There was a single man living in the neighborhood named Mr. Adams. He had a swimming pool in his yard - the only one around. Mr. Adams used to let me and John swim in his pool but he had some strict rules. First was that we had to wear one of the swim suits that he provided. Mr. Adams said that threads from cut-offs and dust and dirt from long baggy swim suits clogged up the filters of his pool. So when we went to his house to swim, he would pull a suit out of a box he had, and hand it to us, and we had to go into a little dressing room and change. Girls could wear their own suits, but all boys had to wear one supplied by Mr. Adams. They were tiny speedo-style suits, and they always fit really tight, but we didn't mind and got used to them and enjoyed swimming in the pool. 

One very warm day only John and I were swimming when it started to rain and then came some thunder and lightening. Mr. Adams told us to get out of the pool, and invited us into his house to sit and wait for the storm to stop. While we were in his kitchen, sitting at his table, he talked to us, asking us what we did for fun, and things like that. He wanted to know what games we played, and details of our activities. Then he asked us if we had ever tied each other up. We hadn't. He was surprised we had never played anything like cops and robbers or cowboy and Indians or things that would involve getting tied up. We had never done anything like that. 

Mr. Adams asked if we had ever wondered what it would be like to be tied up. John said that he had, but I hadn't. Mr. Adams said that it was an odd feeling that we might like, and would we be willing to let him tie us up so that we would know what it was like? I was hesitant, but John said that it would be fun, so I decided to go along. Mr. Adams went into another room and came back with some rope and had us stand, and then he tied our hands behind our back. Next he tied our legs. He helped John lay on the floor, and hog-tied him, and then he hog-tied me. He went into the other room and came back with a roll of silver tape, and he wrapped it around the rope at our wrists and then taped our hands. I protested, but Mr. Adams just laughed as he taped up my mouth, and then John's mouth. Finally he put some tape over our eyes. So we lay on the floor squirming around for a while. 

The thunder stopped, so I knew the storm was over. I made what noise I could to protest being tied up, but nothing happened. I heard some odd sounds, and to this day I think Mr. Adams took pictures of us tied up on his floor. Anyway, after a something over an hour he untied us and asked us how it was. John said it was lots of fun but I said I really didn't like it all that much. We didn't want to swim any more, so we got dressed and went home. 

That night at dinner I told my parents what had happened, and my father got upset and said that I couldn't go swimming at Mr. Adams' house any more. I guess my parents and a few of the neighbors had a talk with Mr. Adams, and not long after that he sold his house and moved away. The new people weren't interested in letting us swim in the pool. Now that I'm older I know how serious the situation was, and want to warn others not to let anyone tie them up unless it's someone they know really well and trust. Fortunately nothing bad happened to us, but it could have. 

Older and Wiser. 

I,ll see if this gets posted b4 trying the rest ?

Back in the late 1950s, around '58 I think, I was about 9 years old and living in a terraced street in a town in North Wales. I had a younger brother but no sisters, and the only girl in the street, Jacqueline, was a bit older. (At that age, a bit older seems a lot older!) She would play cops and robbers with us lads, and once or twice mimed the mmmphing damsel-in-distress, though we never got round to actually tying her up. We weren't sure she would want that, anyway, even though she suggested the storylines of our games. So far, I'd seen people tied up in comics and the occasional movie (this was before TV became widespread), and found it interesting, but no particularly big deal. 

Another girl, Jenny, sometimes visited her grandfather, who lived a few doors down. She was perhaps about 13, a keen horse rider and considered a bit of a tomboy. She looked, as I remember, rather like Reese Witherspoon, with long straight blond hair and a cute pony-like fringe slanting across her forehead. 

One day, three or four of us guys were playing with a little catapult glider on the dirt road that ran between the walled back yards and the fenced gardens. Jenny, wearing her riding kit as she often did, happened along and joined us, offering advice on trimming the model to fly better. Muy chica! After a while, she lost interest, and we started talking about other things I don't remember. 

Suddenly, Jenny stood up, removed the stretchy webbing belt from her jodhpurs, and stood against a tall fence post. She said, "Look - gagged!" and proceeded to stretch the belt over her mouth, buckling it behind the post. It occurred to me much later that she must have had some practice at doing this.

She then put her hands behind the post and her booted feet together, and writhed as if bound, straining against the gag so that her cheeks bulged and her cute nose stretched and wiggled as she moved her head. She mmmphed mightily. We didn't know what to make of this display, but I know that for some reason I liked what I saw, and my perception of girls was permanently coloured by it. If we'd had string or a length of cloth handy, we might have developed this into a game, but nothing came of it. 

Jenny visited infrequently and never repeated the episode, though I began to wonder if she did such things often, and with whom. A year later, we moved to a different part of town. Grammar (high) school was, as in most of the UK at that time, single-sex, and girls became for us an exotic species, glimpsed only in tight-knit cliques between school and homework. I never saw Jenny again, nor did I meet any other girl with such an obvious and practical interest in playing the DiD, until much later, after college, when I found myself working with two of them. 

However, they had partners of their own, and all we did was mess about a bit during lunch breaks. On the whole, the interest in bondage was something embarrassing and best not mentioned. I've always regretted that age gap between Jenny and myself; things might have turned out so differently!

I wish I could remember the name,but it was the story where the poster,a female,was tied up by her brother,and his freind,and the mom gave him something to gag his sister with,it was nicer and playful,those are the stories I like best
OK time for my little story,I was around 10 or so,in the 5th or 6th grade.Are neighbors had a boy,Pat and a girl Tina,Tina was a few older so we hardly got to play with her,well one day I was out side in my back yard,when pat came walking up to me with his hands behind his back,he truned around and I saw his hands were handcuffed behind his back(toy cuffs,but they worked.) he told me he couldnt get the key in,he had it in is hand,and asked me to unlock him.Which I did.

Now this part is a bit fuzzy on how or evan why he kept doing this,but at least 2 or 3 more times he locked his self back in the handcuffs and I let him out at least 2 more times,a total of 3 times.well by the time he did it againg,I refused to let him out,I think I thought he could get out if he wanteded to.

Well he started to walk back to his house,hands still cuffed,as he got to the road a girl around our age was coming down the street,he went up to here and turned to show her his hands,I was to far away to hear what was said,he turned to face her,I figured she would unlock him like I did,well I was wrong,she just jept walking leaving pat handcuffed.I figureded he would come back to me,but he just went into his house STILL handcuffed!!

I guess his mom or sister let him out,but I found it very intresting that the girl walked away leaving him Hand cuffed,which many years later proved a foundation on shapeing what I liked as an adult.
I have many more and BETTER stories :) I will share them soon :)

On this day it was raining out,we were stuck in the house,a good time to tie up Amy I thought :) She was in the family room,watching tv,but she looked bored,Our mom was down stairs doing the laundry.I went to my room and got two pices of rope,and my cowboy scarf.then back to the family room. "hey sis,you look bored,wanna play?" She said sure. I started to say.." I'll tie you up and then..." Well she cut me off,and said,"no not this time." I was bummed,no tie up games today I thought. Amy said "I wanna tie you up this time." I thought for a min and said ok,after all the times I tied her up,I figured it was her turn,Plus I knew she wouldnt be good at rope tieing,and I would be free in no time,then I could tease her about how bad she was,then,er 'show' her how to tie some one up.

I sat on the floor and put my hands behind my back,and tied my wrist,just as I thought,it was snug,but not tight,and I knew I could get out in a min or so.Amy then tied my feat,again not real tight,I was already planing in my head on how to tie her when I got free.Amy then gagged me with the scarf,she put it over my mouth,and again tied it snugly. "I dont want you calling for Mom when you cant get out" she giggled. I tested the ropes,not bad for I girl I thought,and her first time,but I could be loose in a matter of minutes.

As I was geting ready to get free our Mom came walking into the room. "whats this? Amy did you tie your brother up?" she shook her head yes,I thought we were going to get yelled at."Well young lady.." my mom started,here it comes I thought.."...Good for you!" I was like,huh? "after all the times he has tied you up,fair is fair after all"Mom said."lets see how good of a job you did"

Mom looked at my hands and told Amy it was pretty good,but I would be able to get loose real easy.She started to untie my hands,and I thought that was it for our game,much to my suprise,my mom,re tied my hands and much tighter! "see honey,now he wont be able to get out until you untie him,and this scarf is way to loose to,wacth me" My mom then tightened my gag!"there you go,see now it's more fair,you guys play nice.." mom said "it's time for my soap." she ploped her self on the couch,to watch her tv show.Amy sat down beside me "Ok go ahead and get loose now" 
I tired,but no luck,amy giggled.and said "Mommy you did a good job,he can't get out." My mom told her to "hush",because she was watching tv.

I guess Amy got prety bored,beacuse she sat on my chest with her feet on the floor,like I was a foot stool! I was just about to 'buck' her off when mom said "don't you dare,you might hurt her." I mffed as loud as I could to protest,and my Mom said "SHHHH now,I am trying to watch tv,just play nice." Amy giggled and said "yeah hush,moms watching tv."
There I was tied gagged my stupid little sister siting on me and my mom watching tv,knowing full well I couldnt get free.When a comercial came on I thought for sure mom would make Amy untie me. "cant you get untied by your self?" my mom asked. I mmfed and shook my head no. "are you alright?" she asked. Again I mffed as best as I could and shook my head yes. "ok,after my soap is over I will have Amy untie you.The only reason I am making you wait,is you never let us watch our soaps in peace" Mom was right I always thought they were silly and would make fun of them.There was less than 15 mins before the show was over.About five minutes later my older sister Sara came home with two of her girlfriends! Sara burst out laughing,"what's the matter,big boy scoutt cnat get loose?"she teased. "Imffed and gave her a dirty look.My Mom told her to sit down and be quiet or go to her room.Sara's other two freinds,Tami,and lucy,just looked amussed.Tami said " Boy I wish I could do that to my brother" My Mom shot them a dirty look"UPSTAIRS ladies"

They all went to Sara's room.The stupid soap was finaly over! "Ok Amy untie your brother,I am going to start dinner."My mom said and went into the kitchen.Amy began to untie me like mom told her to. She untied my feet first,she then began to untie my hands.I tried to help her,""hold still,I cant untie mom's knot." she complained. " I can't get it,mom made it to tight,"she whined. "Lemme take the gag off" She couldnt get it,she was geting upset. " I can't untie these stupid knots! Mom will just have to untie you." Amy then sat on the couch and changed the tv.

I was able to get up and walk into the kitchen. Mom's back was to me she was at the sink making the meat loaf. I mffed at her,starled for a min,she looked at me and said " what sweetie? and why are you still tied up?" I mffed some more and turned my back to her,so she would untie me."Oh Amy couldnt get you free? Hon my hands are all gooey from the meat loaf.." and they were from all the eggs and whatever else mom put in her meat loaf."sweetie why dont you go upstairs to Sara's room and have here untie ok dear?" I didn't have much of a choice.
It didn't take me long to get to sara's room,lucky for me her door was open,they were in there talking about school and boys. I walked in,Sara looked right at me and said "What do you want you snoop." I mffed yet again ,Tami said,"what? you need to speak up,we cant understand you." Sara laughed and said "yeah speak up,dont be shy,you wanted to say something? " she laughed.

By this time I was getting tired of being tied up and geting a little mad,so I kicked Sara in the shins.She knew darn well I wanted to be untied."Owww! you little brat!"She pushed me into her desk chair,picked up one of her dirty socks that were on the floor,and tied my feet togeather." There,now you cant kick me anymore,you little pain." "lucy you stay here and make sure my brother doesnt get into my stuff,Tami I wanna show you something in my mom's room." Tami turned to me on her way out."you know you shouldnt have kicked your sister like that" and then she blew me a kiss,"if you were my brother..." and she left.

Now I had been tied up a good half hour,to 45 minutes.Lucy just looked at me,and she said "are you ok? Do you want to be untied?" I mffed and noded my head yes!Lucy untied my hands,but didnt take the gag off,after my hands were free,I went to take the gag off,Lucy stoped me,"Hurry and go before Sara gets back,you take that off after you leave". She was right I ran into the hallway and took it off.Whew I thought,finaly free,and I went into my room. I could hear sara asking lucy why she let me go,Lucy told her she didnt want Sara getting in trouble with our mom so they could go to the mall later. Just then Mom called us for dinner.Sara's Freinds stayed in her room while we ate,Our Dad was home by then,he asked what I did on such a rainy day. I told,oh nothing much,just hung around the house.

"I've dreamed of this for a long time and had a lot of fun. You really are a great guy and not aloof as so many others tried to tell me you are. Not many guys would let a girl do this to them." 

Looking over at Kerri, all I could think of is the simnple bondage games I had played as a child and what a difference this one was. I felt turned on and my johnson was making a very visible presence. 

"You like being tied up huh? 

I said' "You have no idea how much I enjoyed this." 

Pointing to my groin area she said; "Oh yes I do!" 

"Why haven't you asked me to untie you completely?" Kerri asked. 

"It feels too darn good" I responded. "But I know of only one thing that will make feel better." 

"What is that?" Kerri asked. 

"Did you forget that now I get to tie you up? I responded. 

"No I didn't" and Kerri proceeded to unte my bound wrists. Then the legs. Then the feet. 

Now I was free. 

I rubbed my hands for a whle to get the circulation back. They were numb. Kerri grabbed my left wrist first and gently started to rub them to bring some life back into my hands and wrists. 

I grabbed Kerri with both my hands and started running my hands through her hair and passionately kissed her. 

"Wow she exclaimed!" "I guess you did enjoy that." 

Then we heard the sound of feet coming down the steps. It was Barbara. 

"Sorry to break up the party but it's 10PM we have kids to put to bed so I have to ask you to leave." 

Kerri looked at me and said "No problem. I live next door and nobody is home. We can have the place all to ourselves." 

As we were leaving and saying ourgoodbyes a Ron, Bonnie, Larry, Nancy and a few others asked where we had gotten to. 

I looked over and simply joked about being "tied up" Kerri put her hand across my mouth and said "he means we were detained for awhile on something that Barbara gave us to do." 

Kerri took me to her house. Offered me a drink (since we missed most of the party) and started to show me around her house. 

Eventually we got to her bedroom. 

"While we are here I'll need some tools" I said. "I need something to tie you up with." 

Kerri went into her dresser and pulled out several pair of nylons and scarves. She then went into her brothers room and got 4 pairs of old ties and a couple of bandannas and a hankerchef. 

Now we were rolling. 

"What is in your cellar" I asked. Kerri took me down the cellar and I felt some duct tape 
and rope. 

"This is nothing" Kerri said. "You should see what my Dad has in the garage!" 

"Garage! I exclaimed" "Let's check that out." 

It turns out that her Dad is quite a gardener. He has lots of rope, tape, rags, tomato pole sticks, old bed sheets. Her dad also had a workbench; sort of a long table with a saw at the end and a drill at the other end. 

It looked like a real playhouse. Kerri also told me that on the second story was a loft that went out into a tree house that was inbetween a huge Oak tree and the garage. 

"Hmmmmmmm" I thought. "This is better than I expected." 

'show me the tree house" I said. 

Kerri turned on a light, actually a 50 watt bulb inside an old lamp. We walked up the ladder to the loft and checked out the tree house. I had brought my "tools" with me. 

"This is really neat. Do you still use this?" I asked. 

"Not very much anymore." Kerri responded. 

Kerri looked and saw that I had all of the "tools" with me. 

"This looks like a nice quie place where nobody with bother us. Are you ready? I asked. 

Kerri nodded her head yes. 

I had Kerri turn around and put her hands behind her back. I crossed he wrists one over the other. I then took one of her brothers ties and wrapped it inbetween her wrists. 

"I bet I can get loose." Kerri said. "You don't know how to tie a girl up." 

"We'll see about that" I said back. Then I grabben another tie and tied it around both wrists several times and then inbetween, tying it off into a strong knot. 

"Still too loose." Kerri said. "You should have gone into the boyscouts. Even a cubscout can tie better than this. I'll be loose in no time." 

In the tree house was a sort of old mattress on top of some pieces of wood. I had Kerri sit down. 

I then began tying her feet with another of her brothers ties. I warpped the tie arou and around a couple of times and then as with her hands, tied it inbetween. 

'Ties are not very strong." Kerri said. This will be easy to get out and then I will tie you up again. You obviously need a lesson on how to tie." 

'I'm trying to be gentle, but if you insist..." 

Then I got the rope out and started to tie Kerri as she did me. I went back over her hands with the rope, wrapping around each wrist, then over and under each wrist. Her da had a lot of rope AND i WAS GOING TO USE IT ALL! 

Then I went around her shoulders, inbetween her arms, around her chest. 

I was out of rope so got more. 

Now I went around her things. Looking up I couldn't believe how Kerri' blessing stood out as her hands were behind her back, tightly tied. 

"How is that? I asked. 

'Much better. BUT YOU STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO TIE. 

Kerri rattled on and on and on. So I said; 
"Before I gag you we need to establish a safety signal. Something you can do to let me know that you have to be released. 

Paying no attention Kerri just kept rambling on and on and on. 

So I said; "Okay, the school anthem then quickly used another tie to cleave gag Kerri. 

She still kept talking through the gag! YouuuuucaaannnnnttieeforrrrMmmmmmmpppplelerrhwmmpphwermmmmmmmmm. Now I had taken a bandana, rolled it up and put that over the cleave gag. 

Now all I could hear with a slight mmmmmmmmm. Still gabbing but totally inaudible and too low to be heard by anyone. 

I grabbed more rope and started tying up her thighs, knees and ankles. 

"How is that sweetcakes? Can you break loose now" I asked. 

She nodded her head yes and I said 'Go ahead and try" 

She wiggled and crinched and sweated... nothing. Totally immobilized. 

"OOOH, Those poor puppy dog eyes. You can't get lose can you?" I said cockily mimicking what Kerri had done to me and proceeed to grab another tie and blindfolded her. 

TO BE CONTINUED......... 
 

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I have been with this site for many years,and have seen all kinds of stories,some good,some bad,some filth,some true,some not so true,some totaly untrue.Guess what,this site is still here,and as much as it is canucks site,what makes this site is the people who post stories,and offer there views,good or bad.

I liked this site early on as most of the posters were over 18,and were telling there tie up stories when they/we were kids.As time went on a lot of them/us ran out of true stories. And a lot of them,like myself wont make up stories,just to be able to post. I dont mind reading made up stories,but I wont post them,because I belive in canucks policy.

Well a lot of the older posters went on to create there own web sites,Mason for one which is/are for more adult stories.And a whole new group of people began posting.but they were/are getting younger,14,16,17 ect.Now while these stories,most of them anyways are cute and harmless,I began to feel 'funny" knowing so many 'kids' were/are reading this site. I just dont think kids under 18 should know what the 'word' bondage means. I know that is my hang up,so that is why I stoped posting and for a few months stoped coming here.Plus at the time there more boys tie boys story,and while the girls may like them,I dont care for them,I also dont judge them either.

My point to all this,this site goes in cyles,as to how much and what kind of stories are posted,hang around long enough and you will find somthing you like.You also have to remember most people dont live on the internet,they have 'real life"things that they need to take care of.Myself I am addicted to the internet,Shoot evan before I go to work I get on line9like 5am,and one of the first things I do when I get home is get on line,but's just me :) On my day off (today) there are times when I am on the computer for 6hrs straight(minus a few bathroom breaks :)
So just keep reading,and be brave and post,becuse nobody know who you are,they cant 'see' you through the computer,and dont feel bad noot all stories get comments,evan when they are well liked.You may have noticed there are only a handful of people who post coments,but there a LOT of people who read this site.Also guys a story writen by a woman/girl will get more response,for the mere fact it is mostly guys who post,so dont feel hurt if nobody coments on your story,rest asured WE all enjoy reading what you write. :) So just come out posting,and short stories are ok,they dont have to be a 'novel'(sp) :)

On this particualar occasion, we were all having a sleep over round Peter's house in his shed. We were talking about going down to the woods that were on the other side of the field from where we lived. We all felt a bit apprehensive but eventually decided to do it. So we got some things together and at about two o'clock in the morning, we all set off for the woods. Kevin had the torch to light the way and we were all very spooked out by the atmosphere as the sky was clear and the moon was shining. We reached the woods and the initial reaction to the atmosphere was one of immense fear, but we soon got over it and started to think what we would do now that we were in the woods. I think it was Peter who suggested, "why don't we play cops and robbers?" 
"There aren't enough of us" 
"And it's too dark." 
"It's simple, the cop has the flash light and the robbers have to hide," explained Peter. 
"What will we use to capture them with?" 
"I've got rope in my bag. I can be the cop and you two have to try and steal this..." He pulled out a coffee mug. 
"What the hell would we want to steal that for?" asked Kevin. 
"Cos your desperate. The aim is for you two to get it back to the camp, and it has to be both of you, otherwise it doesn't count, and i win by capturing you two and the mug." 
"Where's that?" I asked 
"My shed. Well?" 
We conversed and quickly agreed as this sounded very easy. 
"Okay then, off you go." 
We were astonished at how easy he'd made this. We walked forward for a while and then came back toward where the 'priceless' mug would be. We immediately found it as it was rested on a cut down tree trunk with the torch illuminating it. This was stupidly easy, but we weren't naive enough to not realise it was a trap so i agreed to go alone so that Kevin could resue me if i was captured. I poked my head round a number of trees. After a while of gradually edging forward i grabbed it. "I got it Kevin. Quick run for it. Kevin?" 
Not a sound could be heard. I ran to where he was before and no one was there. All of a sudden I heard a strange distant noise. I moved and suddenly saw Kevin on the floor hogtied, and gagged with layers of masking tape and a strip over his eyes. I had to think what to do quickly. So i ran to a tree with a branch that was so heavy it touched the floor and hid the cup there. I then made my way to the daring rescue i was about to pull off. The noise of muffled screams was even louder now as Peter had removed Kevins socks and shoes and started tickling his bare feet. I could only watch from a distant because i didn't want to get caught so i felt quite sorry for Kevin as he would simply have to endure this as long as he could. After the tears had made the blindfold roll off, Peter gathered himslef and walked away from the scene. With no hesitation i ran for it to save Kevin. He quickly caught sight of me and scremaed at the top of his gagged voice. Suddenly Peter lept behind me putting a sleeping bag over my head. He held me down and started cocooning me in rope and duct tape. I was now totally unaware of my surroundings with the bag over my face but i still could. "You win" 
"No i don't, i need the mug first." 
"Oh yeah, I forgot." I thought getting the upper hand. 
"Are you going to tell me where it is?" 
"No" 
"I thought not." 
Then i felt my shoes and socks being taken off, unavoidable due to my legs wrapped in rope. Even grabbed hold of them within his thighs. 
"What are you do....ahaah ah" 
Suddenly he came at me right at my most vulnerable. I was being tickled and it paralysed me. I still though that we could still win if i just endured it. But he kept tickling me and making me feel totally helpless. Eventually i had to conceed and he won it. 
"Okay, untie us now." 
"Not before i take you to jail." 
"Oh come o....mmm" Suddenly he wrapped what must have been rope really tight around my mouth through the sleeping bag. He then picked us up taking off the roped on out feet and marching us back to his 'jail'. The night was finished yet. 

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I was babysitting a kid who I'd never meet before whose parents were friends of a friend. His name was Tim and he was about 8 or 9 years old. 

It all went okay at first with Tim watching tv. After a while he got bored and suggested we played a game of hide and seek. This seemed quite harmless so I agreed. 

He went to his room while I hid. it didn't take long for him to find me behind the curtains. 

"Right, now I've found you I'm gonna tie you up" he said. At the same time I noticed he was carrying a length of rope with him. 

I was a bit taken aback by this but thought that what could he do, a small kid (and it might keep hime quiet a bit longer) so I agreed and held my arms out to him. 

"Not like that, behind your back" he said. 

I reluctantly put my hand behind my back and he started wrapping rope around them. This is a bit tight I thought as he tied it off. 

"Okay, that's enough" I ordered, testing my bonds and finding that I couldn't get my hands free. 

The next thing I knew was that he was tieing rope around my elbows, drawing them together behind my back. 

"I said stop Tim" I shouted and I managed to pull away from him "untie me right now, this has gone too far". 

He said and did nothing so I walked towards the kitchen thinking I may be able to find something sharp to cut the ropes somehow. hwoever the door to the kitchen was shut and with my hands tied firmly behind my back I couldn't open it. 

As I turned round from the door, he suddenly jumped on me. As it was so unexpected I was caught off balance and fell to the floor on my stomach. He immediately sat on top of me and finished off tieing my arms and elbows togther. As much as I struggled, with my arms already tied, I was unable to throw him off. 

Then he turned his attention to my feet and despite my kicking, by sitting on them he was able to get rope around them and tie them securely together. I was now totally helpless. 

He got off me, leaving me struggling on the floor, trying to get free. He disppeared from the room, only to return moments later with more rope and some cloth. 

I was turned over onto my front. 

"Now to keep you quiet" he said. 

"Don't you dare" I shouted "mmmppppphh". My threats were silenced as some cloth was forced into my mouth and then tied in place with another strip of cloth that he put between my teeth and tied behind my head, which forced the wad of cloth further into my mouth. 

I protested further as he took more rope but the only noise I could make were faint "mmmmppphhs". He then tied my legs in three more places: above and below my knees and around my thighs. He tied rope from my hands around my waist and then more rope around my chest, pinning my arms even closer to my body. 

Eventually he was done and he stood back to admire his work. The next thing I knew he was on the phone to a friend boasting how he'd tied up his baby sitter and to come around and have a look. I mmmpphed in protest, it was embarrassing enough to have been trussed up by a kid without having half the neighbourhood coming to see me. 

When he'd finished on the phone he dragged me to his parents bedroom and after a bit a struggling, managed to get me on their bed. Luckily the house was a bungalow so there weren't any stairs to go up. 

I was left on the bed for what must have been about half an hour when I heard voices and in came Tim with another 5 boys. They all looked at me and laughed, congartulating Tim. One boy, who was older than the rest, came up and tested my ropes and told Tim he'd done a good job. However there was just thing missing he said. 

He asked Tim to find some more rope, which he quickly did. He then put lengths of rope over my sholders, down my back and brought then up between my legs. I moaned in my gag as he tied them off tightly. 

"There" he said as everyone laughed more "a crotch rope". 

After a lot more laughing they all left me there. I struggled more but it was no use, I couldn't get free and the struggling just pulled the ropes between my legs even tighter. One thing that gave me comfort though was my friend Kylie, who was out on a date with her boyfriend, had promised to call in a see me on her way home. 

After what seemed like an age I heard a knock at the front door. All the boys apart from Tim rushed into the room and hid. I could hear Tim and Kylie talking with Tim telling here that I was in the bedroom. 

Kylie out her head round the door. She was looking so attractive in a really tight-fitting knee length dress, a jacket, black tights and knee-length boots. A look of horror came over her face as she saw me. 

I mmmppphed desperately as she rushed over to me, trying to warn her of the trap she was walking into but she couldn't understand. 

She was just about to remove my gag when the other boys suddenly jumped her. Kylie's a very fit, athletic girl and would normally have put up a good struggle and maybe been able to break free and escape. However with her tight dress and high heels she was at a real disavantage and she soon fell to the floor. 

More rope was fetched and all the boys set to work tieing her up. Because I was on one side of the bed and she was on the floor I couldn't really see what was happening but I could see large lengths of rope being used. 

Eventually Kylie was lifted onto the bed and the boys left us. 

I looked in horror as I studied my friend. She was bound even more comprehensively than I was. She was covered from head to foot with the most intricate ropework, completely imobilising her. He bulging cheeks showed that her mouth had been completely filled with something behind her gag. At least I thought, her dress had meant they couldn't give her a crotch rope (although when we were untied later I found that they had managed to crotch rope her under her dress) however they had used rope to tie her feet up towards her bound hands so she was in a hogtie. 

Kylie had been placed on her stomach but eventually, after a great deal of effort, she managed to struggle onto her side so we were facing each other.She looked at me with pleading eyes. We tried to communicate but Kylie could make even less noise than I could so after a few minutes of pathetic mmmppphhhing we gave up. 

There was abolutely no way Kylie was going to get free, it would take someone about half an hour to untie her in any case. However if we could get back to back Kylie may be able to free me. I eventually managed to get across the fact to Kylie to move so we were back to back. I could manage it fairly easily but it took Kylie about half an hour to turn over, infact I don't know she managed to do it! 

It was no use though, Kylie wasn't able to even reach the ropes binding me, let alone untie the knots. 

The next thing we knew was the boys had returned. 

"Ahh, we can't you untieing yoursleves" they said, not realising we'd already tried and failed. 

They put us face to face again and got yet more rope. Kylie's hogtie was removed and they tied us togther, wrapping rope around the two of us from shoulders to ankles. Now I too was uanble even move at all. 

Then one of the boys had an idea. 

"Why don't we tickle their feet" he said. The other enthusiastically agreed. 

I mmppphhed desperately as they removed my trainers and proceeded to give me a good ticking but I was helpless as I was so securely bound to Kylie. Kylie at least was spared the tickling as she had been tied wearing her knee high boots and they couldn't be bothered to untie all our legs to take her boots off. 

At long last they got fed up and left us again for what must have been about an hour. 

Then they all returned and carried us, still bound together, into the living room. It was obviously getting near to the time Tim's parents would be returning and they were debating what to do. They untied us from each other and lay us down on the sofa sepatately. 

They decided that that the older boy would stay with Tim and say that I'd been feeling unwell so had gone home early and he'd stayed with Tim instead. They were obviusly afraid of what the reaction would be from us when we were untied, because they untied our legs, leaving our upper bodies still bound along with my crotch rope and our gags. 

We mmmmpped in protest as they opened the front door and told us to leave. We were pushed out and the door was shut in our faces which they refused to open again. We were left to ourselves, still helplessly bound from the waist up and unable to talk or make any noise. What could we do? 

I didn't want to go back to my house because my parents were there. I remembered that Kylie's parents had gone away and only her brother was home. She obviously remembered this too because she set off towards her house with me following. 

Because it ws very early in the morning, something like 1 or 2am, we very luckily didn't see anyone. We made slow progress because Kylie couldn't walk very fast in her dress because she could only take small steps and obviusly didn't want to rush and trip because she'd never get up again. 

We made it to Kylie's house which was about half a mile away. We couldn't ring the bell or shout but we eventaully managed to wake her brother by kickiing at the door. 

He looked shocked and surprosed when he saw us, before starting to laugh. We mmmppphhed and mmmppphhed and after more laughing he ungagged us and started to untie. I was untied first which took about 5 minutes but he couldn't untie Kylie and had to get some scissors to cut the ropes off and even then it took more than 10 minutes or so. We thought we'd finished when she said that they had tied ropes under her dress as well, harnessing her body and going down her back and up between her legs. We undid the front of her dress and cut those ropes off as well. 

And that's the end of what evening. I went home and managed to get some sleep before school in the morning. I never complained to his parents about what had happened because it was too embarrasing to have to admit a kid half my age had rendered me helpless as he did. It never came out at school that we'd been tied up because I think the boys realised they had got carried away and were worried about getting into trouble so obviusly hadn't told a sole about what had happened. I did find the next evening an envelope through our door paying me for the baby sitting and hoping i felt better and could sit for them again. I never did. 
 

Bill, an 11 year old who was one of my freinds, was bored when I had to go away for awhile. This is what happened. There was a kid named Alex (15) who with a few freinds Vince (15) and Stephan (15). Alex, the brains of the three, was almost crazy. When he was bored, he did whatever he thought of. 

Alex met Bill on the beach one day, he said to him, 
"I like you Bill, let's start a club" 
"what about?" asked bill 
"Well, whats something we have in common?" 
"We're both guys?" 
"Yeah, but no" 
"We both have blond hair?" 
"NO!!!!, *sigh*, how about in clothes?" 
"Nothing rea-, oh, we both wear tube socks." 
"Exactly, thats what we'll call the club, because Vince and Stephan wear them too. I will write a rule book, while you all build a shelter." 

So he wrote up a like 500 page rule book, and they found wood to make a club house. 
 

They stayed in the club just hanging out for 3 days. But on the 4th day, I went to hang out on the beach. I wanted to hang out with Bill. But I couldn't find him, his mom said he was at the beach. So I walked around. 
 

Well, It turns out, they were watching me. Bill said, 
"Hey, it's my freind Scottie comin toward us." 
Alex didn't want to share freindship so as I got closer, he looked up one of his stupid rules. Bill asked, 
"Can He join the club, please?!!!" 
"No," Alex said," He wears ankle socks not tube socks. In fact this rule book says, 'Hurt an outsider offending a rule' and he isnt wearing tube socks. Before you say anything,you signed the contract, so you can't stop me. 
Bill stood their open mouthed shocked. Alex saw this and said, 
"Tell you what though, instead of hurting him, we will merely, uh... kidnap him and change his ways. Torture him a bit." 
He walked over to his gym bag and pulled out 7 pairs of tube socks. 
"Vince, Stephan" he said, "We've got our first job." 
 

I see the little hut and go towards it. when all of a sudden, 3 kids all of which are older than me, jump out of the dunes, pin me down and start gagging and binding me. The force is to great, they carry me into the hut. I get knocked out. 
 

When I wake up, Bill is right next to me. He explained the situation breifly. I looked down, and they changed me. They put some tube socks on me instead of my old ankle socks. I also noticed a note on my thigh that said: 
Property of the Tube Socks, 
Call 1 555 555 5555* 
(*Note: Not Real Phone Number) 
It was in pemanent ink. So if his freinds saw me anywhere, I'd be kidnapped and brought here again. Then The older boys came back. 
 
 

Alex said to me 
"You know belong to us, if you noticed your mark. Now, we will punish you for wearing ankle socks." 
All I could let out was a muffled "MMMMMMMMM". 
 

They didn't do much to me. They tickled me till I nearly wet myself, sat on my head, and kept me for 3 days. Then Bill quit, and I went home. 
 

I have been returned to "The Tube Socks" 6 times. Me and Bill are freinds again, and I will post more stories about, "The Tube Socks" as time goes on. 
 

Great Story. I haven't read one in a long time 
 

(TO BE CONTINUED) 
If you guys would like to hear the rest gimme some feedback k? 
By the way, any1 here has MSN If you do pls e-mail me k? Thx 

Val

It does sounds weird - tying up a line of dolls, then you? I don't know how that could come about.

But guess what? Manyt years latter in a bondage life mag,some one elsem had sent in some photos,of dolls tied and gagged,so it proved I was not the only one.ALSO when I was young,I would get out the sears book,and evan the "tv guide" and draw ropes and gags on the women in the pictures.Yet again I thought I was the only one doing this,but yet again the mag bondage life 'by the ppl section,proved once more,I was NOT the only one to do this.

Now I dont do this anymore,but one I am an adult now,and have the internet and my fingers,and think about this,evan the "bad ie not clean" sites,there are litrealy (sp) thousands of bondage sites,and how many 'models' who have there own site which are all about bondage?

So remember this : YOU are NOT alonre in this tie up thing :)
I have starte3d 2 new boards,one is for clean ie 'love bondage pics' the other is for discuss and questions only,no stories,after all this is what THIS site is about.HOWEVER 2 things,one I am still working on both boards,tring to figure out how they work before I post them here,and 2nd the "pic site" I dont know if canuck would want me to post it here,they are clean pics(no nudes)But there are to many (IMHO) 'kids' here. However the discuss board,I think is a good thing for every one no matter the age(well within reason of course) I cant not tell you how many ppl I have talked to who like myself did NOT have the internet,felt that they were all alone,and how a simple magazine from harmony concepts,helped us all to fell more normal.
no later than wed,I will post the discuss board if I havent messed it up :) and I will wait for canuck answer on me posting the pic site.as of now there is only two pics so you all are not missing much :)

Please tske no offrnse(sp) but you are staring to sound like the one poster,who always uses diff names,but ALWAYS asks for stories of guys tied and tickled,he/she has been doing this for OVER a year,for goodness sake :)

asking for stories is fine,but sheesh lets not get carried away, :) and btw I do love to read new stories,and a small note,I wouldnt expect any new stories this week (I hope I am wrong) This happens to be memorial weekend SO... either a dry spell,or maybe a few new stories,however I think most ppl will be out of town,but as I said before how about at least ONE story from you :)

I like the coments (evaan yours,I mean that in a nice way :) )just as much as the stories :)

I guess what Val wrote was a metaphor. First they tied up Barbies, later on she herself was tied. Am I right? If so, please post what happened, Val! 

TW, you telling us about your sister's Barbies was interesting. I used to do the same together with two friends who had a lot of Action Men. (male dolls with different military outfits) We used our Action Men to abduct my friends' sister's Barbies. It was great fun, but sadly Barbies don't bend well enough for hog-ties...;) 

Newbie, your game sounds good, if you try it, tell us how it went. 

I have to agree with TW, but in a slightly more civil may perhaps, people who ask...and ask...and ask for stories can be a little tiresome. Stories on this board are like old men, sometimes they come, sometimes they don't. 
 

Not sure if I wrote this before. However here goes. It may be of interest. 

I have liked being tied up as far back as I can remember. I guess I was about 9 or 10, maybe a little older at the time. Can't really remember. Any way here goes. First time doing something like this. 

Pete and I were hanging out one afternoon on a hot summer day with not much going on. We decided to play a kidnap game. We chose a game of chance to see who might be the kidnapee. We rolled the dice and I lost. Therefore I was the one to be kidnapped. 

There was, at that time, a large woods behind the houses where we lived. Sadly it is now a subdivision. I was to take off and walk wherever I wished in the woods with a fifteen minute start. If Pete could find me he had the right to kidnap me by tying me up. I wasn't worried about being tied up. I had been tied many times playing games but always escaped in short order. This time I shouldn't have been so confident. 

Afteer about45 minutes, much to my chargrin, I heard Pete saying, "Hi there you're now my captive." 

Pete took out several lengths of rope. First he tied my wrists behind my back. I didn't know what it was called at the time, but he cinched the ropes tightly by wraping several turns of rope between my wrists. He left the ends dangling with sevral feet of rope beyond the knot. 

Next Pete quickly bound wrapped several legnths of rope around my upper body and upper arms. He then again cicnched the rope between each arm and my body and knotted in front. I could no longer move my arms. I began to think I might be in trouble. 

Pete quickly bound my legs at the ankles and knees again cinching the rope. He then took the long ends of the rope and pushed my ankles as close to my rump as he could get them and knotted the endso of the rope at the front of my ankles. He had enough rope left to take the ends down and knot them under the ropes around my knees. 

Pete stood back and looked staisfied. I struggled and tried to escape. There was nothing I could do. I couoldn't reach a knot or anything. I was had. 

I had never been tied like that before. I asked Pete where he learned to do that. He said, "In a Wonder Woman comic book. You always escape. I wanted to make sure the next time I got you tied up you couldn't get loose." 

"Now you're talking too much." 

With that Pete took 3 large scarfs out of his pocket. He wadded up 2 and stuffed them in my mouth. I tried to object and prevent it. Pete simply held my nose and stuffed the scarves in my mouth and used the third scarf to keep them there. 

Pete teased me for awhile and busied himself doing other things in the woods, as kids will. Then to my horror Pete said, "I've got to go home now. "I'm sure you can escape like you always do. I have to go home now. I don't have time to untie you." 

With that Pete left me there. I tired everything to escape. After what I later learned was about a half hour but it seemed like eternity of struggling, I was totally exhausted. 

Pete came up and untied me. He said, "Thats for all the times you had me helpless. We enjoyed many more tie up games until we went to different high schools 

subgamble 
 

What is memorial week?? Is this a USA thing, certainly I never heard of it over here in the UK. 

Note: This is not a critism, I would just like to know.

As a side note,think about this,people from all over the world come here,and why do they come here?We all have one thing in common,our intreast in tie up games and bondage,so when you feel alone just remember that someone way around the world LIKES the SAME thing as you :)<~ end of my PSA :)

Well Sara started to tickle Amy,and no not her feet,her sides.Well all of a sudden my Mom got pretty mad and said something about tickleing Amy when she was helpless,I think my mom then made Sara untie Amy. I am not sure,because I had tied Amy up a lot of times before,but never in front of anybody(at least not at this time) and I felt very funny about walking in on this. I think I made some excuse and left the room.All I know was amy was untied just mins after I walked in on them.

Then one day I was watching TV and there was this movie where Rambo was caught by some enemy and tied up with his arms up and his shirt off. Wow that looks like fun. So the next day I went over to my cousins house where I knew he would be by himself. When he told me he wanted to play, he was a year younger than me and about 11 yrs old, I said ok but pretend that he got caught and tied up. Then I made him take off his shirt. He asked why and I said so they could torture him like Rambo. He took off his shirt and I tied him up in the garage with his arms over his head. I tied him good cause he didn't get loose and he looked sooooooooo cute. 

well I wanted to put my hands on his skin so I started tickling him as part of the torture. I remember I was wearing a crop top with no sleeves and shorts and he was wearing some kind of sweat pants. I put my hands on his tummy and chest and he fought and laughed but didnt get loose. 

Then later I told him he was going to meet the enemy capt. and tied his hands behind his back. He said he could get loose but he couldnt and I made him walk around the garage with his hands tied and shirt off. Then I took him in the house and tied his feet and took off his shoes and tickled his feet til he flopped around, but mostly I tickled his sides and tummy and chest. He was kinda skinny and real cute. I finally let him go and we played tie up games lots of times after that always with his shirt off. Now Im in high school and I still try to find nice skinny cute boys to tie up since my cousin moved away.

as I have said before,at least IMHO they seem to be more 'real',not to say the others are not,but some of them come off a bit far fetched.

BTW I think I got my one board figured out,I am going for one more 'test' tonight,and if it works I will post it :) 

Some background, a few months ago I collected my 19 year old neice, Amanda, who very closely closely resembles Danielle Owens from Imago Studios; because her boyfriend, who very closely resembles Curly from the 3 Stooges, punched my brother, who very closely resmbles a horse's backside, in the face. Myself, I've been told I resemble Grizzly Adams or grizzly bear, take your pick. 

Like I said, this started last night, when Amanda and Cyrly come home and they have Amanda's half sister on her mother's side, Amy, who looks somthing like Amanda in the face, except Amy's hair is dark blonde or light brown, also depending on your point of view, Amy is taller, and while she's not exactly fat yet, Amy's tending towards chubby; and Amy's boyfriend Bear, who resembles any of the other 99,999,999 scrawny street punks you see every day. 

Now the got the introductions out of the way, you might want to scroll this part off the screen because it leads up to, but has little to do with the on topic part. 

My wallpaper on my computer is the 6 girl hogtie from TwistedSmile and I'm in between tasks on the computer when they came in, somebody must have mentioned my porno collection to Bear, although this raises a question: If a girl has at least most of her clothes on, and those clothes cover all the right places, and if all she is is tied up; is it still porno? 

At any rate Bear gawks at the picture, and says "They weren't kidding about you're picture." I told him that was nothing, booted up the slideshow and happily began paging through some of over than 88,000 pictures I've accumulated. It occurs to me maybe I have too much time on my hands, but I took early retirement because that was the major benefit. So the other 3 file upstairs to Amanda and Curly's room, and Bear's asking me a ton of questions, that I'm answering to the best of my ability, and Amy came down to reheat some food they brought back with them in the microwave. I'm still there sitting a yacking with Bear, when Amy comes in and says something I didn't quite catch, but I did hear the words "go back." I'm losing my hearing but not my sense of humor over it, so I asked her, how far back she wanted me to go. 

She said she wanted to know if they could stay over night, with Amanda she didn't want to go back in the rain. 

I said that was fine, and though she wanted me to go back to one of the pics I'd just scrolled through. 

She said no, she didn't like looking at people tied up, and partularly not women, and went upstairs, another guy might've took the hint, but not Bear, he just sits there stupified, looking at these pics, until Amy calls him upstairs because their leftover dinner is getting cold. 

So an hour, maybe 2 pass, and I hear Amy holler, "that's disgusting, and then the bathroom door slam, and I head upstairs, hoping she hasn't locked herself in there, because other people, namely me, might need to use the damn thing. 

I'm going to save what I have here, there's a lot more of this to come, the next part is story behind the story too, so you might want to scroll through it. At least, you've been warned.

I changed one word, and it loaded, and no, it wasn't the "f" one either. So now we know not to post stories or comments with the word for forced sex starting with an r in them. 

And people wonder why I hate them. 

After fighting with this thing as long as I have, I give up. Advance warning of content filtering would have helped. 

G F Y

So I get upstairs, and the have this Japanamation thing playing, and Curly explains to me its an Anime porn. 

"Animal porn?" I ask, like I say, I'm hard of hearing. 

"Anime, not animal," I'm told, although the little cartoon girl is getting done by some sort of octopus type creature, which I point out, and I'm told it's some kind of Alien, which brought up a brief comparison to the book Tommyknockers. Amy finally comes out of the bathroom after the second feature starts, and I'd forgotten she'd been in there, this one winds up with a bitch supervisor being put in a single glove, strappadoed, and humiliated in front of her workforce. Gee, how original, I thought. That plotline had only been used in every other piece of fiction that ever appeared in an HOM or TAO magazine, but that point would be lost on these kids. They might legally be adults, but to me anyone born after the fall of Saigon is still a kid. This starts another argument between Bear and Amy over why he's looking at it; and I figure I better use the bathroom before somebody locked herself in there. I was going to raise a question about why he was looking at cartoons when he had a real woman there, myself, when I walked back in. 

"But they really do this? Right, Ish?" Bear asks me before I can say anything, I was ready to explain the difeerence between paid and posed actresses and models and anything in reality, when the cartoon guy changed into some kind of mutant space alien whatever. 

"That they don't" I said, and Amy, who was camped out with Bear on the bedroom floor, kicked him in the back, and said "See?" 

Bear grabbed Amy's legs and started tickling her feet, Amy started pounding the crap out of him. Bear finally asked for help, and I got Amy's hands under control, once everybody got their wind back, Bear asked me if I had any rope. Curly said go get some, and took over holding Amy down for me. 

I debated the propiety of helping tie my niece by marriage up, for about 3 nanoseconds.

I dropped the rope on the floor and Amy started going bezerk again but this time she was held down too well to do too much. Bear asked if we knew any girls with ticklish feet, and Curly and I both said Amanda. Amanda complained she hadn't done anything, and she hadn't, she was chatting on MSN while all this was going on, but Curley told her, once we get your sister, youre getting off the computer. Come to find out she'd been on it since they got back. Bear had started tickling Amy's feet again, and Amy realized she was held down too well to get up unless someone let her up. 

"Ok, Ok, Ok," Amy finally said, "you can tie me up, but only as long as you dont tickle me." Amy's face was red, she has asthma, and I asked if she needed her inhaler or anything. I don't know how they were thinking abot tying her, but Bear started with her ankles and with Amy still on her back. 

"Put her on on her belly," I suggested. Amy asked asked why, and I said it was so we could tie her hands behind her back. "Don't fight us," I told Amy and told Bear, "if she does, tickle her." She brought her hands together behind her, with her wrists touching and the backs of her hands more together than anything, I turnend the backs of her hands more towards each other, and wrapped and then cinched her wrists. and instructed Bear to tie hankles, and her knees next the same way. Looking at her fingers the way she had them gave me another idea, leaving them alone I left to go to my model train room to get some items.

I showed her the mason's twine instead, I knew I was going to run short of the cable ties if we did both girls, and said, "Well I'll have to use this then." I sarted with the middle of her feet tying and cinching them together at her insteps, then moving to her big toes, I knew it was going to tickle her to be tied like that, but she did her best not to fight being tied, even as I did my best to make it tickle worse, I cave bear the twine and said to do her fingers to the ones on the other hand like I had her toes and then I'd show him what do do next. Amanda asked if she could please have the plastic things even if Amy didn't want them instead of the string. Curly put them on her toes then each finger, then i told him to go around first her first two fingers, then her back two to make two sets of four fingers, and then to ling the two sets together. Curly got the twine from Bear and tied Amanda's feet like I had Amy's. 

Neither girl was going to be able to free herself, and they couldn't help each other, I left them with a warning, "if I hear either of you young ladies scream, I'll show these guys how to gag you." 

"How long should we keep like this?" Bear asked me. 

I told him "That's on you, what, I got to tell you you kids how to do everything?" I shut the door and wished them good night, and stumbled off to bed. 
 

This must be the most strange and meandering story to arrive at this site this side of the millenium! Please tell us what happened afterwards, if you know!

Speaking of wrath, boy, did I get an earful from my brother, that's one reason why I have an answering machine. So I let him scream at it all he wanted to. The girls are grown, the eldest isn't even his, and if his daughters don't like what happened they should tell me or their boyfriends first, or just don't come here any more. 

I have no idea how long the girls stay tied up last night, but it looked like Amy'd been tied too long, what I saw of her, and my understanding is she broke up with Bear earlier this afternoon. Amanda has been quiet and withdrawn most of the day, although she did ask me for help this evening, so I think she's aware that this isnt going to be an everyday thing around here, at least not involving me anyway. The guys said they had fun last night when they went out earlier, Bear said he wanted to do that again, which started an argument between him and Amy that most likely led right to break up. I think its ok though, the girl deserves better than a guy who'd rather watch porn when he has a half undressed girlfriend next to him. 

Maybe that's just an old school way of looking at things though. 
I doubt anything like this will ever happen again, it was just an odd set of circumstances; Curly and Amanda gave me the porno disk, its a dvd, so unless they ask for it back, it won't be watched in their bedroom again. For my part though, I have no intention of changing wallpapers, its my house, if you don't like the way something looks, don't look at it. 

Like any other mess, this one will be forgotten about, that's why I wanted to post it up while I still have a memory of it. I've appologised to everyone involved if they got hurt, but nobody, besides the profesional horse's backside, seems to be blaming me for anything. 

Thanks for letting me share/rant/unload, 
 

To be Continued... 

Val

also evan on a board as 'safe' as this,NEVER give your real name (if you are under 18) or evan your e mail.however,there are many FREE e mail sites,where you can use just for say to talk to ppl here.

I will share a bit latter of the FIRST time I ever let anyone(a woman ) tie me up,and evan though I had known her for months how scary,and yet exciting,but I was a adutl,still I got very lucky,she was very cool.SO I say a BIG NO WAY to a meeting.And yes there is the instant messages,but be carefull there to because a lot of times when you have an 'IM buddy' they know when you are on line.So as I always 'close' my posts with :

I myself enjoy being tied up. I have a friend who finds it amusing to do so from time to time, and without actually admitting the first, I try desperately to engineer situations for the amusement of both of us. BUT, I have known him a long time, and I TRUST HIM IMPLICITLY. 

Particularly for the benefit of any younger readers, but also for you older one's who may be tempted to throw caution to the winds, PLEASE, PLEASE head TW's advice!

come on by when you are done reading the stories here,for advice,or questions,and do not feel shy,remember just about every onethat reads this site or others like it,well they to are into the tie up games :) BTW for a stupid reason I go by "aw" on the new board,so when you see 'aw' thaats me 'tw'.So hope to see you there for some tie up talk :) 

Ensnared

I was over at Sam's house this weekend. First, let me describe him then myself. Sam is around 5'4" with short brown hair, and is an athlete. I am 5'5" with medium long dark brown hair, and I am an athlete as well. On with the Story. 

We were hanging out, and I had managed to sneak all my supplies safely into Sam's room. We olayed video games for a bit, got bored, and went to his room to listen to music. I had been hoping that his bed would be good for tying people, with a headboard, but there was nothing of the sort. So, I had to improvise. As I have posted earlier, I have a new I idea for tie up games, which I explained to Sam. 
"Hey Sam, wanna play a tie up game?" 
"Sure" 
"I have a new idea. Ok. The person getting tied up rolls the dice 3 times. The first roll will determine what to wear. 1: regular. 2: shirtless. 3: boxers. 4: Jammer (speedo racing suit) 
g2g. post more later. 

Now please keep your stories here,after all this is what this site is about,and Canucks has been doing an awesome job,for how many years? :)

I'll post some more of this story later!

I rolled a 1 (regular clothes), a 1 (chair), and a 2(one min) I sat in the chair with my hands on the legs of the chair. He tied them to the legs tighly, using one rope to secure both. He then tied my legs to the front legs of the chair. He tied my right ankle to the right leg, and my left ankle to the left leg of the chair. I could not move. He didnt bother to gag me, but just went right on with the tickling. He tickled my sides, then my feet. I was writhing and trying to stifle my laughter. Then, it was finally over. 

We played a game on the Ps2, made a bet, and I lost. The penalty was to roll the dice. To make matters worse, I rolled a 4 (jammers), a 3 (hogtie), and a 2 (one min). I put the jammers over my boxers, and took off my shirt. I was extremely uncomfortable about 1, wearing them, and 2, they were like spandex, being very tight. I lay down, and he tied my hands tightly behind my back crossed with a 20' rope. Then he took the same rope, and brought my feet up, and started to tie them, making sure that the knot was secure on my hands. Then, when my feet were tied, he took off my socks. I felt almost naked, being clad in the jammer with only boxers underneath. He again tickled me relentlessly, on my sides, then my totally exposed feet. He traced the soles, and tickled my sides until the time was up. Before he untied me though, he gave me a playful slap on the but, which made me lash out, but he said, "Ahh Ahhh Ahhhhh... I still haven't untied you..." I "apologized" with much sarcasm, but he let me go nonetheless. I then had to go, but I had a great time, and I hope to hang out more this summer. 

Please let me know if you guys liked it! Thanks! 
 

When I was young, I used to enjoy seeing boys and girls tied up and gagged helplessly on television. I would receive a rush of excitement through my entire body. I would fell sorry for the tied victim, yet at the same love watching them hopelessly struggle. I had always wished I could be in their place, and I longed to tie up a boy or girl, then have them tie me up. I thought I was weird. I thought if I told anyone I would be shunned by society. And, most of all, I felt lonely. Every time I would watch television with my friends or family, and a scene would appear with some sort of bondage, I’d immediately feel embarrassed, even though no one in the room knew about my fantasies. I’d fear that if I even looked at the scene, someone would notice and shout out that I was some sort of freak. I would occasionally search the Internet, and of course disgusting pornography would be the results. I was never interested in the pornographic bondage. I only enjoyed the calm, playful tie-up games that we all played as children. I was a bit disappointed with the results on the Internet. Finally, I came across this website, and I’ve read an enjoyed the stories here, ever since then. This was about two years ago. At the time I had never had any real bondage experiences, but soon after, I found that some of my very close friends, both boys and girls, shared the same feeling. After this discovery, we have engaged in many playful sessions, some of which I remember, some of which I don’t. I am currently fifteen, going on sixteen, just finishing my sophomore year of high school. I found this website at the age of thirteen, going on fourteen. And it was, also, at this age, when I underwent by first bondage experience. 

I stand at five feet and five inches. My brown hair contains blond highlights. With brown eyes, at this age, I weigh about one hundred and ten pounds. However, the present is not important. At the time of my first bondage experience, which was during Christmas vacation of eighth grade, I was thirteen, five feet and two inches tall, skinny, with brown hair and blond highlights, brown eyes, and I weighed approximately eighty-five pounds. 

It was December 2000. School has just gotten out the day before for Christmas break. Eighth grade was half finished. I live in New Jersey, so at wintertime, it becomes extremely cold. I have this fetish for goose down jackets, so living in New Jersey in December could be extremely exciting for me, if you know what I mean. The goose down jacket that I owned at the time was a North Face brand; black on top, and dark blue the rest of the way down. Anyway, it was Saturday, and as mentioned above, Friday was the last school day of the year 2000. It was a typical Saturday morning; wake-up, eat breakfast, watch television etc. As drifted out of bed, I glanced outside and noticed a lot of snow. Apparently, it had snowed seven inches the night before. At about 10:00, while devouring my bowl of Froot Loops, the phone rang. Dashing towards it, I picked it up. It was my best friend, Justin. 

“Hello?” I asked. 

“Hey, David. It’s me. Justin.” He replied. 

“Hey.” I was not surprised to hear from him at all. It’s an inside joker between our two families that Justin and I are twin brothers, because I spend more time at his house than I do at my own. 

“I’m a bit bored. Do you want to come on over and hang out? I don’t really feel like playing in to snow today.” He said. 

“Yeah. Neither do I. I guess we could watch some movies at your house, and just hang out.” I stated. 

“Cool. Come one over, whenever you get the chance. Bye!” 

As I heard a click, followed by a dial tone, I immediately hung up, and put my breakfast away. Realizing I was still in my pajamas, I dashed upstairs, and into my bedroom. After searching my dresser for a few minutes, I found no snow clothes, so I decided to put on summer clothes. Throwing on a yellow tee shirt from Abercrombie, and some cargo shorts, I dashed downstairs, forgetting to put on socks. After forcing my shoes on, I went to the closet to retrieve my puffy, blue goose down jacket. I threw it on, and zipped it up to my chin. I loved that soft, puffy feeling against my skin. I called out to my Mom, telling her that I’d be at Justin’s house, and after hearing an, “Okay,” I began my journey. Actually, it wasn’t really a journey seeing as how Justin lived down the street. 

As I stepped outside, a breeze of cold air burned my face. “I should have dressed warmer,” I remember thinking to myself. I stuffed my frozen hands in to the warmth of the goose down jacket pockets, and continued onward. Trying not to slip on the shiny ice that now lay across my driveway, I proceeded onward, observing the children who had engaged themselves on a playful snowball fight. My breath was clearly visible as I made my way to Justin’s house. I couldn’t wait to arrive there, and feel the warmth of a house. With each step that I took, a “crunch” could be heard under my shoes as I crushed the snow and ice on the street. 

After, about, five long minutes, I arrived at my destination. Walking up his driveway, I thought I would freeze to death. I couldn’t believe I was wearing shorts in this kind of weather. After making my way onto his porch, I reluctantly pulled a hand from the warmth of my jacket to open the door. I spent so much time here, I didn’t even have to ring the doorbell. 

As I stepped inside, a great relief filled my entire body. The warmth felt so great! 

“Justin. I’m here!” I called out. 

“Hey, David.” Justin yelled back, as he ran down the stairs to greet me. He had brown hair like mine, but without blond highlights. He spiked his hair with gel, which I found rather funny looking. “My parents are out for the weekend, which is the real reason I called you over. My older sister is babysitting me, but she’ll stay in her room with her boyfriend most of the time.” 

“Awesome!” I yelled in excitement. “I’ll probably be able to spend the night.” 

“Yeah. So, what do you want to do?” Justin asked, as I took off my goose down jacket, and hung it on a coat hook. 

I chuckled a bit when I saw the expression on his face as he realized the cloths I had on. “Let’s just watch television for now.” 

“Okay.” 

We both proceeded to walk down his hallway to the Family Room, where the television was located. Seconds after Justin switched the television on, the Disney Channel popped up. Bored, we decided to watch it a little. Much to my disadvantage, the movie The Other Me, was on. I immediately recognized the movie, but said nothing. I knew the film because towards the end of it, the main character is kidnapped, tied to a chair, and gagged by some criminals. It has always excited me. I said “disadvantage” because if you recall, I hated watching bondage scenes on television with somebody else. I always felt embarrassed. I immediately suggested that we switch channels. 

“Oh. I hate this movie. I’ve seen it so many times.” I remember telling Justin. “Let’s see what else is on.” 

“Wait a minute. I haven’t seen it in a long time. Let’s watch it a little longer.” He protested. 

The funny thing is, is that the bondage scene was due up any time. I began to think that maybe Justin wanted to see the boy tied and gagged as well. After a few minutes, the scene finally arrived. The crook forced a bandanna into the boy’s mouth, who had already been secured to a chair, then tied it back around his head. After the crooks leave him, he struggled a bit, attempting to yell through his gag. Embarrassed, I looked around the room, acting calm and collected, as if the film we were viewing was only for children. I glanced over at Justin, and to my dismay, he was doing that exact same thing; looking around the room, trying not to pay attention to the scene at hand. I thought to myself, “Now’s my chance.” 

“You know. I never understood how those bandannas would keep someone quiet. I mean. Couldn’t they use their tongue to force it out of their mouth?” I blurted out. 

As expected, Justin was a bit surprised. “Yes. You could push it out with your tongue, unless the bad guy ties it really tight around your head.” 

“I don’t understand.” Of course I understood, but I wanted to be tied up, even if it was by my best friend. 

“What don’t you understand about it?” Justin was being a bit difficult.

“I don’t know.” 

I remember this moment very clearly. There was a long beat of silence, which was interrupted with, “Why don’t you tie me up. It’ll help me understand how the gag works.” 

I remember feeling incredibly anxious. What if he said no? What if he laughed? What if he gave me a weird look and told me to go home? Well. He didn’t any of the above. He looked at me, and then smiled. 

“Okay.” He grinned. “Stay right here. I’ll go get some rope, and a bandanna.” 

And with that, he dashed out of the room. I was awfully eager. I could feel the blood rushing through out my entire body, and the beat of my heart pumping faster then ever. And, to be perfectly frank, I was extremely excited “you know where.” 

After two long minutes, he arrived back in the room. In his hand were two threads of rope, and a white bandanna. I glanced at his pants, and noticed he was excited too. 

“So…” I said, wondering what would happen next. 

“I could only find two pieces of rope, so I’ll just tie your hands and feet together.” He stated. 

“Okay.” I responded. I stood up, and, crossing my wrists, placed my hands behind my back. “Like this?” I asked. 

“Yes. That’s perfect.” He answered. I felt him wrap the first length of rope around my wrists, weaving it in, out, and around my hands. It felt so good. After securing the rope with a tight a knot, he asked me to see if I could get loose. I couldn’t. He had tied a fairly good knot. 

Grabbing the second length of rope, Justin went around, in front of me, and knelt down to my feet. Of course he noticed the bulge in my pants, and laughed. 

“What’s so funny?” I wondered. 

“Aren’t you a little too excited, David?” He said, looking up at my pants. 

My face turned bright red, but he told me it was all right, and that he didn’t care. 

“Hey. Why don’t you sit on the couch while I tie your feet together. I’m having a hard time doing it, with standing up.” Justin told me. 

I nodded in agreement, and sat myself on the couch, as Justin secured my ankles tightly together, the same way he had done to my wrists. As he took the white bandanna off of the floor, I began to worry. What if he never let me go? What if he did more to me than just tie me up? I let these thoughts go, and tried to enjoy this great experience that was occurring. Justin went behind the couch, the white bandanna in his hand. 

“Open your mouth!” He ordered. Worried, I did so. He stuffed the white bandanna into my mouth, and secured back, behind my head with another terrific knot. I wanted to ask him if he had been in Boy Scouts, but of course, it came out muffled. 

“Mer you ewer in Moy Sou?” I attempted to speak. He was right. The bandanna gag, if knotted correctly, worked. 

“See? I told you it was hard to speak with a bandanna in your mouth!” I exclaimed. He placed himself next to me on the couch, and put his arm around me. “God. I need to take a picture of you right now. I wonder what Sarah would say? Should we call her up and ask her to come over?” He was teasing me. Sarah was my girlfriend at the time, and did not want her to see me all tied up and helpless. I shook my head with a definite “no” to let Justin know that letting Sarah in on this was not such a great idea. Thankfully, he understood. 

“So, buddy. What should we do next?” Of course, I couldn’t reply, so there was no answer. “David. Are you deaf? I asked you what we should do next!” He was obviously teasing me, toying with the fact that I was gagged. I looked over at him. He was staring at me smiling, his arm still around me. He was obviously enjoying this. The grin on hi face told me he had plan in mind. “David. Let me ask you. Are you ticklish?” A dreadful feeling surged through my entire body. He and I both know I was extremely ticklish. How could I not see this coming? “Fine. You won’t answer, I’ll just have to see for myself!” 

“Mmmpphh!” I pleaded through my gag. I struggled against my bonds, but, as said before, Justin had tied some wonderful knots. I was helpless, and at his mercy. 

“What? Did you just tell me to tickle you? Okay! If that’s what you want!” He teased. And, with that, began to tickle me. Screaming through my gag, I hoped his sister would hear me, while at the same time, I hope she wouldn’t because I loved what I was experiencing. 

After some fifteen minutes of Justin tickling and torturing me, he finally decided to untie me. Both of us sweating, he unknotted the bandanna from behind my head, and carefully pulled it from within my mouth. 

“So. How was it? I told these gags work!” He said to me, now that I could talk. 

“It was okay.” I lied. He, however, wasn’t one bit convinced. 

“Judging from the bulge in your pants, I’d say you had a great time!” He joked. 

“You nasty freak!” I yelled at him. 

“Hey. I was only pointing it out.” He retorted. 

“Okay. Fine. It was fun, but don’t tell anyone about this. Okay? Not yet. I wouldn’t feel comfortable. Especially don’t tell Sarah.” I told him. 

“Hey. Your secret is safe with me. I swear.” He said matter-of-factly. 

“Oh, and Justin. One more thing. If you ever put your arm around me like that again, you’re dead.” I smiled. Of course I was joking around with him. 

I told him that it had been the best time of my life, and that we should do it more often. I always thought I was weird that I liked being tied up and wearing goose down jackets, but now I knew my best friend loved it too. It was a right of passage for me. Justin and I have had many bondage adventures since then. I’ll be sure to post them.

This is my first time posting here. I've been reading 
the stories here for a while now and thought I would go ahead and post one of my experiences. This happened about a week ago. I'm 18 by the way, I just graduated. Matt is 15. Here's a description of each of us. I'm about 6'1 and I have blue eyes and long brown hair and I weigh about 185 pounds. Matt is about 5'6 and he has kind of a brown fro sort of, he's pop-punker he weighs about 120 pounds. Anyway, on with the story. 

Last weekend, Matt was spending the night at my house. We like to hang out because we both love rock and roll. I've always enjoyed tying people up since I was very young. Matt and I were playing an old school game of go fish. We decided to raise the stakes a little bit with a bet. The loser has to do whatever the winner wants. So as luck would have it, I won. So then Matt said "So what do you want?" I told him to wait right there and told him I'd be right back with my answer. So I left and went upstairs to my room where I got my things. My things are in a duffle bag I hide in my room. It contains the following: 10 10 foot strands of rope, 6 20 foot strands of rope, a ball gag, two rolls of duct tape, and three bandanas. I brought the bag back down to the basement and he asked "what's in the bag." I tossed it on the ground in front of him and said, "it's what I want." He looked inside and his eyes got a little big. He protested some but I said "hey, a bets a bet right?" and he said "yeah I guess." I then told him he was going to be my captive for the night. Since your going to be my captive, you need to be more vulnerable looking. He asked how and I told him to strip down to his underwear for the evening, that's how. He groaned but did so reluctantly. I then had him come with me into my brothers bedroom which is in the basement. He's away at college but his bed is still here. It has a headboard. I told him to lay on the bed on his back which he did. Then took out four of my ten foot strands of rope. I tied his wrists seperately to the headboard tightly with knots out of reach and then I repeated the same for his ankles only to the foot of the bed. He started to complain that the rope was rough on his skin and that it kind of hurt, I checked to be sure he was getting circulation which he was. Then I pulled out a roll of duct tape. He looked at me and went "No, please don't man, please, please, mmmmmmphhhhh!!!" He mmmmmmpppphed for a bit and eventually accepted his predicament....to be continued, let me know if you want to hear the rest... 

Just wanna know when Josh is gonna finish his Tight Squeeze story, its wicked! 

I'm 19 from the South coast of the UK if anyone wants to chat! 

Once again, WICKED SITE!

Both boys jumped up and said they needed some burglar toys and would come back and we would play our game. Neither returned and it was starting to get dark outside, so I turned off the outside lights thinking they might come back tomorrow. As I locked the den door, I was grabbed from behind and ordered to get on my knees and keep quiet. The voices of Roger and Chris told me our game had started so I quickly complied with my youthful burglers. 

They double teamed me, Roger gathered my arms behind my back and held my arms closely together while Chris looped several bands of cord around my wrists and tied the knots with a determined jerk. After they had my wrists tied, I felt my arms being pulled together and looped just above my elbows! I decided to stop the game as the boys had me tied so tight I thought something might get out of control, but was stopped completely as a large very hard ball was shoved against my lips. I opened to protest and demand this stop, but that only aided the effort to stuff that ball into my mouth and gag me. I was forced to open my mouth to stop the assault on my lips, but the ball didn't stop. Right in it went, I felt my jaw clamp tight around it as my hair was lifted and a strap buckled tightly behind my neck. 

The two of them worked swiftly and apparently were well drilled on how to tie me up. My elbows were tied together just like my wrists, well enough I wasn't about to get loose. Now with bound wrists, elbows and gagged so effectively, I was petty much helpless and not in the least happy about it. As the binding of my upper body stopped, I was forced from the kneeling position to a sitting one flat on the floor. Chris immediately tied my ankles crossed and then my legs above and below my knees while Roger kept me from moving around. I could only watch as the knots very tighly pulled into hard ones, ones I didn't think possible for me to get loose from and I was now flustrated and had to admit, definitely under their control. I thought about the word control and wondered, just how long? During a brief struggle to free myself, my little sun dress had worked its way high up on my thighs showing off just about all my legs so I stopped to figure out what I could do next in my predicament. I found out, the boys were not finsihed tying me! 

More rope was added to my body looped above and below my breasts, around my tied arms and pulled so tight I was forced to straighten my torso, suck in my belly and push my breasts outward. Dam, I though to myself, these little guys sure know what they are doing. I wondered just how many times these little guys tied their moms like this? The ropes around my breasts was so tight, I was having difficulty sucking air much less struggle, but you don't know me. Although I couldn't move very much at all, reflex took over. I began to struggle and fight the ropes holding me captive, tied on me by two nine year old boys! I fell over onto my side and continued to squirm, wiggle and strain then suddenly stopped cold! All my struggling against those tightly tied ropes had created another problem for me, I had caused the top of my sun dress to work down over my beasts. 

To be continued.... 

if you like?

TW, good luck with your new discussion-board, it looks promising. 

A technical question for all to think about: 

If a woman is tied tightly above and below the breasts, how can her dress possibly end up slipping down and revealing those breasts? Just a thought...

I didn't descripe myself sorry, at age twelve I was short and had brown hair with blond highlights... David another friend of mine was also into bondage. He had one sister who was a cheerleader at the local collage nearby. I guess she was into bondage too in a odd way (yet the same here and there) she dreamed about us being tied and gagged (crazy bitc*)anyway, one day she had half the team which is about 12 of them. Well.... we were watchig video games when David's sister Cara, "Hi Hotties," she said to us in a sexy voice "OH SHIT" we were thinking usually when she talks sexy it means something bad (against us). Then she said "NOW GIRLS!" and I was grabbed from above the couch. "What is with the Rolls Of Duct Tape?" I asked "Mummification" they replied. They then started rolling the tape all over me until only my hands, my feet, and my head was visible. They started started to take off my socks. They then were about to tickle me when I yelled "WAIT DON'T TI... MMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!!" was all that came out as they stuffed a scarf in my mouth an sealed it with duct tape. They then tickled me and I never stoped laughing until they stopped. They then carried me to Cara's room and I could see John being carried to his room. I guess they divided into teams of 6, with a leader in each Cara was with David I thought and Katie from the earlier story was leader of my captives. "What should we do?" one of the girls asked. "his nails are too dull, let's paint them!" Katie said excitingly. "AHHHH!!!" I tried to yell out but there was a gag on me and it was helpless. "How about Hot Pink," one of them suggested "ok..." replied Katie and they walked over to me and.... 
 

to be continued.... POST COMMENTS IF YOU WOULD LIKE

i've read some stories here and i wondered what to do ? ask or not ? i finaly plucked up the courage to do so... 

i'ts about my daughter who's 12..she's a nice cutie and she having a nice and inteligent boy who's 13. They're behaving fine together, and i trust'em about all "sexual" things so one night he was sleeping home, i didn't see any reason not to let him sleep in her room (my wife is gone now...truly it makes me feel bad sometimes...it hurts a lot..she misses me and she would've been a great help here in this situation) 
so they went to bed early and i watched TV...when i fanaly got upstairs, i checked in the bedroom. I saw that he was in his sleeping bag on the but charlotte was not completely under her bedsheets and i saw had her arms behind her back...i wasn't sure so i aproached and took a look closer. I didnt act as if i new but i saw she was faking to be asleep...she was tied up (arms behind her and rope around her waist) I was shocked but decided to confront her with this sitation the next morning, when he was gone.. 

She only told it was a game, something funny they did once...but i'm afraid it micht get worse, like gags, or even tighter ropes or even worse ! I dont really know how to do...i cant refuse they see each oter, but i cant let this happen, if not too much, at least in a safe way... 

please help

I was never lucky enough to be a in a "tie up games" relationship with anyone, unfortunately, so I don't have any experienced advice to give. Probably the members of this page who have played tie-up games could help with this one? 

First thing I can say is to try not to make a large deal out of it - because if you do, your daughter might simply try to hide her activities. Instead, you should probably calmly talk about safety. Let her know a few things, such as how people can choke on gags (so that she won't want to go for an "unsafe gag"), and that her boyfriend should be nearby at all times while she is tied up in case of an emergency. That last one is actually a general rule that many people here believe in - always have someone nearby when a tied up person is gagged. 

Tell her gently, and I wish you the best of luck. 

And finally, do know that teenagers experiment with many different things. When I was in high school, there were a few girls who told me that they'd been tied up once or twice, but nothing really came out of it, and it was just for fun. Another told me she and her boyfriend played with handcuffs, but she doesn't like rope. Heck, I once saw a guy wrapping very thin duct-tape around a girls' wrists, and neither of them were "into it". The girl was even surprised that I found what they were doing cute. "Cute?? How is this cute?" They were just fooling around. 

Whether you want to assume that your daughter and her boyfriend might play with ropes again, or if it was just a one-time thing, is up to you. It'll probably play a big part in whether or not you want to explain to her about safety. I can't help you with that prediction. 

How did you discover this page, btw? Did you find it by searching for info on "tie up games" after what your daughter and her boyfriend did?

After watching some TV, an old detective series which co-starred Mary Tyler Moore (a very young version) was on. Yeah you guessed. Tyler is the damsel in distress. There is a scene where she is in her apartment and gets a hand over the mouth and then cleave gagged and tied. 

I told Todd, "Boy if anybody ever did that to me!" feeling a rush. 

"Ever been tied up?" Todd replied. 

"Naw it seems so stupid and perverted." secretly I wanted to be tied but refused to admit it. 

"C'mom Terri. You ought to try it. It will be a lot of fun and you can trust me, I won't hurt you." replied Todd. 

"I don't know. Seems childish. Looks good on TV and makes for good adventure. But not in real life." 

I could see in Todd's eyes that he was getting frustrated. So I said; "Besides, I could easily break loose from your ties anyway. What would be the point?" 

"Oh yeah!!!" Todd yelled back. "Do you have any rope handy? 
" 

Of course my dad had rope and I had nylons up in my bedroom. 
I went and got the ropes and a bandana and some nylons. 

The I turned around and set when I say go, we'll play out the scene we just saw. I'll pretend to be Mary Tyler Moore and you can be the villian. I looked down and noticed that his pants were bulging. 

FANTASTIC! Let's do it. 

I turned around and pretended I was working at a desk just like MARY Tyler Moore was in the TV series. Todd slowly came to me and clamped his hand over my mouth and told me to cooperate and I'd be all right, just like the villian in the TV show. 

"Hands behind your back" he said still holding his hand over my mouth. 

I complied. Todd grabbed one of the nylons and stuffed in my mouth and then began tying my hands with the rope. Then my feet. 

Then he grabbed the bandana, twirled it several times and cleav gagged me holding the nylon intact. "How's that Terri!" 

I mmmmmpppped. "mmmppretyygoodd" and looked at Todd's pants again and noticed that he had an incredible erection. I again try to speak but couldn't so smiled with my eyes and looked down so he knew what I was looking at. 

Of course, the rush I felt was equal to what Todd was showing. Being made totally helpless was incredible. But what Todd did afterwards, was even more incredible!

As you’ll recall in my last post, it was during the first day of Christmas vacation in the year 2000, that I underwent my first bondage experience. My best friend, Justin, had invited me over to his house to spend the night. With his parents out of town, and his older sister babysitting, Justin managed to tie me up, gag me, and tickle me. We were both thirteen years old, in eighth grade, and that age, there’s no telling what boys will do. Anyway, my second bondage experience took place the next day, on a Sunday, while still at Justin’s house. We slept in his room, which was located on the second floor, down the hall from his older sister’s room. His older sister was eighteen, probably wouldn’t be up until around noon. He slept on his bed, and I placed one his sleeping bags on the floor, next his bed, to sleep in. As I was falling asleep the night before, I plotted ways to enact my revenge on Justin. 

I would wake up before him, at around 7:30, and quickly grab the ropes that he had used to tie me up. I would obviously use a different bandanna to gag him, as I wouldn’t want him to become ill with all my germs on the white one. Then, before he’d wake up, I’d swiftly knot him up, probably in the same way he had done to me, tightly gag him, and then awaken him with some tickles. 

At first everything went as planned. I awoke at 7:30, and quietly dashed downstairs to retrieve the two strands of rope that were where we left them the day before. Rushing back upstairs, I realized I needed a gag, but I decided to see if Justin had any in his drawers. When I arrived back in his room, I found him still asleep. He lay on his side, his back facing myself and the door. I silently approached his bed, the two ropes in hand. I wondered how I would go about tying him up, without awakening him. I concluded that there was no way to find out, unless, of course, I actually tried it. So, I crept towards him, and carefully grabbed his two arms, one of which was placed under his head. After some confliction, I finally managed to get both arms behind his back. Luckily, he was still asleep. I grabbed on strand of rope, and, quickly but efficiently, knotted the rope around his hands, which, like he had done to me, were crossed over each other. I checked the knot to see if it was secure, and, indeed, it was. 

Now I had to tackle his feet. I slowly pulled the covers from him. I was so scared that this would wake him, but again, it did not. I crossed his feet, then, like I did with his hands, tied them together with an efficient knot. Again, I double-checked to see that it was secure. 

Now that he was successfully tied, but asleep, I had to find an efficient gag. I loved gags, but only if they were bandannas, or another piece of clothe. I never enjoyed tape. It hurt too much. I crept to his clothes drawers, and opened the top one. It was his underwear drawer, unfortunately, but where else would one keep bandannas. After a hesitation, I nobly placed my hand into the drawer. “Yuck. How gross!” I thought to myself. I still can’t believe, to this day, that I put my hand in another boy’s underwear drawer. It’s just something that wasn’t said or done. After looking in the drawer a bit, I finally found a green bandanna, with white, Hawaiian flower designs on it. Without hesitation, I shut his underwear drawer, and then reproached his bed. As stated before, his back was facing me, so I had to move him over, so that his front was facing me, in order to secure the gag. Again, I had fear that this would awaken him, but it had to be done. I gently grabbed his hair, but immediately retracted my hand. If you recall, Justin spikes his hair with gel, and his hair was sticky due to the fact that he hadn’t taken a shower yet today. 

I finally positioned him, so that I could place the gag in his mouth. I rolled the middle of the bandanna into a ball, which was stuffed into his mouth, then secured the remained ends around his head, with another successful knot. His tying up was complete. I evilly grinned, and chuckled. I couldn’t wait to tickle him. I closed the door, and after locking it, I placed my hands under his shirt. His hairless skin was so smooth. Then, I began. I tickled his stomach like there was no tomorrow. His eyes shot open. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening. I immediately began screaming through his gag. 

“Mmmpphh!” He yelled. 

“Justin. This is merely payback for what you did to me yesterday!” I returned to him, continuing to tickle his stomach. He struggled, wiggled, twisted, and turned under his bonds, but failed to break free. This felt so good. Then it happened. I heard a door open and shut from within the house. It was his sister. She must have heard Justin screaming. As I heard footsteps approaching the door, my eyes shot wide open. I took my hand from under Justin’s shirt, and thought of ways to keep him from, “Mmmpphhing.” 

With a burst of inspiration, I placed my hands over the bandanna. 

“Shut up!” I whispered to him. There was knock at his door. 

“Justin? Are you alright in there?” It was, indeed, his older sister. Justin, who couldn’t even make a sound, started to twist and turn, to get out from under me. 

“Uh. Yeah! We’re fine in here! Justin just, uh, hurt himself a little. He’ll be fine.” I improvised. 

“Whatever.” She retorted. There was no sound for the next five seconds. I held my breath, hoping she would go back to her room. Finally, I heard footsteps, and door shut. I let out a sigh of relief. 

“You idiot!” I said to Justin. “You almost had us caught!” I punched him on the arm. 

“Mmmpphh.” He tried to reply, but, thankfully a bit quieter. “What ma mat mfor?” 

“That was for almost getting us in trouble. I do that when you tied me up!” I stated. 

“Mphine.” He stubbornly said. 

“I think I’ve gotten my revenge. I’ll untie you now, but hear this. This isn’t the end of our tie up adventures, Okay?” He nodded his head in agreement. After the gag was out of his mouth, he told me how much fun he had, and, also, how shocked he was when he woke up. Once his hands and feet were free, he gave me a swift punch in the arm, returning the favor. 

“You’re next.” He said to me, grinning. “I’ll get you again, someday.”