We (me and my girlfriend) enjoyed tying each other up lots, pretty much as much as we could, so we thought this would be a perfect opportunity to have some fun. We were both wearing ski jackets and long pants, and we were wearing in socks. I went to my luggage (to much effort to pack into selves ect :’) and pulled 6 pairs of handcuffs out (we always take them everywhere now). Leesha nodded with a cheeky smirk on her face. We usually would use on each of us one pair for our wrists, another on our ankles, and another to join them into a hogtie. After about ten minutes we were both in a hogtied with 3 keys under each (we like being tied the same way – at the same time) of us so we could reach them easily to undo our cuffs, when we decided to try something else. So we got out of the hogtie quickly (painfully might I add), and then we both stood up off the double bed, with our hands and wrists still cuff’d.

CLICK – the door opened!

We stood there looking straight at my mother; I can only imaging what she was thinking seeing us like that. “Oh so you’re into this stuff too are you two?”, Don’t worry me and your father have don’t it before and I don’t mind if you two do it either, then she asked what we think she must have wanted in the first place, her purse, and I said I hadn’t see it since we got here. She turned to leave, me and Leesha looked at each other relived yet confused. Then my mother turned back and asked “Do you want me to tie your two up for a little while?”. Me and Leesha looked at each other, nodded, and mumbled “ok”. “OK then I will be back soon with some things from the car” she said and left the room. Leesha whispered “Are you sure this is a good idea???”. “Yeah I suppose” I said to her. “But what is in the car that she can use to tie us up?”. We both laid on the bed talking, both of us still cuffed.

A few minutes later the door slammed and mum came back in, and I was confused when I saw what she had – our two sleeping bags? Since me and Leesha have been reading this site for a while now, we knew that only two things could happen, 1) She would take us camping? Or 2) we were going in them. It was obvious which it ended up being. She threw them on the bed and unrolled them, and ordered Leesha into hers first. “Take the cuffs off us first!” I said. However she just said “STAY QUITE! IT ADDS EFFECT”. She helped Leesha crawl in and zipped it up all the way, with only her neck sticking out, she pulled the draw strings on the opening tight around Leesha’s neck. Then it was my turn, and the process was the same. “Well then it seems you two are tied up pretty well, anything else you brought here that could make the experience better?” mum asked us. ‘Tape…..” I uttered…. I shouldn’t have! “Why did you tell her that!” Leesha mumbled. “Well then were is it?” mum asked. I just kept quite and squirmed around, I realized how comfortable it was, with me slipping inside the sleeping bag easily because of the ski jacket (I think it was made from nylon). After scrounging me and Leesha’s gear mum eventually found the tape in the zip of my bag) It was 2 lots of 6cm black duct tape, each 20metre rolls. She rolled Leesha onto her side and started covering the bottom of the sleeping bag with the duct tape, when she had taped the sleeping bag up to here thighs though (without leaving any of the sleeping bag uncovered) Leesha said “Ok no higher I still want to be able to move”. Mum kept “winding” Leesha up in tape. “LET ME OUT OF THIS” Leesha said, twisting and trying to move but with great difficulty. “LET ME OUT!” she said again. “Right that’s it” mum said leaving the room. Shortly she came back with something behind her back, it was two ball gags! One blue and one red!. “Now you’ve done it” I said staring at Leesha. “LET ME mmmpppphhhhh!” Leesha said cut off by the gag getting put into her mouth. Mum tightened it up, and now my girl could barely make a sound. “Don’t think you’re not getting one” she walked over to me. I tried my hardest to not open my mouth but I soon gave in. She tightened it, and I let out a quite mmmmmpppppgggghhhh. Mum got back to work on the tape, and about 5 minutes Leesha wriggling body was covered with tape up to her neck!. Mum said “Now its your turn!”. I shook my head as fast a I could but I was totally bound and couldn’t put up much of a fight…. 10 minutes later I was taped the same as my girl, and mum rolled us next to each other on the bed. 

“Ill be back in say 4 or 5 hours ok?” mum said!. We both mmmmppphhh’d as loud as we could and tried to move but we were totally immobile. I figured this is what a caterpillar or a worm must fell like. “I don’t suppose you’ll be going any ware for some time so have fun!!!” She left the unit and left. 

There Leesha and I were, in our light snow gear, hand and ankle cuffed tied in sleeping bags and covered in tape. We struggled to move and eventually we rolled onto our side and looked at each other. It amazing how much you can “say” to someone with just face expressions. We managed to “agree” that we were totally caught, and were would be like this for a long time. 

Sure enough after an eternity ( 4 or 5 hours we think ) mum and dad came back. Sure enough dad found out when mum showed us to him. “Haha nice one honey” is all he had to say. Dad went to bed and later mum came back into our room. It was dark and we weren’t very tired – we didn’t struggle for long since we realized there would be no point… “You two must be uncomfortable …” she said. We nodded and she untapped us. We could now move a LITTLE bit. “Ill take the gags off if you two are quite and don’t complain ok???” She walked over to me and released the gag – but kept it close to my mouth encase I did complain. Sure enough I managed to yell “DAMN YOU mmmuuuuummppppphhhhhhh” and she quickly readjusted the gag on me. We both started to struggle and mmmppphhh as loud as we could, not that it did anything really. “Well then I think I might leave you lot like this all night then”. We continued to mmpphhhh loudly in our gags! “Well then! I’m going to bed, have a nice night” she said to us sarcastically. 

Still immobile and unable to slide (or slither you might call it lol) anywhere I rolled sideways over to Leesha and I tried as hard as I could to talk through the gag to Leesha. She sighed after relising that there was no way she would understand what I was saying. And she rolled onto here back. I did the same and kept squirming, determined to get out…. No chance….

The next morning mum came in a said “Lets try this again, ill take the gags off and let you go now as long as you don’t yell”. We knew what was best for us so we kept quite. We really were thirsty and needed to pee, after all we were tied for about 14 hours straight!

When mum told us to take the sleeping bags to the car, Leesha over heard and told her “No I think well leave them in our room for a while” I knew what she meant by that :’) and I think mum did two – over the rest of our stay me and Leesha used the bags in many different games. One game we decided to climb into the sleeping bags uncuffed and just close the top ourselves, we got that far until mum came in and used the rest of the rolls of tape to tie us TOGETHER! Then she came into the room with the gags and Leesha uttered “Deja Vu…….”

Great holidays!!! And opinions or comments?

One such mistake at the end of the second paragraph:

"with our hands and wrists still cuff’d"

should be:

"with our hands and ankles still cuff’d"

They cancelled, the event her parents were going to is NEXT wednesday now! So, I'll have to wait another week before fnding out if she's still into it!

RE: female handgagging wish

The first and probably most important thing is to find a female. As you did not specify species I assume you wish for a human female. Any other form of animal life simply would not do, I guess.

That being done you might then ask the appropriate subject if she would kindly hand gag you. She might just do that just to keep you quiet or call you a bloody loon and a few other unmentionables and make a hasty exit. You just never know.

When they had found me, they took the bandanna out of my mouth long enough to find out what we were doing, then they had retied me much tighter than I had tied myself and stuffed a double wad of handkerchiefs in my mouth before slipping the bandanna back between my lips. Marching me upstairs, they tossed me on the bed next to Tiffany and tied my knees and ankles. And so there we were.

Tim let Tiffany out of the hog-tie and helped her sit up on the side of the bed. He loosened the knot at the back of her head and let the bandanna hang around her neck, then plucked out the wadded handkerchiefs. She took in a deep breath, then turned and glared at me. “What’d you let them get you for?!” she demanded, to which I replied with a muffled grunt.

Tim laughed. “So this was your idea, Tiff?”

Tiffany blushed. “Yeah, I guess it was.”

“You actually wanted Simon to tie you and your friend up?”

She shrugged. “Sure, is that okay?”

“Just as long as you’re sure you wanted it.” He grinned at his friend Rob. “Okay, Tiffany. This is what we’re going to do. When Jennifer comes in downstairs, you’re going to call her up, okay? But nothing funny, or you will really regret it. We’re only going to keep you tied up for a little while, unless you make trouble for us.”

Tiffany thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement. I grunted furiously into my gag. Why wasn’t I being given the chance to agree, or participate for that matter! It was my night to baby-sit, after all! Tim stood up and rummaged around in one of my drawers, pulling out a couple of old ski masks I had forgotten about. He pulled one over his head, then folded the front up as he tossed the other one to Rob. Then we heard the kitchen door open and Jennifer calling out, “Hey! Where are you?”

Tim nodded at Rob, who sat down on the bed beside my sister, then he looked at Tiffany. Tiffany swallowed hard and called back as cheerily as possible, “I’m upstairs, Jenn! Come on up!”

Rob clamped his hand roughly down over Tiffany’s mouth and picked up the handkerchiefs that had been her gag. She opened her mouth willingly and took the enormous wad back into her mouth, grunting only slightly as he tightened the knotted bandanna between her lips. He also pulled the blindfold back over her eyes, then moved quickly to the other side of the door. They pulled their ski masks down and waited. A moment later, Jennifer appeared in the door way and saw us.

“Oh my god!” she screamed, frozen in place as she stared at my sister, and then me. “Oh my god! What happened!” She took a step into the room. “What’s going onnnnmmmmmmppphhhhh!” Tim grabbed her from behind, catching her question in his hand and forcing it back down her throat. She flailed her arms wildly, her brown eyes wide as she tried to get away from him, but Rob grabbed her wrists and pulled them together in front of her. She whimpered in protest as he lashed her hands together with rope.

“Just cooperate, and everything will be alright,” I heard my brother hiss against her ear. He pulled her down with him onto the floor, forcing her to sit with her legs out in front of her. Rob quickly tied her ankles, then pulled her arms down around her knees and tied her hands to her feet. Tim had pulled out a big red bandanna, which he wadded in his left hand and brought quickly to her mouth as he released her. She stupidly opened her mouth to scream and strangled on the gag as he crammed it in. A moment later, he had another bandanna tied around her mouth, and a third across her eyes. And then they stood up to survey their handiwork.

All of us were tightly tied and securely gagged, and I felt a little sorry for Jennifer, who was clearly terrified by all this. I don’t know if she had ever been tied up or not, but she had certainly never been around when we were playing. I looked up at Tim, who had pulled his stocking mask off, and he smiled back at me. “Well, Simon. We’ll leave you three to get loose. If I don’t see you in twenty minutes, I’ll be back up.” Of course, I already knew that I would have to wait until he came back up, because none of us were going to get ourselves free.
 

It was a saturday afternoon when i went over to my g/f house. Her name was Kristal and she was a brunette probably around 5'4 and was very athletic. Her dad owned a museum and had many artifacts in thier basement. 

I am a boy about 5'7 black hair and athletic as well. Anyway continuing on the story. When i arrived, she told me her parnts had gone out and they had just gotten some new stocks. This was no surprise and by the way, there hadn't been any bondage or tickling together (yet). 

Surprisingly, she told me to try it and after much coaxing (which i led her to believe on my part) i "reluctantly" got into the stocks. Now this was the kind that held your head, arms and legs. Well she locked it and i could barely move. She asked me how i felt and as i was a bout to answer, she stuffed two wet handkerchiefs in my mouth. She placed about 10 strips of ductape all over my lower face. 

At this time, she proceded to tie my big toes to the sides and tape my fingers to the board (which by the way is somehwat uncomfortable) By this time i couldn't move when she took of my shoes nad socks. I started mmmmpppphing but almost nothing came out. Suddenly, her parents cam e home and i thought oh boy are WE in trouble. How wrong of me..

ill continue it soon...
 

plzz post comments if you liked it so i noe if i shoudl continue....

and by the way, for those of you that are picky, this story is part fictional and true. 

i realized that i made a mistake a little too late...
 

Kristal took of my shoes and sokcs before she tied my toes to the sides of the board

DUHHHHHHHH
 

ill continue as soon as i get a few comments

As the game was over we discussed what to do with the girls. None of us wanted to free them just yet. Instead we decided to let them try to free each other. Jenny was
untied from the chair, still with her hands and feet tied. She was carried into the house and placed on the floor of the large room. Her blindfold was replaced and she was
gagged again. One of the guys tied her feet up to her hands, leaving just a few inches of rope between them. We got Sandra from the other room and tied her the same way.
The two bound girls were told they had one hour to free themselves. As they started we sat down in the sofa and some chairs to watch. 

Jenny and Sandra started to wiggle and twist on the floor, shouting behind their gags. They turned sideways, back to back and tried to untie each others hands. After heavy struggling Jenny finally freed Sandra’s hands and she could eventually help Jenny. Both girls expressed very bad language as they told us what they thought about being
tickled, but we simply said that as they had joined the game, they had to take it… They promised an awful revenge the next time we played, but that’s another story. 

so when i left off, the parents had just gotten home an di was helpless...

"What happened?" asked her mom
"were just playing around" answered Kristal
"Are you ok ryan?" her mom asked me
"MMMMMMMPpppppppppphhh"which was barely audible
"So what are you planning to do to him Kristal" asked her mom
"not sure yet" 
then her dad suddenly said "WHy dont we tickle him?"

My eyes got so big since i am very ticklish...
i started mmmphing like crazy but kristal just looked at me and said oh you poor baby, are you ticklish?

Kristal and her mom statred to take a foot each and gently dragged a fingernail acroos it. i started to struggle but it was no use. I coulndt move anything. It was still bearable, that is until her dad started tickling my ribs. i started to laugh violently in my gag and but there was barely any sound coming out. my face started to get red and then Kristal and her mom kicked it up a notch. I was in torture hell. it was beyond enjoyable for me and there was nothing i could do about it. i was in tears in less than 10 minutes. of course, they didnt stop. She later told me that it was only 15 min but i felt like i had been tickled for 2 hours and was about to pass out when they stoped. They gave me a rest before Kristal spoke up.
 

"I read in a history book somewhere that they had a tecnique to make tickling really bad torture. "

to this day i still dont believe her...

she grabbed a feather from her closet and told her mom to get ready. she then grabbed my nose and pinched it shut. I couldn't breathed at all. after aobut ten seconds her mom started tickling me..trust me this is torture beyond reason...after about 30 sec they stoopped and let me catch my breathe. they did it about 20 times before they finally stopped and i was crying and almost purple in the face (again told by kristal). they left me there for another hour before letting me go. i instantly fell asleep on the couch the second i got out..
 

THis was a great day and i can tell you this was only the beggining of our tickling together.
 
 

Well if you guys want me to post agian just leave a few comments on how you liked it.

Thanks
 
 
 
 
 

so when i left off, the parents had just gotten home an di was helpless...

"What happened?" asked her mom
"were just playing around" answered Kristal
"Are you ok ryan?" her mom asked me
"MMMMMMMPpppppppppphhh"which was barely audible
"So what are you planning to do to him Kristal" asked her mom
"not sure yet" 
then her dad suddenly said "WHy dont we tickle him?"

My eyes got so big since i am very ticklish...
i started mmmphing like crazy but kristal just looked at me and said oh you poor baby, are you ticklish?

Kristal and her mom statred to take a foot each and gently dragged a fingernail acroos it. i started to struggle but it was no use. I coulndt move anything. It was still bearable, that is until her dad started tickling my ribs. i started to laugh violently in my gag and but there was barely any sound coming out. my face started to get red and then Kristal and her mom kicked it up a notch. I was in torture hell. it was beyond enjoyable for me and there was nothing i could do about it. i was in tears in less than 10 minutes. of course, they didnt stop. She later told me that it was only 15 min but i felt like i had been tickled for 2 hours and was about to pass out when they stoped. They gave me a rest before Kristal spoke up.
 

"I read in a history book somewhere that they had a tecnique to make tickling really bad torture. "

to this day i still dont believe her...

she grabbed a feather from her closet and told her mom to get ready. she then grabbed my nose and pinched it shut. I couldn't breathed at all. after aobut ten seconds her mom started tickling me..trust me this is torture beyond reason...after about 30 sec they stoopped and let me catch my breathe. they did it about 20 times before they finally stopped and i was crying and almost purple in the face (again told by kristal). they left me there for another hour before letting me go. i instantly fell asleep on the couch the second i got out..
 

THis was a great day and i can tell you this was only the beggining of our tickling together.
 
 

Well if you guys want me to post agian just leave a few comments on how you liked it.

Thanks
 
 
 
 
 

Once as we played, my character (Hayes) had his hands tied behind his back. Trying to be as alike as in the TV-show I wore leather gloves. When the bad guys had finally tied my hands behind me I had only to slip the gloves off to get free. Bummer!

Both to me as to my captors.... 

"On narrow streets, old men lie,
in doorways sleeping.
While working girls,
comb their hair.
See the young men peeping.
Different worlds,
only walk acrosss the street,
different worlds,
you never know what you might meet.
 

Dena was 17 and I was 14 – she was my mother’s best friend’s daughter and my friend since we were babies. We were really close and I looked up to her because she could do anything. She was amazing. I went to her house to study most days because she liked the company and my Mom (she was single and worked late) wanted me to be kept an eye on. Our moms were out of town this day and I’d be staying over. Dena – blonde and muscular and pretty- had decided it was time to kidnap and torture me again – this happened about twice a month, sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for only 15 minutes. 

Dena had grown fond of tying me up, and even though I resisted almost all the time, she had a trump card over me – her black belt in tung su do. She could break a board with her feet, and was a master. 2nd degree, I think. She never used it on me to hurt me – only overpower me. She called me he “kidnap boy.” She would approach me the same way each time; I’d be watching TV and she’d walk in with ropes in her hands and say, “Time to tie you up. Go hard or easy. If you go easy I may show you some mercy!”

Some days I would just roll over and let her tie me up. Others I would run and fight. This was one of those days. As always, she chased me, tripped me, and overpowered me. She tied my hands, dragged me to the futon (a lower couch that suited her sadistic intentions) and then sat on me while tying my feet at the ankles. She was a master with knots – girl scouts. Again, she could do ANYTHING.

Now she sat over me with a mint green lacoste shirt (short-sleeves), green cargo pants, and grey cable knit socks. I was barefoot with a t-shirt and jeans – I hated being barefoot, but whenever Dena tied me up, she always took my shoes off.

So now Dena sat on the futon over her bound hostage and prepared for her favorite series of tortures. 

(I once asked her why she did this. She said, “Why do I tie and torture you? Because it’s so fun and easy! Some day I’ll let you tie me and you’ll see how empowering it is. Plus, honey, you KNOW I’d never hurt you.”)

Now, I was a dead man because I resisted. “You’re all mine once again!” Dena whispered. “I shall show my prisoner no mercy this time!”

“Are you ready for your torture, my sweet little hostage?” Dena purred at me, uncrossing her legs from Indian style and moving her feet to my chest.

“Dena! Please! I can’t move!!!”

She knew that and giggled. “Of course you can’t move! That’s why you’re tied up – you need to hold still for your torture.”

“Dena, please, not this. Please! I hate this! I’m begging you!”

“Ooh, I love it when my little boy begs me. Too bad! I tied you up and I can’t waste it! I have to torture you! Here come the feet!” And with that she prepared for her favorite torture – her socked foot over my mouth. She would do it for 5 minutes at a time, often tickling me and teasing me too.

“NO!!!”

“Hmm, left or right foot? My socks aren’t too smelly today. At least, not to me,” Dena taunted and lowered her right foot onto my mouth. “Don’t worry, darling. In 5 minutes I’ll change feet. Why don’t you try and scream into the sole of my foot a little. I know you love that – it helps you pass the time! Here, I’ll give you a reason. I’ll tickle you!”

Dena reached down and dug her fingers into my ribs while he foot stayed on my mouth. I screamed like a banshee into her socked foot. Nothing came out, and she pressed her foot ever so gently down on my mouth to hold me there.

“Tickle tickle, little hostage. Ohh, my baby boy is sooooo ticklish. And remember, you bite my feet and I punish you juuuust a little bit more!”

I knew what this meant. This meant she took her socks off and gagged me with her bare feet!

“You have no choice, little boy, but to lie there all tied up and take it. I won’t stop tickling you until I’m sure you’ve had enough! And my foot is just sooo comfy over your little mouth right now. I looooove gagging you with my feet. How humiliating!”

After 5 minutes she stopped and took her foot off my mouth. I was almost in tears.

“Time for the left the left foot,” Dena announced, and planted the socked foot on my lips again. She then grabbed my bound feet and brought them, bent at the knees, to her lap.

“Hee hee hee. I shall now tickle you feet”

I screamed “NOOOOO” into her foot.

“That’s it. Let me hear you try and scream. Here come the tickle birds. SCREAM, boy!” And Dena tickled the soles of my feet without mercy, her foot planted on my mouth the whole time. My eyes were bulging as I looked at her helpless, pleading.

“What are you looking at, little boy? Say hello to my right foot again!” and she planted her right foot over my eyes. I was now essentially blindfolded and gagged with her feet.

“I could just tickle you all say, you silly little rabbit. And maybe I will,” Dena teased, stroking her fingers between my toes. “Maybe some day I’ll let you tie me up. But until then, you are my kidnap boy. Forever and always. Oooh, sorry, does that tickle? Huh? Huh? Does that tickle? Hee hee hee.”

Finally, she stopped tickling me and took her feet off my face. But I would be tied up for a while.

“I’m not untying you for a looooong while. So get used to it, darling,” Dena said with a laugh. “Now come here and sit with your best friend.” She grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up to the futon, sitting me next to her, half-in her lap. “Don’t you dare resist me or I’ll tickle you some more!”

I spent the next hour sitting next to her on the couch watching TV, bound hand and foot still, while she cuddled me and occasionally tickled me. “You’re so ticklish,” she squealed. “Such a ticklish little boy. I could just tickle you to death!”

Alas, she didn’t, and I was eventually untied. But just before she did, Dena got up to her feet, pushed me down so I was lying on the futon, and said, “A little something to remember me by, until the next time I tie you up.” And forced her right foot over my mouth again. These socks weren’t that clean and smelled a little, but I had no choice. Finally, Dena took her foot off my mouth and untied me.

“Next time I tie you up I’ll show you some mercy, OK?”

“Does there have to be a next time?” I asked.

Dena crouched down next to me, untying the last rope from my feet, and giggled hard. “Until you can fight me off, honey bun, there will ALWAYS be a next time. I can’t help myself. I’m just a girl who loves to tie you up!”

THE END

Let me know your thoughts.
 

PS can I have another story about a girl who's been in a straitjacket.

This nite she came over in tight jeans and white sweater with everything showing. On sight, my parents asked Adele why she was so dressed up. She indicated that she had a hot date later that evening.

My parents were on there way out the door and looked at me and said to behave for Adele and that she would be nice to me.

Unbeknowst to my parents, Adele had a big bag in her car. As soon ass my parents left, she told me to sit down and she would be back in a couple of minutes. Actually, it wa only seconds.

Adele started off as usual sitting with me in the living room and watched her favorite tv shows while talking to me. She would ask m e generic things like how was school and did I meet any exciting girls.

I started to tell her about one girl that I liked in school named Carla. Then I reversed it and asked her how her life was. "Boring' she replied. 

By this time a cop show, TJ Hooker was on and this was one of the many episodes where Heather Locknair gets kidnapped. My eyes were glued tot he tv. Seeing the beautiful Locknair as a damsel in distress, bound and gagged really excited me and Adele noticed.

"You like seeing tied up girls?" asked Adele. Feeling a little silly I at first tried to deny it and said I was only watching the show because Adele had turned it on. Adele looked at my crotch and noticed that something else was also turned on!

"Let's play a game shall we?" said Adele and of course I was excited but said after TJ Hooker was over.

"You can watch this while we play." said Adele and then Adele grabbed her bag and started to pull out ropes, tape, several bandana's and more rope.

I asked politely what that was for and Adele just smiled.

Adele went into the ajoining room and pulled over a straight chair and asked, no told me to sit on it. 

"Why?" I innocently asked. 
 

"Ever been tied up before?" No I responded and was a more than just a little scared not knowing what Adele had in mind.

"Relax, we're going to have some fun." 

"I don't want to be tied up. I'm scared" I shouted back.

"How long have you known me little Larry" "Don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't want to be tied up...except.."

"Except what" replied Adele.

"To prove that I can trust you, you have to let me tie you up first."

"Interesting!" replied Adele probably thinking this little scared and shy kid would be an easy play. "Okay you can tie me up first. I'll walk you through it...show you the ropes so to speak."

Adele sat down with her back to the chair and immediately her bust stuck out. I was beginning to get excited.

"Here I'll put my hands behind my back and you try to tie them as tight as you can." said Adele.

Grabbing the rope I gently ran the rope over her wrists and timidly asking if that was too tight. Adele just laughed and said "Too tight, the ropes are falling off me."
Then she laughed even louder and I was starting to get mad.

Unbeknowst to Adele, I had learned to tie by a buddy who was in the Cub Scouts. I quickly fastened the ropes and suddenly the loose ropes where not so loose anymore. Adele jumped and then said, "Well you're learning."

"Learning??? I'll fix her I thought." I turned to the tv and say how Locknear had been tied and started to do the same to Adele. I pulled the ropes over her waist solidly securing her tot he chair and making her arms immobile. Then I grabbed somemore rope and strted tying Adele's feet together and then to the chair, pulling it tightly. Then I grabbed more rope and tied it around Adele's thighs securing them to the chair top and then up and around her waist, just under and then over her bust which cause them to stick out even more.

"Hey, you learned pretty fast." Testing her bonds Adele was totally helpless and at my mercy. "Okay. My turn now. Untie me" said Adele.

"Not so fast. We're just getting started." I fired back.

"Hey, what happened to that shy and scared kid." yelled Adele. "Untie me now" Her vocie was getting louder and louder.

I pulled out the duct tape and then looked at Adele. Her eyes got very big.

"Sorry Adele, You are getting just too loud so I'm going to have to gag you."

"Gag me! No frickin way. You're the one who is supposed to me mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppppppppppphhhh."

I looked at Adele smiling and said, "I guess you can say I broke out of my shell."

llkkkhellmmmpphhh which I translated to me an "Like Hell."

"So you thought I was shy and scared eh." "How does it feel to be tricked by a smart 9 year old.?"

mmmletmmmmmmeeegoooommmphhh. 

"No I'm not letting you go yet. My parents won't be home for hours and I am going to enjoy this."

I glanced over at the tv and noticed that TJ Hooker had come to the rescue of officer Sheridan (Locknear). Adele looked over too and started nodding her.

"Am I your TJ Hooker officer Sheridan."

Adele nodded up and down.

"Well, not yet." "I'm going to make myself a sandwich would you like one?" "Ooops, that right you can't talk right now and can hardly eat with a gag over your mouth."

"I'll be back."
 

one of my friends, my best friend actually had just met a girl, she was about 5'7, thin, shoulder leingth hair brown with blond streaks. Very cute in my opinion. She was half Korean half Sweed (i know, i know - wierd combo. well it made one hot girl) Anyway, she, unlike her boyfriend worked and was planning on them getting a place, but she was getting kicked out of her apartment and the b/f was living with his mom in section 8 housing, so she couldnt go there. As soon as I met her, he pitched the idea of her moving in with me until he could get a job and move out while she saved money. I ws making enough to support the both of us and I liked her right of the bat so I agreed - (never, EVER do what I did! Regardless of what ends up happening). So we begin living together and becoming close friends. He takes his sweet time getting work and this means she lives with me a little longer, no biggie. One night we were hyper for some reason and we were wrestling around. She wasnt strong but was very persistant and would start screwing with me when I would let her up. This went on for a while, she would instigate a fight, I would wrestle her down, she would cry for mercy, I would let her up, she would then kick me being the bully she really would be if she had the muscle. She is wearing a baggy t-shirt, and underwear. She was barefoot to my delight, and wrestling her was making me feel a bit guilty cause this was my best friends girl and I was EXTREMELY... well you probably know how I was feeling.

After a while more of this I started to think, screw him, his own fault and that let loose the evil repressed inner child who liked tying up pretty young girls. I told her if she didnt stop, I would hogtie her and tickle her till' she peed. she said I couldnt do that, she would beat me down, so that was all, that was a dare. So I says, ok, i'll be back. I went to my room and gathers 2 strips of clothsline and my red hanky. when I returned she was hiding, not very well. pLus she was giggling and it was obvious she was LOVING this. So I played along, and searched, then I lunged at her from across the room and grabbed her by her wrists. I pinned her down on the couch and told her this was her last chance, she said @#%! you, i'll tie you up! 

That was just funny, since my adrenaline was through the roof right now. A freekin' swat team couldnt have tied me up then. So I flipped her around and pinned her hands behind her back. She was saying things like: what are you going to do with me when i'm tied up? Are you gonna keep me? are you gonna ransom me off to b/f? Yeah, right. b/f dosent have enough money to do laundry, I think I'll be keeping you. Once I got those wrists tied, I was in absolute heaven. She looked great. I messed up that night kids, I fell in love with my best friends girlfriend. My own fault, I'm stupid. Anyway, back to story. She sat on my couch with her hands tied behind her and looked as tempting as crack to a crackhead. She made comments that I should probably leave out of this, lets just say she admited she like it. She told me I should consider becoming a kidnapper. I told her I wasnt done yet, those feet are still free, and shes dangerous with those feet. I grabbed her ankle and tickled her foot a bit, she hates being tickled. I told her she had cute feet, she told me I was a strange boy, I then got off that subject real quick. I put her feet together and tied her slender ankles together, real tight. I then gagged her with my red bandanna and stood back and admired my work. She was so perfect. I wish I had a camera. For about an hour I kept her prisoner and tickled her feet and ribs. Then I untied her and she swore she was done messing around, i said ok, then SMACK, right in the back of my head...

Yes, this was love, and it really hurt. 

Coming back from the kitchen with a sandwich and a glass of cream soda (for myself), I set the food down and went into my bookbag. Pulled out some cryons, magic markers and then went upsatairs into my Mom's bedroom and pulled out some of her lipstick, makeup and some other things.

I then came down and sat right beside Adele.

"Now it's time to have some real fun." I proudly exclaimed.

Adele just mmmpphhed through her tape gag wondering what in the world I was up to.

"I'll be right back. Don't go away." I said laughing as I spoke. Looking back I could see Adele's piercing eyes going right through me. If looks could kill....well you know the answer to that one.

"Let's play cowboys and Indians." I said wearing my cowboy hat and holding a indian head dress in one hand. "Youll be the Indian." and I placed the head dress over Adele's beautiful dirty blonde locks.

"Wait a minute. Indians have to have their faces painted right." Adele nodded her head rapidly side to side signaling a no.

"Yeah, Indians have their faces made up so I'll make up yours."

Adele motioned with her face and started myymmpphing that
she wanted her gag removed. Thinking she might be in trouble, I reluctantly complied. Surprisingly Adele just asked me to get her a drink of anything. Her tape gag was soaked and she was drenched. So I figure why not. She was my prisoner, but a buddy.

As I went into the kitchen Adele started to scream HELP--HEP-HELP!!!

Running back in, I realized that Adele had tricked me just to get me away so she could summon help. We lived in a half double and walls were paper thin. Neighbors next door could easily hear her so I ran back in grabbed 2 bandana's, put one over her mouth while putting the other one over the first bandana and tied it behind her head. Nice bright red color against Adele's beautiful face and dirty blonde hair really seemed to acentuate this beautiful damsel.

"Nice try I said. But not good enough."

I leaned over and grabbed some of my Mom's makeup. First I grabbed a tube of red lipstick and started to color Adele's face. "You make a nice Indian. I'll call you Adele-lahantos." I jokingly said.

Adele was struggling violently and mmmppphing like crazy. mmmnoooooooooooooommpph.

"Yes"--was my reply. "DON'T STRUGGLE TOO MUCH YOU MIGHT HURT YOURSELF." I warned.

I then grabbed some rouge and some magic markers.
 

Mmmnnnooooodoontdoitmmmpphhh.

Red, grey, yellow, black. I was no artist and no Indian designed but boy was I h aving fun.

Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. It was my Uncle Billy. I had to think fast so went upstairs to get a blanket. I then put the blanket over Adele to hide the ropes. I then put another bandana over Adele's mouth and nose more or less hiding the gag.

My Uncle Billy asked what was going on. We're just playing Cowboys and Indians I retorted.

"ARE you okay." My Uncle Billy asked Adele. "Of course she is" I replied. She is just a little embarrassed. I conned her into playing with me. We weren't expecting any company. Mom and Dad went out and won't be home for awhile.

"Tell your Mom (his sister) that I stopped by and I'll be back tomorrow." Then looking over at Adele said; "Have fun and thanks for entertaining my nephew. He is pretty shy and needs someone to have clean fun with." 

Adele politely nodded. Uncle Billy had no clue!

I looked at the clock and realized that it was getting a little late so figured I'd better finish up.

I got more of Mom's makeup and just started putting it all over Adele's face. Adele wa getting more than just a little upset and tried to protest.

"You're too uptight. Need to lighten up." I took off Adele's shoes and then her panty hose. She knew what was coming next.

I looked at Adele and shouted 'Why did you yell oout loud like that. You know this is a half double and the walls are paper thin. You want to get my parents mad at me."

Adele just mmmpppphhhed and strained trying to break free. Her eyes were telling me that she was very upset by all this. Then all of a sudden I heard KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. "Hey what the hell is going on in there."

It was my next door neighbor! Ut ooh!

Fortunately my parents had french doors between the living room and the entrance way. I closed the french doors closing off sight to the living room and the tied Adele. I shouted back in my meekish 9 year old voice; "Who the heck is it!"

"This is Stan from next door. You know darn well who I am. I heard a scream. What is going on in there. Is your Mom all right"

I responded, "No the TV is on. I was watching TJ Hooker. What you heard was a actor on tv screaming. Sorry I had it on so loud."

"Not so fast" was the reply. That didn't sound like a tv. It sounded real." 

I went back in to the living room and turned the tv up. TJ Hooker was still on. Fortunately at this point, Officer Sheridan had been released, ran to a window and stanrted yelling "HELP, HELP, HELP" to fellow officers who were outside.

"See, I told you it was on tv. Sorry I had the volume up so loud. I won't do that again Mr. Slavich."

"Okay Louie. Try to keep the noise down. My wife has been ill. Good night."

"Good night Mr. Slavich." I responded. And then thought to myself, Phew! That was close.

I went back in to see how Adele was. Still tied securely and still struggling to get free to no avail. I now went back to her feet which were clearly exposed as I had taken off her shoes and panty hose. I looked up and smiled and said. "Now, where were we before that interruption? Oh, first of all, why scream like that. You see you almost got me into trouble. Now you are going to pay for that." And I PUT my 2 center fingers on Adele's right foot. Then the phone rang.

So I went to answer the phone and it was my Mom. 'How is everything going honey."

"Just fine Mom. What's up"

"Put Adele on. I need to talk with her" fired back my Mom.

"Well she's a little tied up right now (pun intended)Can I take a message."

"Tied up! Doing what! She is supposed to be watching you. Where is she? Put her on right now. She better not have left you alone Louie."

"No Mom. Adele is here. We were playing a game and she is putting some things away. She has been with me all night and been a lot of fun. We really bonded well. I like her Mom and hope that you'll have her watch me again so we can play this game again."

"Well glad to hear that you are having fun and especially glad that Adele stayed with you. What kind of game did you guys play."

"Cowboys and Indians. Except with a special twist. It was a lot of fun."

"Put Adele on. I need to speak with her."

"I told you, she is tied up, er, detained right now."

"That's okay. I'll wait."

Oh shoot. I thought to myself. What am I going to do now!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!
TODAY AT 11:00AM EASTERN A FAN OF CANUCKS DIED TODAY. HIS NAME WAS SCOTT BERELIEN. HIS E-MAIL WAS SCOTTIEB88@AOL.COM AND SCOTTIEB444@AOL.COM SOME MAY KNOW HIM FROM THE ARCHIVES. THREE WEEKS AGO HE WAS SHOT. TODAY HE DIED OF BLOOD LOSS. THE DOCTORS DID ALL THEY COULD AND THOUGHT HE'D LIVE BUT HE DIDN'T. PLEZ TAKE THE TIME TO REMEMBER HIM BY POSTING UR FEELINGS OR A POST OF SLIENCE (LIKE ....) THANKS AND HE IS IN GODS HANDS AND IN OUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS.
-RPGGENIUS

(how do you know this by the way? just wondering)

I stayed in there guest room, and got thirsty after a while. By the way, she has an 11 year old brother, his name is Mike, and he too had about 6 or 7 buds over. Anyway, I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

I got it, and started heading back up stairs. I was walking down the hall, when I was attacked. They tackled me, and then dragged me into Mike's room. I was then picked up and placed on the bed. I said, "What the Hell?""Silence, Prisoner," said Mike. He and I were semi-friends, but not that good of them. "Mike, let me go!" "No," all his friends laughed. "Let's get him boys!!!"

They attacked me with rope. I was completely bound by the stiff uncomforatable rope. I said, "Your Crazy, Michael!!!" "Eat My Socks." He replied. He took 3 pairs of his soccer socks, and tried to force one sock in my mouth, I wouldn't open my mouth. Then, his best firiend, Drake, said, I know a way to make him open up, and he pinched my nose as I was inhaling, I instinctivley opened my mouth, and was gagged. They then tied the matching sock around my face to secure the gag. Then, they took one of the other pairs, and blindfolded me. They all laughed, and I felt hopeless. Then, they all went to sleep, except Mike. He woke up Drake, and the strongest of them, Carl. They all lifted me, and put me in what I think was some sort of chest. Then, they filled it with blankets, pairs of tube socks, u name it, anything warm and not easy to move around in, they left one hole for breathing.

I spent the night in that chest.

The next morning, I was removed out of the chest, and was told I was still a prisoner. But, they said I would have to play manhunt with them, or else they would tell everyone they knew, including Michelle, my girlfriend. SO, I played with them.

They played a weird way, whoever got captured, was brought by force to the teams base, gagged and bound to a chair, while guarded. I was first to be caught naturally. They all looked for me.

After about 3 hours of waiting, I was told everyone had to go home. My mom came to pick me up.

But, before I left, Mike whispered in my ear, "You are always my prisoner, I kidnap u once, and u are always my prisoner. Then, he did the strangest thing, he seased my arm, which made me fall, and it landed on his leg, betwent the ankle and shin. The only thing there was his sock, and he pushed it toward my had, then laughed, and went back upstairs.

It was strange.

I had seen some of scotts posts and was impressed. What kind of area do live in that people get shot? The death of a young person is always a tragedy. No time to live and be on his own to mould his own personality. I consider people on the site family and its always tough to loose a member ofthe family. 

anyway sorry for the loss.

First of all, it has clear sexual content, and the Policy rules says that it should be suitable for all audiences. Would completely undressing a girl, and other things (which I won't address) plus the whipping be suitable for all audiences? Is it considered fun games? Remember,this forum is to post stories that indicate childhood or teenhood fun without explicit sexual or pornographic content. You're story is obscene, and pornographic. Now I'm not challenging you're right to write such stories, but Canuck's website is not the place for it to be posted at. If you want to, try to post in in some bondage websites that permits this sort of stories, but please, do not contaminate this website by your story.

Second, these forum is about stories that are supposedly true, not fiction or made up. If you want to post something fictious, then please make the effort to make it realistic and believable. Many had said that many stories here are not true, but at least they make their stories comply with the rules and make them believable and realistic, and just fun. You're story was clearly invented, or copied from another story, and clearly not true. 

You should have read the stories here, or at least read the archives to find out what kind of stories should be posted here. Your story will be deleted by Canuck if he still monitors these page. Now, next time you post, please post something that conforms to the rules of this forum.

Well, thats about it, now, enjoy the story. 

One day, after I just woke up and took a shower and all, My friend, Brock calls, he says 

"Hey, Meet me iat my house in 15 minuets, I'll explin then." 

I thought, what the Hell? So I went to his house, sure enough, he was right there, he came up to me, and said, 

"I called my cousin last night, you know, Sam, yeah, he told me to go to the park to meet him this afternoon at 12, I dont wanna go alone, will you go with me?" 
"Sure," I told him, "Why Not?" 
"Thanks" he said. 

We started walking down to the park, when we got to a place where there were trees nearby, but it was also clear. We saw a few kids there, all varying ages 11-15ish. There were about 7 of them. 

We got to them, when an older kid came up to us and said, "Ah, Brock, ggod to see you, and... who is this?" 

"This is my freind, Scott, he said. 

I nodded, the kid, Sam, glared at me. "Well, we're gonna play afew of our favorite games, each with a twist..." 

We joined the group, Then Sam said, "We are to play Red-Rover, for those of you who Don't know how to play our version, this is how it goes, 'We play under regular terms, but for a few exceptions, when someone breaks through, they pick one from the two to break through, then the, one they choose is a prisoner of the other teams, if one from your team breaks through, they have a choice, either take a prisoer, or free one of their own.' Is that clear?" 

I nodded, so did Brock, "Alright, team captins, are Martin and I, I choose first I pick, Aaron, your turn, Steve,..... untill, finally, I was the last guy standing. "Fine, come with me," Martin said. They had us lined up I was next to Brock and a kid named Steve. 

Sam called out, Red-Rover, Red-Rover, send Danny right over," He Broke through, then Martin called, " Red Rover, Red Rover, send, Aaron right over, Aaron was Sams right hand man. Sam whispered into his ear, he nodded, and came straight for brock and I, broke through, and took me to the prion pit, there he kept a tight grip on me, him sitting down on the ground, Same as me. An hour later, the game ended. 

Then we played a game like Hide-And-Seek, but, with teams, There was a base... Anyway, A little kid named Todd, got stuck in a tree during this, and I went up to get him because the rest were afraid, or, cautious. I climbed the tree and got him with not so much as a scratch. I gained everyone's respect except, Sam and Aaron, so then we played Man Hunt, Partner style. I was paired with Brock, and we split up for a little while to find people and scout around, we were only going to for a few minuets. I went through the woods, and was jumped. Aaron and Sam jumped out from behind a tree, they grabbed me quickly I started yelling help, they pulled me into a clearing where Sam opened a bag and got duct tape and a pair of large socks, bigger and thicker than the ones he was wearing. He stuffed the pair in my mouth and taped it to secure. Then he taped my arms to my sides, and they ran out of the woods to run me into Sams house, right next to the park. 

They ran me into his room, and locked the door, they werre really into bondage, and stuff. He had many things at his house, anyway, Sam said "You stole my cousin, and it really pisses me off." Then, they stuck a dirty sock right on my nose and I fainted.... 
 

What next? To Be Continued.

Scott 
USA 

He takes A big coil of rope out and starts tieing me up, he tied my hands together, then my ankles together, then he took duct tape and rolled it aroun my chest and arms, and then around my legs and shins, then he tells me "Try to get out, my feet are getting cold, so he goes upstairs to put on socks and shoes. When he came back down, I had made no progress. He came back down and said, "This will be funny." He takes me by the armpits and drags me up the starirs in his room, me yellaing at him the whle time. Then he puts me in his closet shut the door and locks it. I keep yelling. HE opens the door again and says "Shut Up" "Make Me" I yell back.---- silence---- "FIne I will" HE said, he pulled his shoes off, and stucked both of his socks in my mouth, they weren't completely dirty, they were just a little warm. Then he takes the tape and runs it around my head 10 times. I was gagged, bound and under lock. Then I heard him call someone..... 

Who did he call, See what happens... 

To Be continued.

Scott 
ScottieB444@yahoo.com 
USA 

Then, he said, "Fine, I will have to regag you, so he took some Violet sports socks and tried to force them in my mouth, so he pinched my nose, and I opened my mouth and he shot the whole pair in, then, he put all of his socks in a laudry basket, dirty and clean, dirty on bottom, clean on top, and pushed me intoo it. Then he slid me into the closet and locked it. 

Aftermath: He let me go, the following day, but got me under captivity many more times. I will post them and name it under, The Series.

Scott 
ScottieB444@yahoo.com 
USA 

Brok was really bored one day. He had planswith me, we were supposed to hang out, but I couldn't after all. He thougt, Why does he have to be so busy? I wish there was a way for just a little while. Then it hit him. 

He had to think of a way to work it though. His plan was to play a game with more rules. What is a game that would tie in? Tag? Hide- and- seek? Redlight Greenlight? NO. One game could though, Redrover. 

He started by making a contract of 18 pages. Then he made the list of people who would play. Everything was set. He called eveyone to meet at his side yard to play. 

Chapter 2- The Game 

When we all got there, he expalined we would play "Extreme Red Rover". It was me, and a group of about 9 others, plus Brok. 

We played for about 10 minuets when my tram called "Redrover, Redrover. Send Brok right on over." 

This was the moment he had waited for. He charged right for me and our freind Chris. He jumped up so high that his shins with high socks rolled down, on our wrists. We broke away. 

Brok said, "Ok Scott, your coming with me." And he dragged me to his team. I would have walked, but he dragged me anyway. 

As sonn as we got to the other team side, Brok pulled aside to 8 year olds. 

"Go and get the duffel bag on my bed in my room." He said. "It has some duct tape, some rope, and a lot of pairs of socks." 

"Ok" they said. They ran off. 

5 minuets later they came back. We played for about 5 minuets when the other team called, "Redorover, Redrover, Send Scott right in over." 

"HOLD IT!!!!" Brok yelled. "Chris, read page... 16, second to the last paragraph out of the contract." 

"Any single person may resign at anytime." 

"Right," Brok said, "Thats exactly what I'm gonna do." 

They all said "Oh Man! Why?" 

"Thats not all" He said, "Chris, Read page 17, second paragraph." 

"Any person the resigner takes to put on his team and they are still on his team, with out any people at all that they brought over, is the person who brought them over's prisoner for fine days." 

Blank Faces on everyone 

Brok said "In other words. Scott is my prisoner for five days. Get him Aaron." I groaned, but didn't have much time to do it, because, Aaron, the biggest of us, pinned me to the ground. 

Brok ordered Aaron to gag me with socks and duct tape. Then tie my feet together with rope. Then he duct taped my hand around Brok's shin. Brok dragged me and Aaron spotted him, holding on to my feet. 
 

Scott 
if u want it, post and ask for it 
USA 
 

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Wednesday, June 4th 2003 - 10:05:46 PM
Planned Out: Part 2- Gagged and Bound 
Chapter 3- Kidnapped and Imprisoned 
They carried me into Broks room, and set me on the bed. Then put me in a chair and tied me to it. Brok dismissed Aaron. 

"Well, Scott. What am I gonna do now." 

"MMMMMMPPPPHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHHH" 
Interperitation 
: Why are you doing this to me. Please let me go: 

"I dont know what you said," He said," But, since your parents are on vacation, we should call your Aunt and tell her your staying here." I'll be right back. 

When he was gone I tried to free myself, but I couldn't. 

Je came back and saw me on the floor. Set me back up, tied my feet tighter, and hands. Then untied me from the chair. Then he Hogtied me. 

"Brok!!" His Mom Called 

"Yes, Mom?" He called while pulling me into his clean sock basket and burying me. 

Then she came in. "I'm, running to the store, be back in a few, o and if ur gonna have someone over play in the clubhouse, not inside." 

"Fine" he said. And she left. 

Chapter 4- In the tree house 

We went to the tree house. I went in a wagon, gagged and bound. When we got out there, he tickled me, or at least tried, I'm not that ticklish. Then it was night. He went to get two sleeping bags. As soon as I was in mine I fell asleep. 

The next morning- Brok fed me. He gagged me inbetween chews. Then he told me. 

"Listen, It's no fun for either of us, being locked up here. We are gonna go do things, but you are gonna stay by me. I will have the duffel bag at all times." 

"MMMPPH" I said 

Interperation 

:Fine: 

First we went to the Fair in town. I thought about, and decided to run away. I was beating him, but I ran right into a pole and got knocked out. 

When I woke up, I was gagged and bound in the clubhouse. 

Brok said, "I can't trust you, but we are still going to do things. I again will have the duffel bag, but this time, we will be joined at the ankle with one of my thick socks. 

"MMMPPPH" I said 

:Fine: 

Chapter 4- Getting along 

The plan worked. We once went into an empty bathroom, where he had to gag me, and hold me while our freinds passed by, but that was it. 
To Be Continued

Scott 
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USA 
 

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Thursday, June 5th 2003 - 10:20:05 PM
Planned Out Part 3: Re-Kidnapped, Then Again 
Chapter 1. 
We woke up to a new day. Although I was still Broks prisoner, we were getting along like usual. We were still bound together when we went out that day we went to the carnival. When we were on our way to his house, we took the shortcut, and had to pass through a group of our enemmies "terrtory". There leaders were Carl and Tom. Carl was my age, Tom was Brok's. We went under a big tree, when out of the tree, a net came. We were trapped then hoisted up into a tree house. 

"Well well well" Said a farmiliar voice, it belonged to Tom." It looks like we have a small batch of prisoners." 

"And not just any prisoners. Brok and Scott." Said Carl. 

"O great," Brok said. Then we were blindfolded, gagged, and bound. Then Carried. It was 5 people to carrying 1 of us. We were brought to Tom's house. 

That night, we were stashed, gagged and bound, in 2 laundry baskets right next to each other. Under Tom's bed. There were so many Dirty Socks and stuff, it was gross. we both decided, in our secret code, just for this kinda occasion, to escape. 

We escaped. I somehow got seperated from Brok outside. I being a clutz, tripped. Just then Tom realized we were gone. He had 5 people sleeping over. He found out when checking on us. 

I fell right on my knee, and it hurt like a mofo. I layed there holding it. Brok was Long Gone. Then the farmiliar voice of Tom came to me breifly. Then they put me in a big cloth sack that reminded me of a sock both in fell, and smell. I had nowhere to go. I was kidnapped by actual hostiles. 

To BE Continued.

Scott 

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. 
 

Scottie 
ScottieB88@aol.com 
USA 

1st of all- did u see his death? are u sure they aren't tricking you?

2nd of all- you are going overboard

and 3rd of all, all you are doing is wasting space on the current page.

SO PLEASE GIVE IT A REST!!!!

Did you have any other adventures in camp besides that one ?

E-L
P.S. I am long time lurker, first time poster. (IMHO the board is about community, not formating)-let the mod decide 

Now my Mom was on the phone and asking to speak to my pretty captive.

Adele unable to speak or show her mouth was smiling like crazy through her eyes when she overheard me talking with my Mom and realized that Mom wanted to speak with the Adele.

"She's tied up, er, detained right now Mom."

"Well tell her to stop what she is doing and get on this phone, I need to speak with her right away."

Since I didn't have enough time to untie Adele I merely went to Adele told her Mom wanted to speak to her and then with my hand covering the mouthpiece of the telephone, told, no begged her not to tell my Mom what I had done and that I would let her do anything to me she wanted to.

"Louis James, where is ADELE!" shouted Mom through the telephone. "What is taking you so darn long."

Adele still gagged nodded that a yes.

I cautiously removed her gag and then the first bandana that I had placed in her mouth. Adele moved her jaw around and then from being gagged so long squekily said "Hello MRS. Marino. Sorry I took so long to get to the phone."

With the phone held next to Adele's ear I couldn't hear my Mom at all. Suddenly Adele laughed and said "all right I'll take care of it."

Next Adele said, "Quick untie me. Your parents are on their way home and they have something they want me to do. They will be home within 10 minutes."

I had used a lot of rope to tie Adele up. I couldn't do it alone so figureed if I untied her hands first, Adele could help me untie her.

So I quickly untied Adele's hands behind her back. She looked at me and said "Well!" "Well what." I shouted back.

"How about the ropes around my arms and bust. My hands may be loose but I still can't move or help you."

"Okay, so I untied the ropes behind and around her arms." Knowing that my parents would be coming home soon, I was getting more and more nervious by the second."

"Okay, now I can help you."

Between Adele and I working together she was completely loose in only a few minutes.

Adele said she wanted to go to the bathroom first and would be back.

Our closest bathroom was upstairs about 500 feet away. All of a sudden I heard;

"Oh my God what did that little f_ _ _k do to my face?"

I had mixed emotions about what Adele might do to me now that she was loose but felt a little relaxed knowing that my parents would be home any moment.

After about five or ten minutes Adele came down from the bathroom, her face now back to normal, looking vibrant from the scrubbing she had just done to clean all of that makeup and coloring off.

"Hi little Louie." said Adele in a condescending way. I knew I was in trouble and Adele was mad at me but figureed nothing would happen as my parents would be home anytime now.

"You tricked me Louie. That wasn't very nice. And it wasn't nice at all what you did to my face. Cowboys and Indians eh."

"Hey, it was all in fun Adele. You said your life was boring and you were the one who brought the ropes, tape and bandana's."

"Yeah, but I wasn't planning on having them used on me you little half pint. Where did you learn to do that anyway? And what happened to that shy little Louie that I thought I knew?"

"Like I said, I came out of my shell."

LOUIE, where did you learn to tie like that? I couldn't get loose and you are only a little fricking 9 year old. Who taught you how to do that."

"From watching TJ HOOKER and..."

"Like hell. You didn't learn that from watching tv tonite."

NO NOT JUST TONITE. Officer Sheridan gets kidnapped almost every week. And then there is BJ and the Bear, Sheriff Lobo, Knight Rider and."

"And bull. You didn't learn that from watching kid tv shows. Who taugh you to tie like that."

"Okay, it was buddy Richie. He's in the cub scouts."

"Okay, how did he show you."

"Heh, aren't my parents supposed to be coming home pretty soon."

"Don't worry about your parents. Where did you learn to tie like that. How did Buddy show you?"

"Okay one night I was at his house and he tied one of my other buddies Danny on a bet that Danny had made that he could break any knot that Bud could tie. Bud won. I asked him to teach me how to make a tight secure knot."

"And..." said Adele.

"And he tied Danny up again and then let me tie Danny up."

"So that was how you learned. In one try."

"No, Bud's sister Celeste came home, perfect timing. All three of us looked at each other and nodded YES."

"So you tied her up?"

'YEAH! Bud held her hands behind her back while Danny clamped his hand over her mouth so Bud's parents wouldn't hear. I had the ropes and got my first tie up lesson. I loved doing that to Celeste."

Adele smiling said, "Did you enjoy tying me up too."

"Yes" was my instant reply. You are a very pretty lady. My only regret is that you are so much older than me. I would love to have you as my girl friend."

"Wow! Girlfriend. I am your babysitter and almost old enough to be your mother!"

"Yeah, but you are a knockout Adele. Beautiful eyes and skin and cute little nose. And..."

"What were you feeling when I was tied like that?"

"Kind of wierd. I felt these sensations all over and my peanut came up. I never felt anything like that."

"Yeah, and you are only 9 years old. Wait untill you get a little older."

"Hey Adele, didn't you say my parents would be coming home. They should be home by now shouldn't they."

"Actually, little Louie, I lied to you. Your parents will be gone for several more hours and in fact asked me to take you to them. So get your coat and let's go. I'm driving you over to them." 

Somehow, I didn't believe her and wondered why my parents would have me meet them.

"I don't believe that Adele. You are..."

"You are right little Louie. At least partly. Your parents will be gone for at least two more hours and wanted me to stay with you and I FIGURE it's going to be a pleasure.

Adele reached inside her bag with the ropes, bandana's, duck tape and some other things that I didn't notice before.

I started to run but she was too big and too fast. She grabbed me, put me on the couch face down and then forced my hands behind my back. Then she held my hands still by placing her knee on my crisscrossed hands while she started tying me.

I had to wonder what Adele had in store for me and was starting to regret the fun that I had had with her only a short time before.

My best friend, whom I will call Bob, was a Boy Scout. He did everything, went to the fundraisers, went camping, went to all of the meetings, etc.

One night, he called me, and told me he was going on a camping trip that 3 day weekend, and that his troop leader told all the scouts to each bring a friend. He was inviting me.
I got ready, and went with him to the forest they were staying in. Immidiately they all wanted to set up camp. His troop was rather small I'm told, about 12 members, plus all their friends, the troop leaders and chapperones. They were all doing things like unpacking. I went into the woods, and gathered fire wood. They all, except Bob, were pissed about it. They didn't say anything, but they all glared at me.
Then, we all went out fishing, most of them caught 1 each, some didn't catch any, I caught 7 or 8. I later learned that they were all mad at me because, I was schooling these Boy Scouts, when I had no training.
We went back, and put the fish in coolers, and then set up the tents. I set up a tent with ease, and went to help other people with theirs. The third one I did, I accedentally hit my finger with a hammer. I said, rather loudly, "Ouch, Damn It" All I got were dirty looks, the rest of the day. That night, at the camp fire, they cooked almost all of my fish, and we ate. It was silent. I retired early to my tent, which I shared with Bob, and a kid named Dan, and his friend, Bill. Right as I was about to lay down, I heard merry laughter, an acoustic playing, and chanting songs.
I woke up to whispering, Bob, Dan, and Bill were talking. Then, they left the tent, right as I was about to go back to sleep, I was seized. A hand placed firmly on my mouth, I was being carried.
I was carried to the tent that was second only to the counseler, and chapperones. In it, slept the elder of the scouts, but every one who was on that trip, save the counseler and chapperones, was in that tent. I was tied to a stake by some very complex boy scout knots. I said, "Whats the big Idea?" and they duct taped my mouth. I liked my lips until the tape fell off, and I could speak again. That process took but 5 minuets, while they were telling jokes. Then I said, "HELP, Get Me out of here!" they were appauld I got the tape off, the biggest one, named Paul, clamped his hand around my mouth. When Bob, who loves tieing people up, piped up, " I have the perfect thing!" and darted out of the tent, and then in again. "Here," he said, and walked up to me, he had a pair of socks, not just little ankle socks, the big socks! He shoved one in my mouth, and quickly taped it up. I couldn't lick my lips, and I was muffled even more! Then, he tied the other around my head to blindfold me. The whole tent roared with laughter as I struggled to break free.
Just then, the adults came in, and they were all terrified. I on the other hand, was relieved. The Troop leader walked behing the stake I was on, and said, "Impressive, knots, good job." Took some paces toward the entrance of the tent and turned saying, "Goodnight Boys" Everyone, except me, went back to their sleeping tents. Then, the people sleeping in the room I was in, turned out the light, and I was just about to drift off, when, a strong hand took me off the stake, and put me in a sleeping bafg, and zipped it up all the way, I could still breathe, but was very hot.

The next morning, they untied me, We went on a hike, and went home.

I never did anything with the Boy Scouts again.

"Hey do you remember when I tied you up?"

Of course I did, three years ago that happened, and the memory was still fresh in my head.

"Yeah, I remember" I said nervously

"How bout we do that again?" Chris said, but before I could reply, he had attacked me, wrestling me to the ground. Even though I was a bit taller, Chris was much stronger. He placed me in an ankle lock in order for me to tell him where some rope and Duct tape was. I told him in the laundry room. He took me to the laundry room to get the materials, then took me to my room and forced me to lay on my bed with my stomach down. He then tied my hands behind my back and tied my feet together. Bound hand and foot I struggled to twist out of my bonds.

"That hair kinda makes you look like a Jungle boy" Chris said in a amusing manner" Looks like I just captured Tarzan, but its not done yet" and with that, he took another piece of rope and tied together my hands and feet , putting me into a hogtie, he then gagged me with duct tape.
I laid there, trying to speak through my gag and trying to free myself, but I was only making it tighter.

"I'll give you something to squirm about", Chris said and with that, he started running his fingers on the bare soles of my feet, making me anxious all the more. I looked at the clock and realized that there was still two hours left until Chris had to go, However a feeling of dread was not there, but one of great enjoyment.

Ill tell you how the rest of our time went later. 
 
 
 
 

I can only say I feel sorry for you and hope for your speedy recovery. Good luck with your board, if noone else will post I'm sure Jerry Falwell and his buddies will;)

Then Adele went after my legs. I tried to kick out but to no avail. She had me.

Then she pulled my shoes and socks off. Smelling my socks she said "Phew--you've had these on all day long?" I said yes. If I had known that I was going to be kidnapped I would have dressed more apporiately."

"Still making wise cracks are you? We'll see about that!"

Adele then proceeded to stuff my own sock in my mouth and then went about my feet. 

"You had fun tickling my feet didn't you--you little doart.?"

"Well now it's my turn."

Adele gently ran her fingers under my feet and then started to tickle me unmercilously. I thought I was going to peee my pants.

From my feet ADELE went to my upper body, in particular the usual sensitive areas of a young kid like under the arms, the sides of the waist and so on. I started gagging so Adele promptly pulled the sock out of my mouth and asked me if I was okay. SO ROUGH AND SO CARING! What a gal.

I told her that the odor was working on me and said please don't put that sock back in my mouth.

"Okay", said Adele. "Remember this?" Pulling out the bandana that I used to gag her with.

"Uh huh." was my reluctant reply. I had a feeling that I knew what was coming next.

"OPEN UP Little Louie and say Awwwww!"

I tightened my mouth and shook my head side to side in a no motion.

Adele went after my feet again and as soon as I started laughing she popped the bandana in my mouth. I could taste the saliva from when she had it in her mouth and had to admit it tasted good. Certaintly a big improvement from my dirty socks.

Then she went back to tickling me; my feet, the sides of my waist, under the arms. I was laughing pretty hard and Adele got concerned that I might swallow the loose gag that she placed inmy mouth. Took it out and properly replaced it with a peice of duct tape.

"There that should keep you quiet and still be safe."

She tickled and tickled me for what seemed forever.

Then Adele picked me up and moved me over to the chair. She grabbed somemore rope tying me to the chair around my waist and going straight up to my chest. Then she got more rope and tied my legs, upper thighs and going down to my knees, calves and ankles.

Adele pulled the tape off my mouth and asked me if I needed a drink. She was reinacting everything I had done to her only she made it much worse.

AFTER ACKNOWLEDGING THAT I was thirsty, Adele started to go into the kitchen, then turned around and said "Oops", grabbed the bandana and put it over my mouth.

"Don't want you getting the neighbors all riled up. Stan may come back and seeing me will really be curous. What, you want to say something?"

Adele then pulled the bandana down only long enough for me to start to speak and quickly replaced it reinforced with her hand and said; "Nah. I like you with your mouth shut."

Adele got a drink of cream soda (my favorite) and brought it right beside me.

"You want a drink, little Louie." Adele sarcastically asked.

I nodded up and down with a YES!

"Nah, I think you can wait. AFTER all you just had a nice drink a short while ago while I was drenched." Ummmmm. This is good (she drank my cream soda right in front of me)
Love to give you some but, how did you put that, kinda hard to drink anything with a gag in your mouth."

"UMMM. This cream soda is great. Think I'll get another."

Adele came back with yet another glass of my cream soda and just sat in front of me smiling and enjoying this whole thing.

"You know if you were ten years older, we could really get it on little Louie. You are a cute kid and will be a handsome man someday. Too bad there is such an age difference."

She was really teasing me. Even as a 9 year old my hormones were riled and on fire.

Then ADELE said, we're almost finished. She then reached for the crayons, magic markers, makeup, coloring etc and said "guess what Louie. Time to play Cowboys and Indians and this time you get to be the little indian."

All I could think of was "Oh no!"

My thirteen year old sister Tiffany lay on the bed beside me, tied just like I was, and gagged. She stared at my with enormous blue eyes, obviously amused by my predicament. And on the floor sat her friend Jennifer, who had been the unwitting victim of a prank turned terribly wrong. We had intended for her to find me tied up downstairs (loosely by my own hand) and then rush upstairs to find Tiffany tied up. I was supposed to free myself and then tie Jennifer up. Only Tim and Rob had come home unexpectedly. They discovered me tied up in the kitchen and decided to join our little game, which is how I came to be tied up upstairs. They had waited for Jennifer, made my sister lure her upstairs, and then grabbed her as she came through the door.

Jennifer had been truly terrified, first at the sight of us tied and gagged, then at being grabbed from behind by two masked men and quickly bound. It had taken her a few minutes to realize it was just a prank, and now she sat on the floor, knees drawn up to her chest, hands and feet tied together, blindfolded and gagged, waiting for one of us to get free, or for my brother to come back. I had more hope in the latter than in the former.

I finally gave up struggling and waited, alternately watching the clock and then my sister, who was not even trying to escape. She just continued watching me with that bemused expression in her eyes. This had been her idea, and I wondered how she felt about it now. It seemed like forever, but finally, my brother came back in the room and approached the bed. Sitting down beside Tiffany, he reached up to slide the bandanna from between her lips and pull the handkerchiefs out of her mouth. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “Thanks, Tim.”

“Well, are you satisfied?” he asked, looking first at Jennifer, then at me. “Is this what you wanted me to do?”

I didn’t understand what he was talking about, and then Tiffany replied, “Yeah, this was it exactly. Thanks for getting here so quick!”

“A minute later and it wouldn’t have worked.” Tim laughed as he turned Tiffany over on her stomach and began to untie her. She winked at me with a wide bright smile.

“Sorry, Simon. But I couldn’t resist getting you too!”

I replied through the gag, and though it was jumbled and muted, she got the point.

Tim looked over at me. “I think I’ll let you untie him when you want to, sis. But I’d leave that gag in his mouth for as long as possible to keep him from saying such nasty things.” They both laughed, and then Tim knelt to undo Jennifer’s blindfold and gag. 

She was glaring, and as she spat the wadded bandanna out of her mouth, she practically screamed, “I can’t believe you did this to me!” She was talking to my sister, who had not really had much to do with it, except the initial idea, of course. “I can’t believe…”

“Oh, come on Jennifer! Tell me you were scared! Tell me you at least had a little fun, anyway!”

“Oh, I was scared, alright!” She pulled her hands out of the ropes Tim and loosened, and he stood up quickly.

“Well, you can do the rest. Simon,” he grinned at me, “I’ll see you later. Bye, Tiff.”

“Bye, Tim,” Tiffany smiled as she knelt to help untie Jennifer’s feet.

They got up and stood next to the bed, staring down at me.

“So this is what your brother likes to do to you?” Jennifer asked, still staring at me.

“Yeah, he’s been tying me up since I was a little kid. And Tim too.”

“I wish I had brothers. No one ever wanted to tie me up.”

I did, I thought. But of course I couldn’t say it. Tiffany laughed. “Yeah, well, it’s okay and all. And sometimes you even get to tie them up. Like Simon here.”

I struggled furiously with my bonds and swore into the gag.

“Oh, Simon, be a good boy. I’ll untie you in a little bit. But first, we’re going to go get some coke and ice cream. See you later!” They ignored my protests, turning out the light to leave me in the dark while they got themselves a snack.

As soon as they were gone, I really began to roll around, fighting the ropes around my wrists and legs. I jerked my head from side to side, struggling as hard as I could. To my surprise, the bandanna around my mouth suddenly came loose, and I spat the wadded handkerchiefs out onto the bed. Gasping for breath, I rolled onto my back and lifted my legs up in the air, determined to get loose before they came back. With a little effort, I was able to slide my skinny hips through the hoop of my arm and lift my hands up the length of my legs. Using my teeth on the ropes, I was free in a minute, and not a moment too soon. I heard Tiffany and Jennifer coming back.

The door opened and a finger flicked on the light, and I grabbed the first body I saw, wrapping one arm around her, pinning her arms to her sides as I clapped my other hand over her mouth. It was Tiffany.

Jennifer screamed instinctively, then stared curiously at me holding Tiffany tightly against me. Tiffany giggled beneath my hand, and I said, “Alright, Jennifer. Unless you want something really bad to happen to Tiffany here, you will do exactly as I say. Got it?”

Jennifer hesitated, but Tiffany implored her with a series of grunts. Rolling her eyes resignedly, Jennifer said, “Okay, what do I do?”

“Sit down on the floor and put your hands behind your back,” I said, and when she had done so, I let Tiffany go. “Now, you’re going to tie up your little friend here. And you’d better do it good.”

Tiffany looked over her shoulder at me and said, “Got any tape?”

I was startled for a moment, but then I snapped out of it and retrieved my back pack with the roll of silver duct tape in it. Tossing it to her, I watched amazed as she ripped a strip loose and knelt behind her friend, wrapping it around Jennifer’s wrists. Then she moved up and wrapped it around Jennifer’s arms and chest, above and below the small swell of her breasts. Still concentrating hard on her job, she moved around front and taped Jennifer’s knees, then her ankles. Then she looked around and grabbed the bandanna that had come out of Jennifer’s mouth.

“Open wide,” she commanded, and she stuffed the bandanna all the way into Jennifer’s mouth, then she ripped off a piece of tape and plastered it over Jennifer’s lips. A second strip covered the top half of the first, and a third covered the bottom. A fourth strip over the middle finished the tape that stretched from nose to chin and from ear to ear.

“That’s really wicked, Tiff,” I said, grabbing her arms from behind and pulling them together behind her back. She grinned widely, looking over her shoulder at me. “I guess that’s what you want done to yourself.”

“I guess so,” she smiled. Moments later, I had her hands and legs taped the same way she had taped Jennifer, including the tape wrapped around her bosom, which I wasn’t all that comfortable doing. Finally, I grabbed up a couple of handkerchiefs and thrust them into her mouth before taping her mouth completely up. Then I sat back to survey my handiwork. At last, Tiffany and Jennifer were my captives, and I was still babysitter for another three hours!
 

Adele removed my gag and quickly covered my mouth with her hand and told me to stay quiet reminding me of the the thin walls in my parents double house. She was concerned about leaving me gagged too long for breathing purposes and after all I was only a 9 year old back then. Now, it would be a different story I'm sure as it is with females that I play tie up games with.

Adele removed her hand and siad that she had been a good sport about it and that I should too. I nodded my head and verbally agreed but reminded her that I am only a kid.

'Don't worry, I'll be easy on you."

"Really?" I replied.

"No not really."

Adele untied my feet and legs and grabbed me pulling me off the chair.

"Let's go upstairs."

I didn't have much choice. Even untied, Adele was older and stronger than me. A 9 year old would be no match.

Adele checked my hands and noticed they were turning red.

"Why didn't you tell me this was happening Louie?"

"To be honest Adele, I am enjoying it too much! Besides, I thought this was normal."

"It's not normal to have your circulation cut off you little fool!"

Adele quickly untied my hands, discarding the ropes but replacing them with a silk scarf.

"How does that feel?" asked Adele.

"Comfy, for being tied up by a beautiful woman."

"Will you stop that! You're going to be dangerous when you get older."

Adele took some lipstick from her case and then went into the bathroom in the master bedroom and borrowed some of Mom's makeup.

"Okay little Indian, here we go."

First Adele started to part my hair to the sides to look like a Indian. Then she started applying different shades of makeup to my cheeks and right over m y eyebrows. She started to put white coloring on each side of my face. She was making me out to be war Indian.

I just sat there patiently and calmly, literally enjoying the treatment. I really dug Adele. She was very beautiful. Even as a 9 year old, I could appreciate this beauty and felt fortunate that my parents got her to babysit for me. I was even more grateful that Adele was so playful with me, a 9 year old.

Adele turned me around to show me how I looked from my reflection in the mirror.

"Like a Indian Warrior." I thought.

Adele then told me she was going to play another tieup game with me. 

"Interested?" She asked.

"Are you crazy! Of course I am interested."

Adele took me into my bedroom. Now I was really curious.

"Don't get your imagination into overdrive. It's nothing like that."

"Here's the deal. You get loose and you get to tie me up again. Want to play?"

"I get to tie you up again? And your asking me if I want to play? Absolutely!"

"Okay, but remember you have to get loose."

"How are your hands?"

"Okay." I responded. They could have been gangrene and I would have said okay.

"First I'll untie you and give your hands a break. Go rub them and if You have to use the bathroom, better go now. It's going to be a long time."

"I don't know about that." was my response. I think I can break loose. Your the one that better get ready for a long night. In fact I should go first just like before."

"No. Last one tied is the first one to get tied in the new game. If you get loose and I can't get loose, you get to retie me and call the third tie up game."

"Fair enough. Let me go to the bathroom." I said while rubbing my slightly sore hands.

"Hurry up. Remember, you have to get loose and then tie me up and do that before your parents get home."

"I'll be back in a jiffy."
 

This incident happened to me about one and a half years ago during a field trip to an asylum. We were required to stay overnight in the asylum. But there were no adults there that night for supervision. There were only 3 of us sleeping in the lower basement level while the rest of the class slept on the second story. The three were Cody, Jamie and Myself.

The Asylum was fairly big however the basement level was fairly small, the used to keep all the old straitjackets and restraining equipment there. It was about 10 at night and everybody else was asleep when Cody, Jamie and I went exploring around the basement. That’s when we came to an old restraining room, it said so on the door. The sign read “Restraining Room Dc-916” we pushed open the door and we were greeted with a spray of musty air in our faces.

“Wow this stuff is so cool” Jamie said as he went over to check out the restraining equipment in the corner, he stumbled upon a straitjacket, he dusted it off and held it up proudly saying “Hey let’s get someone into this and see if he can escape!”

But no one wanted to do it, so we drew lots and it fell to me, I reluctantly let them strap me into it, it was anything but comfortable, it was rather itchy but snug and very tight. Before I started to struggle and escape they decided to put a rubber hood on me with two eye and nose holes cut out. Then they slapped leg cuffs on me and then Jamie (being the bigger stronger guy 14, 6’0”) picked me up as Cody stretched the mouth of my green sleeping bag below my legs. Then they pulled it up to my neck and pulled the drawstring on tight and tied it up. Then Cody cut a hole in the base of the sleeping bag and pulled off my socks and shoes. Then they taped the part of the hood where my mouth was and laid me down on a restraining table with straps and they strapped me in. I began squirming and writhing around but to no avail.

“Dr. Adams? (Adams was Cody’s last name) the patient seems to be stirring, should we conduct the reflexes test?” Jamie said with an evil grin.

“With pleasure Dr. Stevens” Cody replied

Then they both bent down and started tickling my bare exposed feet! I giggled under the gag and squirmed and writhed around to the best of my ability but to no avail. After a while of the torture Jamie’s watch beeped, they were going up for breakfast and then a walk around the outside of the asylum. They stopped tickling me and said bye and then left for the canteen leaving me there struggling I was a dead man…or was I? Just then I heard a shuffling noise…

To Be Continued

Later,
Rach

Silent Simon an Me. 

Thank You!

A shame that girl didn't get to be tied up - it seemed like she was interested.

The day she arrrived we went to a fair, and came back totaly exhausted. We slept like a rock. That morning Emma came into my room and wispered that she had noticed my aunt was snooping on us lots, like she was expecting us to get upto something. 

It was fairly early one night about 7:00 and we were watching some videos. We got out the australian movie crocodile dundee, where they tie up these typical bad guys. I noticed Emma was paying extra close attention to it and i asked her straight out "Want to give it a try" she asked me with a squint in ther eye. Of course i said OK, but she said that i would have to be tied first. Since there was nothing in my room we decided to sneek into the garage and find some rope or tape. After not finding anything we made our way to the kitchen where we found some thick duct tape. Aunt Peta walked in just as i turned around, luckily then the tape was behind me so she couldnt see me holding it. "What are you two after" she said softly. "Just getting a drink thats all" and quickly thinking, Emma grabbed two cans from the refidgerator and we left.

We got back to my room and Emma decided i should be tied first. Now my room was actaully a very long room diveded by a wall which was really just a barricade of old closets next to eachother. Emma said "Put your hand behind your back, you have the right to remain silent" with a cheesy american accent, we both laughed and she tied the tape around my arms probably 10 or more times. Then she tied my ankles, and she layed me down on the bed. She gagged me with a long peice of tape, and then left me while she watched some TV. After 15 minutes she got some scissors and cut the tape off. I was really excited this was fun!. Anyway she demanded to be tied up so i grabbed her arms behind her back and pushed over over on the bed, and tied her wrists and her ankles. She quickly reminded me to gag her extra tight, and i told her that mine was loose, so i put 3 strips on her mouth so she couldnt make a sound. Soon after that I untied her and she agreed it was fun and exciting. I thought we were really onto something that we both enjoyed. I cut the last of the tape off her wrists and then there was a tap on the door and it imeediatly was pushed open...

Imagine what aunt Peta must have though seeing us sitting on the bed with me holding scissors and a huge pile of cut off tape over the bed. "Oh well arnt you two the kinky couple then" she said shaking her head. We kind of thought she was being sarcastic about the whole thing. She left promply and returned with a magazine with bondage pictures in it. "So do you two like this kind of thing?" she asked us, and we had to say "yes!". She snapped back with "You might like it now, but you mightnt like it soon...". We all left my room and talked about it, and then she asked if we wanted her to tie us up. Emma and I nodded enthusiastically, ready to enjoy more of this new found experience. She told us to go and wait in Emmas room (since it had a bigger bed to tie us on). We set of excitedly down the hall, and waited anxiously. 

Aunt Peta came in with a large shopping bag, and poured its contents over the bed next to us. "Now here is what we will use." She said, making it more of a lesson than anything. We saw thick rope, duct tape, 2 ball gags (1 orange 1 red), and two pairs of "cumfy" cuffs (soft non metal ones with velcro strips to secure them to the wrists) and a cuff extender (looks like a belt but made of rubber) that looked like were from a set with the cuffs. Me and Emma looked at aunt Peta with a frown, and she replied calmly "Lots of people do it these days - you would be surprised" she smiled "Take yourselves for example".

She told Emma to lye down while she tied her ankles, and then she did the same to me, covering us with lots of tape until it was VERY tight and hard to move them. Then we were instructed to roll onto our backs, where she put on the cuffs and cliped them together. At fist glance when they came out of the bag it looked like the plastic buckle could be easily undone, or broken. However i didnt notice the small hole in the plastic buckle where a small metal key could lock them. She turned the keys and we were now tied at the hands. Next told us that she needed to keep us "silent" so she took the gags and secured them over our mouths. I looked over to Emma and she seemed as thrilled as i did!

"I will come back after a few shows on TV ok kids?" she said, and left us there on the bed, tied and gagged for good. Surely she returned and saw how we had squired over the bed a fair bit. "Moving around are we - i can fix that" She took the "cuff extender" and held us together while she threaded it around both our ankles and wrists. We tried to tell her that we werent moving around but its really hard to take gagged!!! Now we were facing back to back, she pulled the extender very tight, and our hands became dawn to our ankles. I felt Emma hands touching mine and i realised what my aunt was doing. "I wonder what youd call this - a double hogtie maybe? Anyway kids have fun now!" and then she left us .... for what seemed like an eternity. 

We tried to get out by squeezing the buclkes on the cuffs but she had locked them with the key, we tried to undo the velcro strips on each of our arms - we had to work together but still we couldnt move it, since it was wrapped around our wrists so much. We tried to talk to each other but all we could do was make moaning sounds.

After about four hours she let us out of our "Double hogtie" but instead of releasing us compleatly she left the cuffs, tape and gags on us, and grabbed a blanket and covered us up. "Nighty Night" she said. We could tell she was enjoying this game...

In the morning she released us and it was a race to the toilet and then to breakfast! I think we all had a good night. When aunt Peta joined us at breakfast, she said if we had learnt our lesson about typing up. Emma bounced back with a sarcastic "No!" and i was thinking the same thing. She told us that if we didnt learn our lesson she would do it agian and again. So for the next week, everynight we were tied after dinner until morning, while taped, cuffed, and gagged. 

Over that week she tied us up in many different ways, sometimes together, sometime "spredeagled" to the bed, other hogtied. 

On the last night she tied us up, she said "Since i havent used this gear in a long while i will let you two have it since you find it so fun!". After that she let us tie each other up as much as we wanted, and no need to say we have used it LOTS since then.

This happened to me about 3 weeks ago.

I have an older brother, who is now in college. I am 13, he is 21.

Let me begin the story.

My Brother is tired of staying with bad roomates in dorms, so, he figured he would enter a fraternity. They gave him a seires of essays and had him pass a physical test. He passed all tests, him and 2 other guys. They had to have one final test. They picked assignment out of a hat. One of the guys was to steal a jersey from the football locker room. He succeed, the other guy had 2 take a picture of a naked woman in the woman's bathroom. He suceeded. My brother had to kidnap a younger boy. So, he came home, and called me down from my room. Then, he pushed me into a white van he rented, where his to goonish friends Marc and Mike tied me down and gagged me with tape.

I stayed tied up until we got to the FRAT house, where they all partied.

End of Story 1.

My services won't be required until another 4 smegging weeks time now!

And, in 6 weeks she'll be 13. And then she'll be trusted in the house on her own, meaning I'll be surplus to requirements. Bugger.

So there I was, in a restraining room, straitjacketed, gagged with a rubber hood with two eye and nose holes with duct tape around my mouth, I also had leg cuffs on me, shoved in a sleeping bag tied up to my neck, strapped onto a bench and struggling…Then I heard a noise, A shuffling sound like footsteps, I mmmppphheedd as loud as I could through the gag and attracted the mans attention, he opened the door (he was the caretaker old guy, about 45-50, quite tall and well built)

“Oh my, who did this to you?” he asked 

I mmmpphhheedd through my gag but he couldn’t understand.

“I’ll let you out on one condition, you let me tickle you for half and hour first!”

What could I do? I was helpless to do anything and desperately needed to pee so I decided to let him, I nodded my head and off he went. He slowly dragged his fingernails along the sole of my foot causing me to buckle and scream into my gag, throughout the entire time he was tickling me he was explaining that he was rather obsessed with tickling but never got the chance to tickle anyone but about halfway through he told me that he would help me take revenge on the ones who did this to me…even though I was suffering in tickle hell, I was looking forward to taking revenge on Jamie and Cody. Eventually he stopped and let me out, after visiting the bathroom for about 10minutes we began to plot my revenge on the boys who were due back any minute…

Look, sorry guys, have to leave you hanging I gotta go now, but I’ll be back in about an hour to finish this up…hold on…

The caretaker gave me some great ideas about how to get revenge on Cody and Jamie before I left and gave me a few supplies. Jamie and Cody never knew how I got out of the seemingly inescapable bondage but they were going to payback real soon.

One day when my mom was out of town I decided to put my plans into action, Jamie and Cody thought that I had pretty much forgotten about the asylum incident and that everything was cool between us…how wrong they were. I decided to call them over one by one and tie them up good; I called Jamie first and told him that I wanted to chat with him while having a nice cold shandy. Jamie swung by about 20 minutes later and I deliberately told him that the door was unlocked. I heard him come in and told him to come into the basement. I turned off the lights quite a while ago to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. Just to digress if you stay in the dark for a prolonged period of time you eyes will naturally adjust to the darkness and you would be able to see a little better In the darkness, now I suppose since I’ve done it so much I would have developed a natural sort of ‘night vision’ and can see fairly well in the dark…now, back to the story, as Jamie opened the door obviously he was disoriented as I closed and locked the door behind him, before he could utter a word, I slipped a life vest onto him and strapped him up tight, I then shoved a sock into his mouth and slapped 5 pieces if duct tape onto his mouth. Then I tripped him onto a carpet I had laid out on the floor before he came and he landed perfectly on the side, then I quickly rolled him up in it (the carpet was 12 feet by 4 feet) nice and snug. Then I taped up his shins and ankles with some more duct tape. I propped him up on the side of the wall and secured the carpet with some more duct tape and rope. Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I blindfolded Jamie, threw a sheet over him, rolled him into a corner and went to get the doorbell.

It was Cody, I invited him in and told him to go down into the basement, I followed and quietly locked the door behind me, then I surprised him from behind by slipping a life vest over him and turning off the lights after strapping him in quickly, then I gagged him with a bandana and tripped him onto the floor, I gave him a quick tickle just to disable him while I wrapped his ankles with some duct tape, and worked my way up to his waist. Then I got some more duct tape and started to secure his life vest, I finished off by taping up the last bit of his once visible tee shirt and 3/4 pants. Then I flicked on the lights and brought Jamie out, I put Cody and Jamie back to back and wrapped them up with a net. They were now mummified, back to back totally helpless to the suffering I would impart on them…hey I gotta go now….I’ll finish my story some other time

This next story takes place more recently. It happened last year in my Law & Order class.
It was on the second day of class and the officer was showing us all the equipment that the
police use. Two of the girls, Mandy and Jessica, were messing around with the handcuffs.
Mandy was a short chubby girl about 5’2 with brown hair and blue eyes. Jess was a taller,
more attractive girl. She was about 5’7 with reddish brown hair and an average body with
added curves. Anyway, they were messing around with the handcuffs when suddenly
everyone hears the click from the handcuffs. When we turn around we see that Mandy has
handcuffed Jess. The officer said he wasn’t going to give them the key because they
should’ve known better than to mess around with the cuffs. He game them the key about
15 minutes later. Those are all the stories I have for now until I can create some more
experiences.

School was just about to start, and one Thursday night, my parents let me have Bryan over for a sleep-over. Tying him up wasn’t exactly on my mind, nor was being tied up by him in return, but what did I know? I was only nine. Bryan came over around dinner time and we ate, then hurried up to my room where my parents had let me set up the family Atari (I’m dating myself again) for me and my friend to entertain ourselves with. We loved those old games like Asteroids and Pitfall, and we played them for a long time. That particular night, my parents didn’t even give me a curfew, but after a few hours of Atari, we were bored and ready for something else.

Somehow, we got onto the idea of “pliking”—you know, “You plike you’re a cop, and I’ll plike I’m a robber, and we’ll…” And that’s about exactly how it happened, and the set up was basically his idea. Bryan said, “Okay, I’ll be a guard at this gold vault, and you’ll be this spy trying to steal all the gold.”

“And then what?” I asked innocently, having played similar games with my brother and his friends and wondering exactly where Bryan wanted this to go.

“Well, I don’t know.” He looked around. “You got anything to tie me up with?”

My heart began to race in my chest and I nodded.

“Okay, well, you can tie me up, and then I’ll see if I can get loose and catch you before you get all the gold.”

So that was how we did it. He went out in the hallway to wait while I got ready. All I had was a couple of pieces of rope and a bandanna, but I grabbed them quickly from under my bed and stuck them in my pocket, then waited for him to come in. The door opened, and I grabbed him. I clamped my hand over his mouth from behind and grabbed one of his wrists with my other hand, pulling his arm behind his back. He made a surprised, “Ummmppphhh!” into my hand and put up a slight struggle, but an instant later, I had pulled him down to the floor and was pulling his hands behind his back to tie them. It wasn’t really a very good job at tying because I was so excited about the prospect of being the tier instead of the tie. Usually, I was the victim in the hands of my brother Tim and his friends. Anyway, I managed to cross his wrists and tie them fairly tightly, then I moved down and tied his feet together. To my surprise, he looked back over his shoulder and said, “Now you have to keep me quiet.” 

I obliged by pulling out the bandanna and rolling it into a narrow band. I slipped it between his teeth and tied it tightly at the back of his head, then said, “Okay, now you have to escape.”
 

I do have a story of the one time I was able to tie her up and attempt revenge, and it has somewhat unexpected (or expected, considering how ruthless and tough Dena was) consequences. I will tell it soon.

Dena’s mom and my mom were best friends. She was 3 years older than me and basically an icon in my life. She could do it all – sports, she was beautiful, she was funny, and she genuinely loved me. Like we were brother and sister. Everyone she knew, she made sure I knew and they liked me. We’re still close today, and when I was 14 and she was 17, she was the center of my world. And she knew karate (tung su do – the Chuck Norris kind) like an expert, meaning she could take me whenever she wanted). The catch was she was kinky and very aggressive and loved to tie me up. And, as you recall, she would torture me by gagging me with her socked feet and then tickling me into oblivion. Sometimes she would just tie me, but usually the torture would ensure. I was, as she called me, her “kidnap boy.”

I pestered Dena for a while to finally give me a chance to kidnap her – to tie her up and hold her hostage. We spent most days together after school and I stayed at her house once/twice a week when my Mom worked overnights at the hospital (she was a nurse). I just wanted one chance.

“You couldn’t tie me up if you had detailed instruction how, Jessie,” Dena teased me on the phone one night. My name is Jeff – Dena and only Dena called me Jessie. “You need to overpower someone to tie them up. I can overpower you with ease – you could never overpower me! Even if you tied my hands, I could take you with nothing more than my feet.”

“I just want a chance, Dee. C’mon – we’ve been friends since we were little. Some day we’ll outgrow this weird stuff. You tied me up, I’ll bet, 40 times. At least. You’ve put your smelly socks over my mouth time after time. You’ve tickled me so hard I cried! Don’t I deserve a chance.”

Dena giggled and I figured my pleas were falling on deaf ears. Then she shocked me. “Alright, baby boy. One chance. Poker. Tomorrow night. Are you sleeping over?”

“Yeah, my Mom is working straight through.”

“OK,” Dena said. “Tomorrow night, bring $20. I’ll do the same. First one to clean the other out gets to tie the other one up.”

Dena always won at cards. Again, she was great an EVERYTHING.

“Dena, you always…”

“Yes or no, Jess. This is your only chance. You beat me, I’ll let you tie me up and hold me prisoner all night.”

I thought about it and realized this was my best chance. I told her she had a deal.

She giggled. “OK, hot shot, bring your money and your strength. Because if I win, I won’t just tie you up. I’ll torture you so bad you won’t be able to get the words, “Please” out!”

Tomorrow arrived. Dena’s Mom and Dad were gone for the weekend. I arrived after school and we both got changed. I had jeans on with sneakers, socks, and a concert T-shirt. She wore a tight red t-shirt – kind of like a leotard only it was just a shirt – with sweat pants and dark athletic socks.

Dena collected my money - $20 – and gave me 20 pennies, each valued at a dollar. 

“Here are the rules – no limit on raises,” Dena said. “You can go all-in whenever you want. First one cleaned out becomes a bound hostage. And if it’s you…well, say your prayers. Because you jut might not live through the torture I’ve got planned.”

She dealt the cards. I had a sick feeling – like I’d have her socks over my mouth any second. I was nervous and it showed. She dealt me two 4s and junk. (You get I remember!)

“Check,” I said.

“I bet 4,” she said. “Bet or fold.”

I called it and she asked how many cards I wanted. I said 3. I got the 3rd 4 and nothing. Three of a kind is good, but this was low, and when she took 1, I had the sick feeling I was being played for a fool.

Dena began to laugh evilly. “Oh, Jeffrey, you have no idea how dead you are. You see, because I bet 1st last time, I bet 1st this time. And my hand is pretty great. So I tell you what – if you concede the game right now, I’ll show you mercy. I’ll tie you up only – not torture, no smelly feet, no tickling, no ice cubes on the skin. Deal?”

I wanted to run, but I had to take my chance. “Just bet, Dee. Your trash talk does nothing. You’ll be in just as much trouble as me if you lose.”

“You know I could tie you up at will, right? Watch your mouth.”

“Dee, please bet!”

She looked at me with a sadistic look in her eye, leaned in close, and said to me, “OK. I bet it all. All in! And you, little boy, are dead! I am going to tie you up and make you SUFFER!!!”

I tell you, I came damn close to folding. But where would I be if I did that, folding 3 of a kind? No, I had to see it through. Maybe she only had 2 pair. “Call,” I said, nervous as hell.

Dena smiled a taunting smile. “Hand me those ropes and get ready, babe. Queens over Jacks. Two high pair. Quite a deal for myself, yes?”

I jumped off. “You lose! 3 of a kind! Ha ha! Yessss!!!!!!!! You are mine! I WON! I WON!”

Dena was dumbfounded, but she gave in. “Unbelievable. I NEVER lose!”

Dena had brought ropes, cloth elastic belts, and a roll of duct tape out before we played.

“On your stomach, Dena,” I ordered, getting to my feet. “Oh, am I going to enjoy this.”

“You better not be a sore winner,” Dena said, lying down with her socked feet together and her hands behind her back. “Oh, one thing. I’ve got a competition (karate) on Sunday - I don’t want to hurt my ankles or feet. The ropes are too hard on them. Will you use the belts on my feet, please?”

She was sincere and of course I’d honor her request. I took the ropes and tied Dena’s hands behind her back, and then I tighly fastened the belt around her feet at the ankles. It had a chrome-type buckle that I buckled in back. It was tight. Dena was now bound hand and foot on the floor. The duct tape I didn’t use.

“You are my prisoner, kidnap girl!” I growled.

“Oh my oh my. Why don’t you watch some TV and I’ll just lie here while you enjoy having a hostage for once,” Dena said.

“Watch TV? And blow my one chance? Are you crazy? Hey Dee, are you ticklish?”

“Don’t you dare, Jeffrey! That wasn’t part of the deal!” Dena yelled.

“Deal? You’ve tortured me how many times? Now it’s your turn. I’m going to get you but GOOD!” I yelled back.

And with that I quickly sat on her legs and started to tickle the hell out of her stomach and robs. Dena shrieked.

“Wooooo! Stop it.…hahhahahaha! I’ll kill you!!! I WILL UNTIE MYSELF AND SLOWLY KILL TOU!!! YOU’RE DEAD!!!” Dena screamed. I did this for a minute and she kept up with the threats.

My big chance had now arrived. I took off my sneakers and revealed my sweat socks. “I think I need to keep my little prisoner quiet/ But what with? Oh, I know…”

“No! No! Don’t you dare,” Dena screamed as I got up and she writhed on the floor with her hands and feet bound.

“Sorry, sister – it’s time to shut you up,” I laughed and lowered my foot. But Dena rolled out of the way and quickly rolled across the room. I didn’t realize it, but the momentum had swung. She rolled to the other side of the room and very quickly, although she was tied up, got to her feet.

“Where are you going?” I said. “Come back and accept your punishment!”

“No way,” Dena said, and she literally hopped by me and fell onto the futon. She sat there tied up and I advanced on her.

Big mistake.

Forgetting, perhaps, about the skills Dena possessed with her feet, I moved in to tickle her unguarded. She saw the opening and kicked her bound feet into my midsection. Hard enough to knock the wind out of, although I wasn’t too hurt.

I fell to the ground and Dena pounced on me. I was hurting. Then she jumped off of me and, still bound hand and foot, got to her stomach , reached up her bound hands, and unclipped the belt holding her feet. Her feet were free!

“What was it you were saying, Jess?” Dena asked, standing over me. Before I could get up she sat on top of me at my legs, her back and bound hands facing my face. I tried to get her off but was still a little reeling from the kicks.

“Untie me now!” Dena demanded, and she then started to tickle my stomach with her bound hands. Yes, you heard me right! Her hands were tied behind her back, but Dena was tickle-torturing me anyway. I tried to fight her off my the longer her fingers stayed buried in my ribs, the weaker I got. Mind you, I’m INCREDIBLY ticklish.

“Oh, you won’t untie me? Gee, that’s too bad. Because I can just tickle you to death with my hands tied behind my back” Dena said and kept up the tickling. The whole while sheI panted and couldn’t fight her off. “Untie my hands now, boy!”

“STOP TICKLING ME FIRST!” I screamed.

“OK, but if I don’t feel you untying me, you get worse! You can’t get me off you, and my fingers are in perfect position to tickle you all day!” Dena said.

“Alright alright,” I said, practically in tears and stunned that Dena once again had gotten tge best of me.

Dena stopped tickling me and I reached up and untied her hands. She then jumped up, grabbed me, pinned me to the floor, and grabbed the roll of duct tape.

“You are a dead man!” Dena said. “You think you can torture me! You don’t know what torture is!” And she then very quickly tied my hands in front of me with the duct tape, wrapping it several times. She then turned around, still on top of me, and bound my feet with the duct tape. Good God, what happened?! I was Dena’s prisoner again!”

Dena then got up, looked down at her bound captive, and placed her black-socked foot over my mouth. Just to taunt, I think.

“Remember your favorite foot gag, kidnap boy? Just a little preview!” Dena said. And she then crouched down, raised me off the floor, and flung me over her shoulder, first putting the tape roll around her wrist and the excess rope in her sweat pants pocket. She started walking with bound and over her shoulder upstairs (at the time, I was slim and weighed about 115. She was very, very strong.)

“What are you going to do to me?” I yelled, scared.

“I’m going to tie you to me parents bed, if you must know. It’s a king-size and it gives me more room,” Dena said.

“More room for what?” I asked as we arrived in her parents room and she flopped me on the bed.

Dena quickly climbed on top of me, pinned me, and tied my hands over my head to the headboard with rope. My bound feet, fully stretched out, reach the foot board, so she tied them down to the board with rope and tape.

Dena then started to tickle me. “More room to explore my sadistic urges,” she said, fluttering her fingers in my rib cage. “You are MINE for the whole night, my little kidnap boy. Let’s hear you scream while I tickle you.”

I did scream until she hand gagged me. Then Dena tore off a piece of duct tape and gagged me with it. “Poor baby,” Dena gushed. “Don’t worry. I won’t keep that horrible tape gag on you all night. I’ll replace it with my nice, comfy feet soon enough. But I need to do something first. Wait here!”

Dena hopped to her feet and ran out of the room. I lay on the bed – her bound, gagged, helpless, and scared prisoner. What did she have in store for me?

Well, that’s a story for another time.

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Well, Grant kept tieing me up once or twice a week, and he did it better and better so I could hardly ever get free any more. So I decided that being an escape artist wasn't so easy after all. But I liked it when I was tied up, so I asked him to do it again and again and I also asked some of my friends from school to tie me up when I was at there house. But it was best when Grant tied me up. I asked Dad to tie me up too, but he said he wouldn't do it but it was OK if Grant did it as long as he didn't hurt me. About a year later Dad gave me a pair of handcuffs for Christmas, and that was neat for a while, but they hurt my wrists, so I decided not to use them for a while until I got better at escaping from the rope. I could never get out of them anyway. So that went on for a while. Then last Christmas on Christmas morning Dad and me and Grant got up and there were gifts under the tree. I had a big one from Dad and a smaller one from Grant. They both watched as I opened the big one and took out something made of heavy cloth. It took me a while to figure out that it was a straightjacket. Now you can really practice to be Houdini said Dad. Of course I wanted to put it on right away but Grant said I should open his gift first, so I did. I saw some rope and a few other things in the box and didn't know what they were, so I thanked him and put the box down and asked Dad to help me into the straightjacket. He did, and made it really tight. I was in my jockey shorts and Dad pulled tight the straps that went between my legs. It felt wonderful. Then Grant said asked if I wanted to use his gifts too, and I said I guess so cause I didn't know exactly what they were. First he helped me lay down on the floor and took the rope and tied my legs and pulled them up behind me and tied them to the back of the straightjacket. It felt good. Then he took out the next thing and told me to open my mouth and he put a large black ball in my mouth. It had a small belt though it and he tightened it up behind my neck and I realized it was a gag. By then I had been tied up a lot but never gagged. It was something new for me and felt funny. Finally he put on a blindfold and made it tight. Then they told me to practice escaping because Houdini was famous for his escapes from straightjackets. Of course there was no way I could escape. Grant and Dad opened their gifts and I lay squirming on the floor as happy as I ever was. After a couple of hours Dad said they had to release me because my aunt and uncle and cousins were coming for dinner and they might not understand seeing me all tied up that way. So I put away my gifts and we had dinner and everything.

At night Grant and I went to our room and got ready for bed. I sat on my bed and looked at my straightjacket and held it. Grant asked if I liked it and I said that it was wonderful. It was the best gift I ever got. Then he asked if I would like to be in it again and I got excited and said I would. He asked if I would like to be tied up again like I was in the morning and I said I sure would. He told me to go to the bathroom and said that if he put me in the straight jacket and gag it would be for all night and I said that would be fine. So Grant put me in the straitjacket and then the gag and he tied up my legs like he did before and then the blindfold and I was on my bed and realized that I could hardly move. Grant went to bed and said goodnight, and I made sounds into the gag. For a while it was fun, but after a while I wondered if I had done the right thing. Finally I decided that I wanted to be free, but Grant was asleep and I couldn't wake him. So I spent the night in my straitjacket and gag and blindfold all tied up. In the morning Dad came in to wake us up and found me all tied up. He was really angry and took away my gifts and said we would have to talk about this before I would get them back. He said it was stupid to be tied up all night, and he was angry at Grant and at me. He said it could be dangerous.

Since thenGrant can put me in my straightjacket only when Dad is at home. Once ina while, if all my homework is done, Dad and Grant will put me in the straightjacket and gag and blindfold on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon or even in the morning after breakfast and let me be in it all day and into the evening. I like that best. One time on Sunday I was all tied up in my room when my aunt and uncle dropped in unexpected. They said they had brought us dinner - which they do sometimes and they would stay for a while. Dad said I was out with friends. Grant came in quietly and told me that my aunt and uncle were here and that I had to stay all tied up and gagged and hidden in my room until they left. 

Anyway, getting that straightjacket was the best gift I ever got, and I like it. Dad asked me one day if I really liked being tied up, and I was embarassed, but said that I really did. So now he sometimes puts me in my straightjacket too. But he doesn't think I should let any of my friends tie me up because they might just go away and leave me. Anyway, getting that gift last Christmas was my best Christmas ever.

I hope people will keep writing their stories about being tied up cause I like to read them and they give me ideas. I still hope to be an escape artist some day even though I can't get out of my straightjacket at all.

Grant

I enjoyed both of your stories a great deal, and I look forward to your next one.

Thanks for sharing them.

“Want me to try again?”

He grinned as he stood up and said, “Only if you can escape mine. Lay down.” I did as I was told, flopping over on my stomach and placing my hands dutifully behind my back. He wasted no time tying them together, and it didn’t take me much longer than that to realize that he was serious about this tying up business. He was very good with the ropes. He knotted the rope off, then passed it through one of my belt loops, securing my hands down against my backside before tying it off again. A moment later he had my feet tied as well.

“Ready to start?” he asked me.

“I guess.” I hesitated and looked back over my shoulder at him. “Aren’t you going to gag me?”

He smiled. “Sure, Simon. I just wanted to give you one last chance to talk, because you won’t be doing much talking when I’m through with you. Got any more of these?” He held up the bandanna.

I shook my head in reply, knowing that he probably wanted to stuff my mouth and then bind it. He looked around and finally went over to my drawers, opening the top one where I kept my socks. “Oh, this will do then.” He pulled out a pair of white gym socks and unfolding them, stretching them between his fists. “Do you mind?”

“Mind what?”

“If I use your socks?”

“No, go ahead.” And he did. He wadded up the bandanna I had used to gag him and brought it up against my lips. I tried to turn my head, just for fun, but he followed me, forcing my head back, and my jaw dropped. He forced the bandanna into my mouth, cramming it deep into my throat before he yanked a sock between my lips and tied it tight. The other sock he placed over my eyes as a blindfold, then he stepped back.

“Well, get out of that…if you can. I’ve got to go to the bathroom.”

I grunted in protest, then heard the door click shut as he left me to struggle.