinned me to the mattress, pressing her breasts against my chest as she picked up the sock that had been pulled from my mouth. “I’m so sorry about that Simon. Why don’t I put things back right, and then we can finish what you started.”

Lisa had never talked to me that way, and there had never been anything more than friendship between us. I opened my mouth and felt her pushing the sock between my lips. Spreading my jaw wide, I took the sock with little more than a grunt, then raised my head up for her to tie its mate back around my mouth. She kissed me softly over the gag and returned her hand to my fly. A moment later it was open, and I was standing to attention through the opening. Horrified and thrilled simultaneously, I kept my eyes on her as she started stroking me, stretching out on the bed beside me and propping her head up so she could keep an eye on my face and on her work at the same time. Suddenly my entire body jolted, convulsing almost violently as I shouted my exclaim into the gag and expended myself beneath her unexpected ministrations.

I had a feeling this was the start of something a lot more than just a friendship

I was in college and had just broken up with my guy. Grades were down too. Overall, it was a very bad and depressing time.

Some of my girl friends invited me to go out with them on Firday evening. They knew I was feeling down and wanted to cheer me up.

We went to a movie. I can't even remember anymore what it was. I was feeling terrible. Then we went to a TGIF afterwards.

All night the girls were cheery and bubbly. They had a reason to, they had guys and their grades were going great.
I know they meant well, but they made me feel worse.

One of the girls roomed with me. After the evening, I decided to turn in said good nite to my roomate and hit the sack, or started too untill Clara (my roomate) knocked at the bedroom door.

She said she wanted my advice. She told me that her boyfriend Guy was into kinky stuff, specifically, bondage and wanted to tie her up. She asked me what I thought.

I knew Guy and knew that he and Clara were together for a long time. Guy was nice Guy (NO PUN INTENDED) and I felt that it would be safe for her to engage in this activity with him. As she layed beside me on my bed she had a bondage book and while leaving, forgot it.

Curious, I leafed through the book. Read much of it and enjoyed the pictures, in particular where the girl was tying the hands of her guy with a scarf.

I also got turned on by seeing the girl tied up...turned on because I was thinking of myself being tied up by a guy. I started to get aroused!

Not being really tired, only frustrated and bored, I decided to try something on myself. I decided to try self bondage.

I went into my drawers and pulled out some scarves. I tied 4, one to eachof the four bedposts. I then lied in bed and tied my feet. I had a loop in both of the other scarves and placed my right hand in one and tugged. It was tight. The final one, I left loosely tied around the bed post but tightened it around my wrists to give me the whole sensation. I then layed back, put my head on a pillow and realaxed. I was really turned on! Being almost completely helpless really aroused me. If only I had a guy with me! WOW!

About that time, who comes in but Clara. I heard her say that she was coming in for her book untill she saw me tied to the bed. She knew nobody had come in so I had to have done this to myself.

Clara was a little surprised, to say the least.

She smiled and asked me what in the world I had done this to myself for. I yanked on the left scarf which was loose and it broke free very easy. Clara noting this ran over to my only untied part and quickly retied me. This time my left hand was tied securely.

Clara checed my other bonds and noticed that they were all secure and very tight.

"How does it feel?" 
Clara asked.

I related to her that it was a turn on. It felt unbelievable but then asked why she tied my only free part.

Clara said that it was obvious I wanted to try bondage, so why not get the full treatment. She then told me that she knew how depressed I was and perhaps this would stimulate me and make me feel a little better.

Clara started telling me stories of how she had been tied in the past. She said it was great fun. ESPECIALLY WITH A GUY.

She went on to tell me that she couldn't wait to do it with Guy. I asked her when they would be doing that.

Her answer about floored me. "He is on his way over right now."

I then told Clara to untie me before Guy got here. I had my bondage experience. Time to go to bed.

"Not so quick." You went to a lot of trouble to do this to yourself and experience real bondage. Why waste it?"

"Are you nuts? Guy will be here anytime. How are you going to explain this?"

"Guy won't be coming in here. My room is across the hallway. He knows this is your room and won't enter, unless I invite him to!"

"Invite him to! Are you crazy?"

"You have to be a little crazy to get into this kinky stuff. You are in no danger. Guy is my guy and I won't let him touch you. I just feel that this will help you release all of that crap you have been building up lately."

"Okay, I have experienced it. Now untie me."

"Nah." replied Clara. "Too soon."

Then there was a knock at the door. Clara smiled and said "That must be Guy. Better let him in before he leaves."

I shouted, "Clara, untie me damit."

"No way. Be back in a sec."

I couldn't believe that Clara was doing this to me.

I could hear mumblings of Clara and Guy talking through the closed door. I started to pull on my bonds hoping to break loose. Nothing happened.

Then I heard Clara say, "You gotta see this." And she brought Guy into the room.

Guy looking perplexed asked what was going on. Clara explained that I had tried self bondage and she finished the job for me. "She has been having problems and needed a little excitement. So she did this to herself, leaving one arm free untill I caught her and tied that one. Looks cute there doesn't she."

"Yeah." replied Guy. "Looks edible too."

"Looks what?" replied Clara.

"Edible. Like I would want to eat her out while she was too helpless to do anything about it."

"Guy. You are my date. Not hers. Are you nuts!"

Now Clara was sounding like me.

"No, she is a looker too and tonite I could make it a two for one deal."

Now I started to protest and told Guy that I always was fond of him and even suggested to Clara that he would be safe to do a tie up game with."

Guy smiled---and wow he had a great smile and replied that there shouldbe no problem then. That I had already agreed that HE WAS SAFE TO BE TIED UP WITH.

I explained to Guy that I was referring to him and Clara. Not him and me. Like her didn't already know.

Guy looked at me and said he was only kidding. He had no intention of doing anything with anybody but Clara. He then grabbed Clara and walked out of my room with me still tied.

I yelled and demanded that I be untied first, then they could go play.

Guy had the door half closed, stuck his head in and said "Don't go anywhere!"

Funny!

Several minutes went by and now Clara and Guy came back in. This time Clara had her hands tied behind her back. Guy put Clara on my chair and with me watching on, pulled out a rope and started tying Clara to the chair.

Clara was a attractive brunette. Brown eyes and was the envy of every guy. Guy wrapped the rope round and round Clara's upper body. Then he used the remainder of the rope to tie Clara's feet.

He looked over at me and asked me what I thought of that tie up job. 

I didn't want Guy to think that I was impressed, but I was. I started to feel like I did when I saw that girl tied up in Clara's book. Only now I was tied up too. So I had the chance to see Clara, imagine myself in Clara's situation, getting turned on and then feelings/excited about being tied myself. 

It was a double wammy! But at the same time, I wanted to be loose. This is what turned me on. Helplessness. Seeing all this going on and being totally helpless to do anything about it.

In case you are wondering, I had a nitegown on and Clara was dressed to. So far, nothing other than bondage had occurred.

Guy started kissing Clara allover her face and neck. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted some of it.

Clara looked at him and yelled to "Back off."

Guy just smiled and said; "And what are you going to do ti stop me?"

Clara's eyes were redder than blood and I smelled blood.

Clara again yelled out "Don't you dare touch her."

Guy again replied, "And who is going to stop me?"

Guy started walking towards me. But then did a quick 360 and went back to Clara who yelling obsenities at him.

Guy grabbed Clara under her chin, squeezed and said; "You want me to gag you?"

Clara just looked. Obviously, Clara realized that she was indeed unable to do anything about it and that Guy would gag her if he had to.

The same though occurred to me. 

Guy turned around and starting walking towards me again. 

"I won't scream. I promise. But why are you doing this Guy? You're such a neat guy. Always so courteus. How could you do this?"

"Bondage turns me on. Especially beautiful women like you and Clara. I am a nice guy. My hormones are flowing and jumping all over the place. And you are right, I am Clara's guy and it wouldn't be right to take advantage of you, as much as I would like to."

Guy grabbed the chair and pulled it across the room, across the hallway to Clara's room. What would happen next???
 
 
 

I was in college and had just broken up with my guy. Grades were down too. Overall, it was a very bad and depressing time.

Some of my girl friends invited me to go out with them on Firday evening. They knew I was feeling down and wanted to cheer me up.

We went to a movie. I can't even remember anymore what it was. I was feeling terrible. Then we went to a TGIF afterwards.

All night the girls were cheery and bubbly. They had a reason to, they had guys and their grades were going great.
I know they meant well, but they made me feel worse.

One of the girls roomed with me. After the evening, I decided to turn in said good nite to my roomate and hit the sack, or started too untill Clara (my roomate) knocked at the bedroom door.

She said she wanted my advice. She told me that her boyfriend Guy was into kinky stuff, specifically, bondage and wanted to tie her up. She asked me what I thought.

I knew Guy and knew that he and Clara were together for a long time. Guy was nice Guy (NO PUN INTENDED) and I felt that it would be safe for her to engage in this activity with him. As she layed beside me on my bed she had a bondage book and while leaving, forgot it.

Curious, I leafed through the book. Read much of it and enjoyed the pictures, in particular where the girl was tying the hands of her guy with a scarf.

I also got turned on by seeing the girl tied up...turned on because I was thinking of myself being tied up by a guy. I started to get aroused!

Not being really tired, only frustrated and bored, I decided to try something on myself. I decided to try self bondage.

I went into my drawers and pulled out some scarves. I tied 4, one to eachof the four bedposts. I then lied in bed and tied my feet. I had a loop in both of the other scarves and placed my right hand in one and tugged. It was tight. The final one, I left loosely tied around the bed post but tightened it around my wrists to give me the whole sensation. I then layed back, put my head on a pillow and realaxed. I was really turned on! Being almost completely helpless really aroused me. If only I had a guy with me! WOW!

About that time, who comes in but Clara. I heard her say that she was coming in for her book untill she saw me tied to the bed. She knew nobody had come in so I had to have done this to myself.

Clara was a little surprised, to say the least.

She smiled and asked me what in the world I had done this to myself for. I yanked on the left scarf which was loose and it broke free very easy. Clara noting this ran over to my only untied part and quickly retied me. This time my left hand was tied securely.

Clara checed my other bonds and noticed that they were all secure and very tight.

"How does it feel?" 
Clara asked.

I related to her that it was a turn on. It felt unbelievable but then asked why she tied my only free part.

Clara said that it was obvious I wanted to try bondage, so why not get the full treatment. She then told me that she knew how depressed I was and perhaps this would stimulate me and make me feel a little better.

Clara started telling me stories of how she had been tied in the past. She said it was great fun. ESPECIALLY WITH A GUY.

She went on to tell me that she couldn't wait to do it with Guy. I asked her when they would be doing that.

Her answer about floored me. "He is on his way over right now."

I then told Clara to untie me before Guy got here. I had my bondage experience. Time to go to bed.

"Not so quick." You went to a lot of trouble to do this to yourself and experience real bondage. Why waste it?"

"Are you nuts? Guy will be here anytime. How are you going to explain this?"

"Guy won't be coming in here. My room is across the hallway. He knows this is your room and won't enter, unless I invite him to!"

"Invite him to! Are you crazy?"

"You have to be a little crazy to get into this kinky stuff. You are in no danger. Guy is my guy and I won't let him touch you. I just feel that this will help you release all of that crap you have been building up lately."

"Okay, I have experienced it. Now untie me."

"Nah." replied Clara. "Too soon."

Then there was a knock at the door. Clara smiled and said "That must be Guy. Better let him in before he leaves."

I shouted, "Clara, untie me damit."

"No way. Be back in a sec."

I couldn't believe that Clara was doing this to me.

I could hear mumblings of Clara and Guy talking through the closed door. I started to pull on my bonds hoping to break loose. Nothing happened.

Then I heard Clara say, "You gotta see this." And she brought Guy into the room.

Guy looking perplexed asked what was going on. Clara explained that I had tried self bondage and she finished the job for me. "She has been having problems and needed a little excitement. So she did this to herself, leaving one arm free untill I caught her and tied that one. Looks cute there doesn't she."

"Yeah." replied Guy. "Looks edible too."

"Looks what?" replied Clara.

"Edible. Like I would want to eat her out while she was too helpless to do anything about it."

"Guy. You are my date. Not hers. Are you nuts!"

Now Clara was sounding like me.

"No, she is a looker too and tonite I could make it a two for one deal."

Now I started to protest and told Guy that I always was fond of him and even suggested to Clara that he would be safe to do a tie up game with."

Guy smiled---and wow he had a great smile and replied that there shouldbe no problem then. That I had already agreed that HE WAS SAFE TO BE TIED UP WITH.

I explained to Guy that I was referring to him and Clara. Not him and me. Like her didn't already know.

Guy looked at me and said he was only kidding. He had no intention of doing anything with anybody but Clara. He then grabbed Clara and walked out of my room with me still tied.

I yelled and demanded that I be untied first, then they could go play.

Guy had the door half closed, stuck his head in and said "Don't go anywhere!"

Funny!

Several minutes went by and now Clara and Guy came back in. This time Clara had her hands tied behind her back. Guy put Clara on my chair and with me watching on, pulled out a rope and started tying Clara to the chair.

Clara was a attractive brunette. Brown eyes and was the envy of every guy. Guy wrapped the rope round and round Clara's upper body. Then he used the remainder of the rope to tie Clara's feet.

He looked over at me and asked me what I thought of that tie up job. 

I didn't want Guy to think that I was impressed, but I was. I started to feel like I did when I saw that girl tied up in Clara's book. Only now I was tied up too. So I had the chance to see Clara, imagine myself in Clara's situation, getting turned on and then feelings/excited about being tied myself. 

It was a double wammy! But at the same time, I wanted to be loose. This is what turned me on. Helplessness. Seeing all this going on and being totally helpless to do anything about it.

In case you are wondering, I had a nitegown on and Clara was dressed to. So far, nothing other than bondage had occurred.

Guy started kissing Clara allover her face and neck. He looked at me and asked me if I wanted some of it.

Clara looked at him and yelled to "Back off."

Guy just smiled and said; "And what are you going to do ti stop me?"

Clara's eyes were redder than blood and I smelled blood.

Clara again yelled out "Don't you dare touch her."

Guy again replied, "And who is going to stop me?"

Guy started walking towards me. But then did a quick 360 and went back to Clara who yelling obsenities at him.

Guy grabbed Clara under her chin, squeezed and said; "You want me to gag you?"

Clara just looked. Obviously, Clara realized that she was indeed unable to do anything about it and that Guy would gag her if he had to.

The same though occurred to me. 

Guy turned around and starting walking towards me again. 

"I won't scream. I promise. But why are you doing this Guy? You're such a neat guy. Always so courteus. How could you do this?"

"Bondage turns me on. Especially beautiful women like you and Clara. I am a nice guy. My hormones are flowing and jumping all over the place. And you are right, I am Clara's guy and it wouldn't be right to take advantage of you, as much as I would like to."

Guy grabbed the chair and pulled it across the room, across the hallway to Clara's room. What would happen next???
 
 
 

A couple of us girls decided it was time to teach Eric a lesson. 

I asked him to take me to a motel. Someplace where we could let it all ouot---to let loose like never before. The fact that this guy was in college and had never experienced a motel affair shold tell you a little about his maturity.

Once Eric told me the name of the hotel, I let the girls in on it so t hey would know where to meet us later.

Eric was really excited about this. We went out to a nice meal, then a movie. I could see in Eric's eyes that he was excited and ready.

Finally we went to the motel. He tried to act so cool. He thought he was so cool. He had no idea what he was getting into.

Eric showed some class and brought a bottle of wine with two nice glasses to set the mood. We sat on the bed drinking the wine and making out. He was really getting into this.

Eric started to undress me and started to take his clothes off. I suggested more wine. Eric complied. When Eric visited the rest room, I put the powder of a sleeping pill into this wine. 

Eric came back and gulped the wine down. Then proceeded to continue to undress me. 

At this point I suggested to Eric that I wanted to be the dominant player and would take the top position. His erection was hard and he at least knew how to make out, if not much else. Suddenly he had started to go soft on me, partly due to the wine and largely due to the sleeping pills that I had crushed into a powder and placed in his glass of wine.

Eric started to get very worried and apologetic. He kept saying that he couldn't understand it and started to dose off.

I rubbed his head and told Eric not to worry. Soon Eric was out cold. Sleeping like a baby.

I went by the window blinds and rapidly opened and closed the blinds, the preagreed on signal. The girls came to the door and I let them in.

As we all looked on on sleepy subject, we had to giggle and felt almost guilty about what we were about to do.

Janice had a camera. There layed big tough Eric totally naked exposing a teeney, weeney little johnson. He always bragged to everyone how big it was. Since no one had ever seen it before, we had no way of knowing, untill now.

Janice popped a shot with Eric totally exposed.

I asked Amber if she brought the cuffs. She handed them to me. I quickly handcuffed Erics hands in front without him even realizing it untill it was done. Eric was groggy and started to tug at his cuffs. 

"Wha--what's goooing on." Eric mumbled out like someone who had just woken up but still in a sleepy state.

"It's play time Eic." I responded. "We're going to have some fun."

"Did you bring the rope?" I asked. 

Tracy pulled out a brand new rope that the girls picked up I presume at Wal Mart while Amber pulled out another rope.

Tracy and Janice started tying the hapless Eric's hands, already cuffed behind the headboard while the other girls started tying Eric's feet, spread eagle style to the foot of the bed.

Eric layed there so helpless. It was tickle time. Two of us started tickling Eric's under arms while the other two were tickling his feet. He was laughing like crazy. I quickly put my hand over his mouth at which point Tracy yelled okay and as I removed my hand, Tracy warpped a ballgag around his head.

Now silenced, we went back to the tickling. Amber brought a whip and gently started to whip Eric. 

"Not too hard." I warned.

Tracy came over with a rubber hose. "This doesn't leave marks, but it sure does the job."

I looked at Tracy and replied, "Yeah I bet it does."

Now Janice went to work on Eric's dick. "Let's see if you could get this little thing up."

The other girls just laughed and said "Is that all you've got studman?"

AS soon as it came up, Janice would back off and then grab Eric by his balls.

Eric almost started to cry. Big guy couldn't take it. Amber removed the ballgag to see how Eric felt. "Why, Why, Why???" he lamented.

"Because you are a jerk, jerk, jerk." We responded in unison.

I looked at Eric and said, "Maybe we'll leave you here like this and let housekeeping find you like this in the morning. It's 12:00 midnite now. They come in around 10:00 am and one of the housekeepers loves to jump tied up men. Of course she is 60, pretty ugly and weights 300 lbs."

"Put the ballgag back on and let's go." 

Eric yelled "No wait a minute. Don't do this. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Don't leave me like this."

"Okay Eric here is what we'll do. You have to get down on your knees and kiss each and every one of our feet for us."

"I'll do it. I'll do it." Eric screamed out.

"Untie his feet but keep him handcuffed." 

After Eric was untied, he sat up and was not too happy.

"Remember Eric, you are still handcuffed and there are four of us plus you are a little groggy too. ouldn't take much of an effort to get you back like you were just a few minutes ago." 

Eric tried to massage his head, but with his hands cuffed the best he could do touch his temples.

"Sleeping pills did the job." 

"You drugged me."

"Yep! Worked like a charm."

"Eric you needed to taught a lesson. You have been treating everybody terribly. Now remember your promise."

Eric looked up and said, "Yeah I know I have to crawl and kiss each of your feet."

Eric got down on his knees and went over to Amber and kissed her bare feet. FLASH! Janice clicked the camera and recorded this historic event.

"Me next." I said.

Eric crawled over to me and kissed my feet. FLASH! JANICE recorded that one as well.

Amy was next. Eric used to make wise cracks all the time to Amy. Eric kissed her feet. FLASH. Janice got that one too.

Now it was Janice's turn. I took the camera and as soon as Eric kissed her feet, FLASH! I got it.

Eric just sat against the wall and was so humiliated. 

"Is that enough?" asked Eric.

"Almost. We still need more."

"More?" questioned Eric. What else are you going to do to me?"

Amy pulled her pants down and indicated that Eric would have to kiss her butt. 

You are a well known butt kisser with anybody with authority, now it's time to kiss our butts, starting with mine."

Eric started to say no way untill Janice walked towards him with the ballgag and the others carried the ropes and reminded him of the 300 lb. housekeeper.

"Okay, okay. Jeesh!"

Reluctantly Eric moved towards Amy's now bare ass. He didn't want to do it and stopped. We reminded him again of his fate. He planted a small kiss on Amy's butt. Amy let Eric know that wasn't enough. 

"Pucker up and give my butt a nice big smooch. Think of how you suck up to those certain people who give you what you always want."

Eric planted a big kiss on Amy's butt that was loud enough to hear around the room.

"One more time Eric." I told him. 

"Are you guys nuts?" 

We held the rope and ballgag up again to remind Eric who was in control here.

Eric cursed and then kissed Amy again on her butt. FLASH! Janice got it.

Janice handed me the camera and said me next.

Same deal. Janice pulled her pants down Eric moved a little quicker this time and again on the smooch, FLASH! I got it.

"I'm next!" I yelled out.

I pulled my pants down and Eric kissed my butt. FLASH! We got another one.

"One person left. I told Eric. Eric signed and had a disgusted look on his face. Okay let's get it over with.

FLASH! Four pictures.

"Eric if youe ver treat anyone of us or anybody with disrepect again, we are going to take these pictures and pass them all over school. Do you understand?"

Eric groogily nodded yes.

"Okay, now here is the deal. You are in no condition to drive back to the campus. We're going to unlock the handcuffs, help you get dressed and take you back to your room. We have no intention of seeing you try to drive and get hurt."

I uncuffed Eric and helped him get dressed. "For being such a good sport, have a cigerette." I told him. He had no idea what he was smoking. It was designed to make him dopier and it worked. Janice and I helped him walk, he was still groggy and now he was recuffed.

We put him in the back seat of his own car. Drove Eric back to his dorm and called one of his buddies down to help us get him inside. We handed the car keys to Kevin, Eric's buddy and said that Eric had too much to drink and we helped him get home.

Kevin thanked us (what a fool) and we girls went back to our rooms laughing all the time.

We say Eric the next week in class. We were curious how he would respond. Surprisingly, like a broken bronco, he was tame, kind and never mistreated anyone again...as far as we knew.
 
 

Eric was still too groggy to
 
 
 

A couple of us girls decided it was time to teach Eric a lesson. 

I asked him to take me to a motel. Someplace where we could let it all ouot---to let loose like never before. The fact that this guy was in college and had never experienced a motel affair shold tell you a little about his maturity.

Once Eric told me the name of the hotel, I let the girls in on it so t hey would know where to meet us later.

Eric was really excited about this. We went out to a nice meal, then a movie. I could see in Eric's eyes that he was excited and ready.

Finally we went to the motel. He tried to act so cool. He thought he was so cool. He had no idea what he was getting into.

Eric showed some class and brought a bottle of wine with two nice glasses to set the mood. We sat on the bed drinking the wine and making out. He was really getting into this.

Eric started to undress me and started to take his clothes off. I suggested more wine. Eric complied. When Eric visited the rest room, I put the powder of a sleeping pill into this wine. 

Eric came back and gulped the wine down. Then proceeded to continue to undress me. 

At this point I suggested to Eric that I wanted to be the dominant player and would take the top position. His erection was hard and he at least knew how to make out, if not much else. Suddenly he had started to go soft on me, partly due to the wine and largely due to the sleeping pills that I had crushed into a powder and placed in his glass of wine.

Eric started to get very worried and apologetic. He kept saying that he couldn't understand it and started to dose off.

I rubbed his head and told Eric not to worry. Soon Eric was out cold. Sleeping like a baby.

I went by the window blinds and rapidly opened and closed the blinds, the preagreed on signal. The girls came to the door and I let them in.

As we all looked on on sleepy subject, we had to giggle and felt almost guilty about what we were about to do.

Janice had a camera. There layed big tough Eric totally naked exposing a teeney, weeney little johnson. He always bragged to everyone how big it was. Since no one had ever seen it before, we had no way of knowing, untill now.

Janice popped a shot with Eric totally exposed.

I asked Amber if she brought the cuffs. She handed them to me. I quickly handcuffed Erics hands in front without him even realizing it untill it was done. Eric was groggy and started to tug at his cuffs. 

"Wha--what's goooing on." Eric mumbled out like someone who had just woken up but still in a sleepy state.

"It's play time Eic." I responded. "We're going to have some fun."

"Did you bring the rope?" I asked. 

Tracy pulled out a brand new rope that the girls picked up I presume at Wal Mart while Amber pulled out another rope.

Tracy and Janice started tying the hapless Eric's hands, already cuffed behind the headboard while the other girls started tying Eric's feet, spread eagle style to the foot of the bed.

Eric layed there so helpless. It was tickle time. Two of us started tickling Eric's under arms while the other two were tickling his feet. He was laughing like crazy. I quickly put my hand over his mouth at which point Tracy yelled okay and as I removed my hand, Tracy warpped a ballgag around his head.

Now silenced, we went back to the tickling. Amber brought a whip and gently started to whip Eric. 

"Not too hard." I warned.

Tracy came over with a rubber hose. "This doesn't leave marks, but it sure does the job."

I looked at Tracy and replied, "Yeah I bet it does."

Now Janice went to work on Eric's dick. "Let's see if you could get this little thing up."

The other girls just laughed and said "Is that all you've got studman?"

AS soon as it came up, Janice would back off and then grab Eric by his balls.

Eric almost started to cry. Big guy couldn't take it. Amber removed the ballgag to see how Eric felt. "Why, Why, Why???" he lamented.

"Because you are a jerk, jerk, jerk." We responded in unison.

I looked at Eric and said, "Maybe we'll leave you here like this and let housekeeping find you like this in the morning. It's 12:00 midnite now. They come in around 10:00 am and one of the housekeepers loves to jump tied up men. Of course she is 60, pretty ugly and weights 300 lbs."

"Put the ballgag back on and let's go." 

Eric yelled "No wait a minute. Don't do this. I'll do anything to make it up to you. Don't leave me like this."

"Okay Eric here is what we'll do. You have to get down on your knees and kiss each and every one of our feet for us."

"I'll do it. I'll do it." Eric screamed out.

"Untie his feet but keep him handcuffed." 

After Eric was untied, he sat up and was not too happy.

"Remember Eric, you are still handcuffed and there are four of us plus you are a little groggy too. ouldn't take much of an effort to get you back like you were just a few minutes ago." 

Eric tried to massage his head, but with his hands cuffed the best he could do touch his temples.

"Sleeping pills did the job." 

"You drugged me."

"Yep! Worked like a charm."

"Eric you needed to taught a lesson. You have been treating everybody terribly. Now remember your promise."

Eric looked up and said, "Yeah I know I have to crawl and kiss each of your feet."

Eric got down on his knees and went over to Amber and kissed her bare feet. FLASH! Janice clicked the camera and recorded this historic event.

"Me next." I said.

Eric crawled over to me and kissed my feet. FLASH! JANICE recorded that one as well.

Amy was next. Eric used to make wise cracks all the time to Amy. Eric kissed her feet. FLASH. Janice got that one too.

Now it was Janice's turn. I took the camera and as soon as Eric kissed her feet, FLASH! I got it.

Eric just sat against the wall and was so humiliated. 

"Is that enough?" asked Eric.

"Almost. We still need more."

"More?" questioned Eric. What else are you going to do to me?"

Amy pulled her pants down and indicated that Eric would have to kiss her butt. 

You are a well known butt kisser with anybody with authority, now it's time to kiss our butts, starting with mine."

Eric started to say no way untill Janice walked towards him with the ballgag and the others carried the ropes and reminded him of the 300 lb. housekeeper.

"Okay, okay. Jeesh!"

Reluctantly Eric moved towards Amy's now bare ass. He didn't want to do it and stopped. We reminded him again of his fate. He planted a small kiss on Amy's butt. Amy let Eric know that wasn't enough. 

"Pucker up and give my butt a nice big smooch. Think of how you suck up to those certain people who give you what you always want."

Eric planted a big kiss on Amy's butt that was loud enough to hear around the room.

"One more time Eric." I told him. 

"Are you guys nuts?" 

We held the rope and ballgag up again to remind Eric who was in control here.

Eric cursed and then kissed Amy again on her butt. FLASH! Janice got it.

Janice handed me the camera and said me next.

Same deal. Janice pulled her pants down Eric moved a little quicker this time and again on the smooch, FLASH! I got it.

"I'm next!" I yelled out.

I pulled my pants down and Eric kissed my butt. FLASH! We got another one.

"One person left. I told Eric. Eric signed and had a disgusted look on his face. Okay let's get it over with.

FLASH! Four pictures.

"Eric if youe ver treat anyone of us or anybody with disrepect again, we are going to take these pictures and pass them all over school. Do you understand?"

Eric groogily nodded yes.

"Okay, now here is the deal. You are in no condition to drive back to the campus. We're going to unlock the handcuffs, help you get dressed and take you back to your room. We have no intention of seeing you try to drive and get hurt."

I uncuffed Eric and helped him get dressed. "For being such a good sport, have a cigerette." I told him. He had no idea what he was smoking. It was designed to make him dopier and it worked. Janice and I helped him walk, he was still groggy and now he was recuffed.

We put him in the back seat of his own car. Drove Eric back to his dorm and called one of his buddies down to help us get him inside. We handed the car keys to Kevin, Eric's buddy and said that Eric had too much to drink and we helped him get home.

Kevin thanked us (what a fool) and we girls went back to our rooms laughing all the time.

We say Eric the next week in class. We were curious how he would respond. Surprisingly, like a broken bronco, he was tame, kind and never mistreated anyone again...as far as we knew.
 
 

Eric was still too groggy to
 
 
 

I met a women in college that good looking. She was a in her start of her third year of school. She was not so much a model good looking but the way she carried her self very attractive to me. We dated for two year until she graduated and found a job and move away. As we got to know each other we spent time together and became intimate. After a few months dating she asked me to stop by she had a surprise for me. If she was not home get the key from the fake rock and wait. 

What I found after I retrieved the key was Nancy spread eagle held in places with 4 leather cuffs that were locked on. She had built a self tightening contraption and a time release device. 

One end of the cuffs was anchored to four nylon load binders, the type that uses a one way cam clamp. The other ends of two were anchored to time release device. The time release was anchored to the wall. One on each side of the bed. 

The Self Tightening Contraption used the tensioning strap run threw a ring located 5ft up on the wall and toward the bed and had a weight added to the strap so it would keep pulling on tightening strap. The weight was set to pull at 10lbs on take up side of the one way cam. That way all it did was keep taking up any slack in the cuff side of the one way cam. That way before long she was stretched tight and not much wiggle room was left. 

The time release device was made of 1 ½” steel pipe one end had an eye bolt on one end. That end was attached to the wall. The other end had steel cap with a slot cut into it so a ¼” x 1 ¼” 6” piece of steel, which had 5/8” holes drilled into the length of it could be slid into it. When the piece of steel was put into the pipe it was filled with water and frozen it made a time release device. The steel will not slide out until the ice melts. 

To say the least I was a little shocked to say the least when I found her like that. I started to look for the key or a knife to cut her loose but she told me to relax and take advantage do what I wanted. We played for two hours before the time released let go. 

As time went on she asked if I could build her some bondage toys out of wood and steel. 

I did build her some toys one was a stainless steel ring for her neck it was highly polished and could be mistaken of jewel along with bracelets for wrist and ankles. They were locked on with a small screw. She ended up wearing them 24/7 and no one suspected they were for bondage. 

The most unusual was a chastity belt out of stainless steel. She had found a web site devoted to chastity belts. There were not any plans of how to build one but they did have good pictures and how to measure a person for one. I used that information and built her one. It took her about 10 weeks to get use to wearing it 24/7. I modified chastity belt from the picture and use one rod between the butt cheeks instead of two chain running over the butt cheeks it made it easier to conceal under clothing. The web site said it needs to fight snuggly so it dose not move a round and chafe and because of that it is easy to conceal under clothing. 

One afternoon, he went to work on a guy named Paul. Obviously, Paul had been partying all weekend (this was on a monday and Jack was all over him.

"AREN'T YOU GOING TO PARTICIPATE PAUL?" The teachers put us in this group and wanted us to work together on a project to show what we had learned. Paul could barely keep awake.

Paul was a decent guy, a little shy who just wanted to be left alone. The rest of us respected that and continually told Jack to back off and let him alone. We could handle it and Paul could join in later.

That wasn't good enough for Jack. He kept telling poor Paul to join in or leave. Like he was in charge or something.

The teacher had put us into 5 different groups and had us go to different locations. Our group with Jack and Paul, was sent to a back room which had a fax machine and a lot of supplies used for mailing like tape, cords and things like that.

Well, the rest of us had had enough of Jack. Paul was getting disgusted and so were we. And we let Jack know about it. We told him literally to shut up or we would shut him up.

This guy had red hair and was little squirt with a big mouth I guess it's true that empty barrels do indeed make the most noise.

One of the guys named Ted grabbed the duct take and standing behind Jack motioned to the rest of us with a "should I" MEANING TO TAPE THIS GUY AND SHUT HIM UP. wE NODDED YES!

Ted duct taped Jack's mouth. Jack reached up and as he did 2 of us moved forward and grabbed his hands. Ted handed us the tape and we taped his hands and then his feet.

Our teacher told us that we had all after noon to complete this assignment. There were nomore classes scheduled for that day.

With Jack's hands and feet taped and gagged, we then taped his torso around his shoulders. Paul was grinning, but too tired to help us, he didn't have to.

One of the guys said that a a teacher was coming down the hallt o check on us. We wuickly moved Jack to a section behind a copy machine and some racks. The went back to the area where we were supposed to be working.

When our teacher asked us what happened to Jack, we simply said he had to run to the mens room and would be back.

Once the teacher left we went back to where Jack was and told him that we were going to leave him like this unless he settled down. In all liklihood, it could be a day or two before he would be found.

And we told him that if he reported him, we would get him after class and leave him tussed up like this out in the woods where he may never be found.

Jack nodded up and down. As punishment, we told him that we were going to leave him that way for at least one hour just to teach him a lesson. 

An hour went by and we released Jack. Shortly after Jack went, actually ran to the mens room. Obviously, he had to clean his drawers.

JACK was never a problem from then on.
 
 
 
 
 

Obviously you guys seem to think that this is normal and as I stated, I do enjoy it. I like handgagging Andy too so I have been on the other end and find that stimulating.

His handgagging me and tie up games are a real turnon to me. When we have sex, it is great. Much better than without the bondage.

Andy read my message and really poured it on me this past weekend. He tied me up in red on Valentines day (his favorite color--it matches my hair.) Started Friday nite and kept me tied up for hours.

Took me out on SATURDAY NITE and then as soon as we got home home tied me up again. He went through this slave and master scenario, tying me up with scarves and then acting like he was going to sell me to the highest bidder.

It was great.

Sorry if it sounds like I am bragging, I do enjoy this bondage stuff but was worried that perhaps Andy is a little hyper active in this area. Since reading my message, he has tied me up every damn nite and accelerated the hand gagging thing. Now I can hardly say two words and it's mmmmphhhh--his hand goes over my mouth. I just don't knw which way to expect it. On Sunday, he tried a new one--he used his foot
to footgag me. Then while we were eating dinner he stuck a dinner roll in my mouth---I guess you can call that a dinner roll gag.

Anyway guys, I want you to know that I appreciate your feedback. Glad to know that I am not alone and no, Andy is not available for anyone else. 

Hi everyone. just came home and found Tammy playing around with this website. For the record, everything she has said about me is absolutely true! What Tammy left out is the history, or should I say the origin of this tie up game that I started many years ago. Or why I started doing this to her.

For some of you, if might be different. Here is how it started with us.

It was during a Superbowl Game around 1995 I believe. The Dallas Cowboys won and being from Dallas I was excited about this game as were my buddies.

Other males reading this who enjoy football can probably relate. I had all the guys over. Had several cases of beer and bless her heart, Tammy had prepared some food for us, albeit reluctantly.

She was mad because I always had the Superbowl Party at our place. Tammy felt that oneof the others should hold it. I wanted to have it at our place and always did.

Tammy was being an absolute bitch. The more guys showed up, the bitchier she got. As the guys were talking, she kept coming in and bugging me; Andy can you get this for me, Andy can you do that, Andy I need you to do this and so on.

I told Tammy that I would help her with some things but the guys were over and I wanted to be with my company. and once the game started, she had better not bother us.

If any of you are married or have a significant other in your life, t hen you probably know that asking them to not do something is like telling them to do it. Women are like that especially when they are in a bitchy mood as Tammy was this day.

The game was just getting ready to start and sure as shootin, Tammy had it timed perfectly. She came in and started bugging me. She would talk and talk and talk about absolute nonsense just to be a pain in the ass. And she was succeeding in being a pain in the ass.

Finally in frustration I yelled out; "What do I have to do, gag you?" 

The guys shirked and Tammy became intense. Her face was just about as red as her beautiful red hair. Tammy has a face and body to match her hair. Real fine looking woman. She had been overweight but started working out aerobically and with weights and dieted using the Atkins Diet. Her skin tone was phenominal! She was then and still is a beauty.

So Tammy was red as a red truck and told me; "You just try it mister and this Superbowl party will be over quick!"

Well I had enough. I told Tammy that was the last draw and I headed to my room.

"We're are you going Andrew?" (she always called me by my fullf irst name when she was mad, other times it was just Andy)

"You'll see." was my response as I changed directions and headed towards the garage.

When I came back I had rope, bandana's and duct tape.

"And what do you think you are going to d with all that junk?" queried Tammy.

"What I should have done a long time ago!"

"You fixin to tie me up Andrew?"

"Uh huh!"

Then I yelled at Bart and Mike to hold her still. The guys looking surprised but no unfamilr with bondage and having shared bondage stories with their wives with the rest of us, were only too glad to comply. They have been teasing me to do this to Tammy for a long time.

Tammy started to kick ashe biys held her arms still. Two other guys grabbed her legs, then her ankles immobilizing her.

First I used the rope to tie her knees together. That limited her kicking. The guys released her ankiles giving me the opportunity to tie her ankles together.

As Tammy squirmed and tried to break loose, the guys who were hold her legs now helped the other two with her hands and upper body.

made a loop with the rope and now while the guys held Tammy by her shoulders and elbows
I began tying her wrists. First I put the loop over her hands and then tied inbetween er two hands.

Now Tammy's hands were immobilized.

I grabbed more roped and started to tie Tammy inbetween her arms making several rotations around her right arm before going to her left arm. Then I went around her upped body, just above her well developed and prominent bust.

'Any last words?" I asked.

"Yeah, this has gone far enough. You mmmmmppphhhhh." as I put my hand over Tammy's mouth.

I looked at Bret and told him to do likewise if Tammy started to speak as I removed my hand to grab and rollup a bandana.

Tammy started to yip again but was foiled by Bret's quick handgag.

I had Bret remove his hand momentarily while I place the rolled up bandana over Tammy's mouth and then had Bret quickly put his hand over the bandana and Tammy's mouth while I got the duct tape ready.

I again had Bret move his had as I put the duct tape over the bandana and started wrapping it around Tammy's head.

I then picked up Tammy and carried her to the bedroom. I pulled the bedsheets and blanket down putting Tammy in bed. 

I then got more rope and attached it to Tammy's elbows and knees and crisscrossed it over the helpless Tammy and tied it securely to the bed frame.

Then I pulled the covers over Tammy and tucked her nice. I gave her a nice kiss on her cheek and said; "Now don't go anywhere."

Judging by the glare in Tammy's eyes, if looks could kill, I would have been a dead man.

The guys and I went back and enjoyed the game...peacefully while talking turns checking on Tammy from time to time. 

Sometimes we would remove her gag and then regag her before she had a chance to finish what she had to say.

Once the Superbowl was over (Cowboys won!!!) and the guys left, I went into th e bedroom and had a lot of fun with Tammy. Once her anger wore off, she gave me the best head I had ever had with her up to that time.

We have since had many bondage games, sometimes we even recreate this first time and even get the guys involved (only with the bondage part) and have even played this game with some of the other guys wives. Everyone has a great time at it.

I love handgagging and playin tie up games with Tammy and she loves it as well.
 
 

ANDY
 
 
 
 

Sounds like you guys really love the bondage lifestyle. You are so lucky to each have partners so willing to participate so frequently.

My partner enjoys a moderate amount of bondage but nothing like you guys do.

Even though I am married, I enjoy bondage with another partner other than my spouse. We have a good time of it, but again nothing like you guys.

Perhaps you guys can share some more stories.

To rehash what we all know already, the only ethical rules that are considered "normal" on this forum are the explicit guidelines Canuck gives about consent, harm and sexual content. There is no rule against crossdressing, or even gay love interests, in this community.

I am sad to see that this forum often degenerates into an ethics debate. Maybe Canuck could start or recommend a forum for ethical issues related to bondage, but that is NOT what this forum is for.

What drives me wild is when my boyfriend ties me up and then massages me all over with baby oil. 

Peter ties my hands behind my back and then gently massages me all over rubbing baby oil all over my shoulders and back and breasts.

It really turns me on that he can do whatever he wants to and I am helpless to do anything about it.

Sometimes he'll spread eagle me and run the oil between my legs and then move back up to my breasts. The sensations I feel are erotic to say the least and in no time at all, I'm practilly howling for it. It drives me crazy. And when we make love, it is the best experience for both of us, especially me. Nothing helps me get off better than this.

Peter started this when we first met in a college class awhile back. Now many of my girlfriends are begging their guys to do it.

Why do some people shy away from bondage? 
 

What drives me wild is when my boyfriend ties me up and then massages me all over with baby oil. 

Peter ties my hands behind my back and then gently massages me all over rubbing baby oil all over my shoulders and back and breasts.

It really turns me on that he can do whatever he wants to and I am helpless to do anything about it.

Sometimes he'll spread eagle me and run the oil between my legs and then move back up to my breasts. The sensations I feel are erotic to say the least and in no time at all, I'm practilly howling for it. It drives me crazy. And when we make love, it is the best experience for both of us, especially me. Nothing helps me get off better than this.

Peter started this when we first met in a college class awhile back. Now many of my girlfriends are begging their guys to do it.

Why do some people shy away from bondage? 
 

Matt was the first guy to drive me to orgasm this way. He would take my scarves to tie me and lick me into orgasm. The sensations would drive me wild and he wouldn't stop. My whole body would pulsate, almost like being electrocuted and Matt WOULD JUST KEEP GOING.

I was stunned when it happened. I have had guys come down on me before, but nothing like this. Usually they would just fumble around. 

Matt woke up one morning by and got into kissing my legs. It was a beautiful summers day and the sunlight was coming through the window. I was barely awake when I felt Matt's lips kissing me between my legs. Then I felt a tongue sliding inside of me. I could feel this happening, but was helpless to do anything about it.

He licked my clitoris around and around untill it felt like it was standing up like a pencil eraser. The Matt pushed his tongue as far into my vagina as possible and tghen he spread me apart with his hands to go inot me further.

He went deeper and depper. I was wet and getting wetter. Unbelievable!

He then pushed his face right into my vulva and then licked my clitoris again and again untill I couldn't stand it anymore. He then ran one finger up my vagina, then another, and then another. He then rubbed my juices all over. The sensations were incredible.

The sensations were so stimulating that Matt had to stiffle me as I started to scream in ectasy. 

Still not done, Matt went on to masturbate me with his whole hand. As this area was already very sensitive due to Matt's prior activities I screamed into my gag with joy and tugged on the scarves, totally helpless to stop Matt while the sensations drove me beyond my wildest expectations.

Matt did this two more times and while I didn't want him to stop, the sensations were sort of like being tickled in a sensative spot only in this situation, I was being driven to climax, over and over and completely helpless to stop it.

To this day I get excited everytime I recall this interaction with Matt. It was awesome!

Othertime while he is handcuffed and helpless I'll make Brad crawl on his knees (with his hands still locked behind his back) to me and kiss my feet or lick my pussy.

Then I'll help him onto the bed and top him. Usually I'll climax before him and then I'll stop again preventing him from getting off.

Some people think I'm mean but ole Brad keeps coming back for more..so he must love it. Of course, he eventually gets to climax and he has told me he likes being a captive by a beautiful woman. I enjoy it too.

Bondager you pick out the wrong nick it should be Rapist. At least if your story if it was true. You are guilty of rape, false imprisonment, adulteration of food products, black mail and assault. If you were prosecuted you and your marry band of rapist would be doing 15 year. 

A lot of states have changed the rape laws to make them gender neutral at least in the USA. Oh by the definition of rape does not just mean unwanted penetration in includes unwanted contact of the person privet parts of the body. 

There is a difference between false imprisonment and some one who wants to be tied up. The difference is false imprisonment is a felony and the other is some one who is kinky. When you use drugs of any kind to render a person incapable of really knowing what that person wants. Things that would have legal become illegal real fast. 

Will be posting soon

Now a lot of the time when we went out together. I would just use a plastic cable strap to hold her wrist together behind her when we drove some ware. I kept a wire cuter handy in the car just encase we got stopped by a cop. That has happened a few times. When it did Nancy would get very excited about being discovered. I just told her to turn her back to me and stick out her hands so I could cut the cable strap. It worked every time we got stopped. Because we were moving a round a lot in the car the cops usually wanted to search it all they ever found was a bag of cable straps, wire cutter and small coil of coax cable in the back seat and few cut cable ties. 

What I liked about those cuffs and collar was all you need to have to secure was a simple padlock or four of them. A few choke chains from the pet store and you could have a very sexy set of slave chains with out any signs of locks. Just open the bracelets and slip the rings of the choke collars on the bracelets and collar and close them again. 

One time we were going to a movie to make things a little more interesting. I had gotten a vibrating egg and a panty girdle for Nancy to wear for the after noon at the movies. Just before we were to leave for the movies, I had use a padlock on her bracelets to lock her hands behind her back. I removed Nancy pants and pulled her panties down and put the egg in and then pulled the panties up. Next had her step into the panty girdle to make sure the egg did not have a chance of falling out. I replaced Nancy pants, to say the least Nancy was not sure she liked where this was going. Before we left the apartment I replaced the padlock with a cable strap and tighten it to 6” inches so she could have some movement of her arms. Put her long coat on her to cover the fact her arms were pined behind her. Off we went to the movies, all the time using the egg turning on and off just enough to teas her. Four hours latter Nancy was one very turned on women that wanted go to bed. It turned out Nancy like doing that, so we did it quite often. 

Did your parents know that you played tie up games as a kid ? ?

Do your parents know that you play tie up games (bondage) now as an adult ? ?

Do you think your parents play tie up games (bondage)??

My answer is as a kid they did. We use to play in the living room escape artist or cops and robbers on cold winter Saturday mornings. My mother would make sure we did not tie some one around the neck or get a knot to tight. Every once in a while our ropes would disappear. We would look but could never find them. I suspected father would through them out from time to time. Neither said not play tie up games. There would be as many as 8 kids playing. 

As far as I know my parents don’t know that I play tie up games as adult. 

As far as I know my parents don't play. I say that because when the rope would go missing we would search every where for it and I mean every where. 

You said you found someone to tie up. But you never said if you made him your slave? Inquiring minds want to know

I love my breifs but i am more of a dominant than a slave..u saound great but that is where it ends.sorry
 

Matt

I really liked your story, as I managed to get myself in a couple of similar situations. Drop me a line when you get a chance!

Jay
kcpisces1969@hotmail.com

Not much experience though.

Pity I'm based in the UK though, but if CATBOX, or anyone else wants to chat then email me by all means!!