It worked fine, and I arrived at my sister's house about six in the evening. Her husband was there along with about nine friends who I remembered from years ago. It was a happy reunion with stories about things that happened in the past. We remembered our parents and others who had passed on over that time. What I didn't notice right away was the absence of my sister's sons. I assumed they were off with friends or something or at some school activity.

After dinner, as we were relaxing, I needed to use a bathroom, and my sister directed me down a hall. It was somewhat dark, and I turned into the wrong room, found a light switch, and turned it on. I was obviously in the boy's bedroom. There were two beds, one on each side of the room. On each bed was one of my nephews. They were laying there tied spread-eagle, their mouths covered with wraps of black shiny tape. The older boy was wearing only his jockey shorts and the younger boy was in a jockstrap. They looked at me, but didn't make any sound. To say the least I was surprised to find my nephews bound and gagged in their bedroom but they didn't seem to be in distress, so after looking for a few minutes, I turned off the light and went on to the bathroom.

Quietly I said something to my sister about seeing her sons, and she said that I would be coming back early Sunday morning, before my conference started, and having breakfast with them. She would explain what was going on then. I let the matter drop.

I left late Saturday night, but in time to register for my workshops at the hotel. Sunday morning I was back at my sister's house. There were just the five of us, my sister, her husband, and the two boys. The boys were up and very active, glad to see me, and full of questions about my job and what I was doing and all that. Twice while I was talking to them, they got into arguments and once they started hitting each other and shouting. Their father held them apart, and told them to cool it, which they did reluctantly. So I asked about the previous night. 

"Oh, said the older boy, "they tie us up whenever they have company."

My sister's husband explained. The boys had started playing tie-up games some years before, and seemed to like being tied up. Sometimes they argued about who got to be tied up. They argued all the time, and fought frequently. Whenever my sister had company, the boys often embarrassed her and her husband by getting into arguments or fights. Since the boys liked being bound and gagged, they hit on the idea of tying them both up whenever there was company. The boys assured me that they thought it was a great idea. "They find different ways to tie us up," said the younger boy. Last night was my favorite."

I asked if they were always tied up almost naked. 

My brother-in-law explained that clothes sort of get in the way and might make it easier for the boys to escape. They preferred just underwear.

"But he likes his jockstrap," shouted the older boy. "He wears one all the time. You should see his collection of jockstraps."

With that the younger boy shouted, "That's none of your business what I like," and they were off hitting each other again until their father separated them and had them sit on chairs on opposite sides of the room.

"Jerry discovered athletic supporters this year as he has to wear one for gym class. Now I guess he wears one all the time."

The boys said that they were not tied up very often because their parents didn't have company in too much. The older boy said he wished they would have company more so that they could be tied up more.

That ended the discussion about being tied up, and we moved on to other things. 

A week later, I returned on Saturday evening. I had talked to my sister on the phone, and she had suggested that the three of us, her, me and her husband, go to a nice restaurant for dinner. The boys would remain home, she said. They argued so much it was not wise to take them to a restaurant. 

When I arrived at my sister's house, it was quiet. She and my brother-in-law were dressed and waiting for me. A couple of minutes after I arrived, the doorbell rang and a boy who looked a bit older than my nephews - maybe about eighteen - came in. They said he was Tim and he was there to sit with the boys while we were gone. I asked about the boys, and my brother-in-law said they were in the den in front of the television set. I went in to say hello. The boys were laying on the floor, bound, gagged, and hog-tied. 

"We can't leave them any other way while we're gong," said my sister. They get into too much trouble. "Watch them and don't let them lose," she said to Tim. 

"Once the boys managed to free themselves," said their father, and when we got home the sitter was all tied up and the boys were looking at porn on the computer!"

"Don't worry," said Tim. "They'll be just fine." He looked at the boys who were squirming around on the floor, the older one in his white jocke y shorts, the younger one in his jockstrap like the week before.

"None of the sitters will come and sit with the boys except Tim," said my sister. "And he'll only come if they are tied up. The others have had too many really bad experiences. Of course, that was before we started leaving the boys this way. Tim used to play tie up games with them, so he was used to seeing them tied up and he knows their tricks."

With that we went to dinner, and after dinner I headed for the hotel. The next morning I was flying back home. After I arrived, I got a number of e-mails from my nephews saying that they enjoyed seeing me again and to return soon. Then they could be tied up again. They said that their parents have had company only once since I was there, and that they got to spend the whole evening gagged and tied to chairs in the basement. The younger boy said that if I wanted, on my next visit they would be glad to tie me up. And the older boy sent me the URL for this web page. The boys read it all the time, they said

Anyway, I told my girlfriend about my nephews, and showed her their e-mail offer. She said that if I ever wanted to be tied up, she would do a much better job than they could. My girlfriend grew up with two brothers and went on to say that they did tie-up stuff all the time. So Saturday night she did her thing on me. Turned out I spent the entire night trussed up and gagged. I doubt that the things that happened to me happen to my nephews, but I know why they like being tied up so much. I'll have to find another web site to tell my story, if I ever do.

Anyway, I thought you would like to hear about my nephews and their tie-up games.

Arnie

Tere are about 9 of us, split up amongst three families, B and M are brother and sister, and we usualy play at their house. Then, there are Ri and V who are brother and sister, E and K who are brothers and F (me),J and Ry. J is my siter and Ry is my twin brother. The game we usualy play is Manhunt, and always at night.

Well, the teams are usualy M, V, J, and Ri, and then Me, B, Ry, and E, K always changes. And there is something about them that they always when. We think it is their teamwork, and V and M, the two best, refuse to be split apart.

So, Me and B, being sick of losing, hatched up a plan for them to know how it feels. B and Me would be captains, while the usual captains are B and M. I would pick M, and then he would pick Ry, then, I would pick V, and he would pick J, and I would pick E, and he woul pick Ri, then, he would get K. Then, my team would hide first. We would all hide close together, but, after afew minuets, I would become visible, and the other team would take me captive. You might think this sounds crazy, but it works. You see, the rest of my team may try to come to my rescue, but they may not. So, I was bait. I said I would allow B to take me as a captive, as long as he didn't make me bored.
Well, we played the game and all went according to plan.

I made myself known by "tripping" and B told them to look while he took me to base. I am older than B, but I am small for my age, and to tell you the truth, he can take me, easy. He took me roughly to the base at his house on the balcony next to his room. Then he said, "Ok, hang on." then he went into his room and yelled out, "Sit down in the chair." So I did. I sat and waithed, when he came out, before I could react, he tied me to the chair. Then, He laughed at me and said, "This will keep you occupied." "No, B" I said, struggling, "Let Me Go!" I repeated this several times before he finaly went into his room and came out with three pairs of socks. One dark red pair, used for soccer, one deep blue pair used for baseball, and one yellow pair, also used for soccer.

The Rest To B Continued!
 

First, he took the pair of deep blue baseball socks, and unfolded them. He stuffed one into my mouth, and then the other one. Then, he quickly took one of the maroon soccer socks, and secured the gag. Then, he double secured it with the other one. I couldn't even make a peep. Think of it this way, you couldn't even here my MMMMPPPHHHHHs.

Then, he sat down and sighed in a state of boredome, which eventually had him putting the yellow socks over his hands. He began expanding them and playing with them, and then putting his socked hand over my nose, watching me gasp for breath while laughing, then, he tried to tickle me with them, and I am not ticklish.

Eventually, he took off my shoes and ankle socks, and put the yellow sport socks on my feet, then putting my shoes back on. He tinkered with them while I had them on, making them the "perfect size". Rolled down perfectly. Then, he went inside leaving me.

Then Was My Chance!

I undid my bonds after about an hour, and left the ropes there. Then, I took off my gag and left the socks on the seat, and ran like hell.

Then, I went home.

Many things happened with "B" after that, one of them including him and his two goons pulling expnadable socks over there heads and kidnapping me from a public place!

That's Enough for now though.

Can Anyone help Me Please?

What do u do after you have tham as captive?

Greetings

Denis

You can put the roll on a piece of metal or on a pole and put one end of the tape around one hand. Then put your hands behind you and wrap it around and around til the tape is all gone. 

If you're a boy, be sure to take off your shirt first. *Giggle giggle*

Dena was partial to gagging me with her socked-feet, but she HG's me plenty of times. I'll make sure I mention them in the future. Sometime soon I'll finish the story of what happened after she had me bound and gagged on the bed.

But I have to ask - I know folks are busy, but can we get the archives updated? Everything between July and October 13 is inaccessible right now. Will there be an update soon?

Thanks. More Dena stories forthcoming; hopefully this week.

http://www.altsex.org/bdsm/self-bd-2.html

Note: Do not try this if you are a minor or have no prior experience with being tied up by other people. Follow common sense safety rules. 

Getting out is another matter; you'll need wire cutters or similar, do NOT use a knife - the plastic is too hard and slippery. On some ties you can use a toothpick or small screwdriver to pry open the little ratchet lever but it's tricky.

Having had her tied and gagged to a chair, I played Cowboys and Indians with her being the Indian. I had a high ole time painting and coloring her face.

Adele had subsequently tied and gagged me and had some fun in the process. She then suggested a tie up challenge. If I could get loose, I got to tie her up again. If not...then she would have a surprise for me.

As a 9 year old, I wasn't overly clever but tried to smooth talk her into letting me tie her up first. But Adele would hear nothing of it.

She did allow me a break of sorts noticing that my hands were red and suggested that I take a pea break and use the bathroom. She also suggested that I rub my hands because it was going to be a long night for me.

My dad had some bengay in the bathroom cabinet. I had a hunch...well more later. Suffice to say that I rubbed some of it on my wrists.

"Louie, het Little Louie. You didn't chicken out did you." Yelled Adele.

"My wrists are sorer than I thought. Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll be out." I replied.

So I went back to the bedroom where Adele was waiting for me. "If you're too sore, you really don't have to do this you know." (Adele was as sensitive and caring as she was beautiful)

I again assured Adele that I would be fine and a deal was a deal.

"Pretty confidant for a little guy aren't you." said my sexy babysitter.

"Nah. My parents brought me up to be honest and get agreements."

"Honesty and integrity my foot. You really like this tied up stuff don't you."

"Yes I do." was my reply. "I especially enjoyed tying you up and can't wait to get those ropes on you again."

Adele laughed and said "Fat chance." And then she checked my hands.

"Phew, what is that smell? Bengay?"

"Yeah" I replied. "My wrists are sore and this stuff seems to have helped. Anyway, I wouldn't miss out on this opportunity for anything."

"Your sure your okay?"

"Yeah, let's do it."

With that Adele asked me to put my hands behind my back and she started to tie my wrists with her scarf. 

"Does that hurt?" She asked.

"No. The scarf is soft and feel sensous."

"It feels WHAT? Were did you pick up that word you little 9 year old sexpot?"

"TJ Hooker and..."

"BALONEY. Everything is TJ Hooker. Let me guess, it was your boyscout friend?"

"Yeah." I said "He has some books and magazines that she shares with me."

"What kind of books?" asked Adele.

"Well, some are from movies. A magazine called Screen Thrills Illustrated. It has stills from movies of damsels in distress. All tied up and gagged."

"Like you had me downstairs?"

"Yeah, just like that."

"How that word sensuous." asked Adele.

"CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS ALREADY! MY PARENTS WILL BE HOME YOU KNOW!"

"Little Louie. I already told you that they will not be home for quite some time. We have time. Now, how about that word sensuous. Where and how did you pick that up?"

"Okay, he has other books too that he ripped off from his 16 year old brother. Pent something and he says that when his brother looks at these books and magazines he keeps saying .....sen--suos...so sensual...sensuous. That is how I h eard i t."

"Okay Louie, sounds about right. I BELIEVE YOU. How are your wrists?"

"The bengay seems to have helped along with the silk scarf. I'm comfortable."

"You let me know if you have any pain Louie."

With that Adele went down to my feet and started tying them with a piece of rope, over my pants. Then Adele remembered the cowboys and Indian thing. "Got to do your face just like you did mine." Adele jubily said. She couldn't wait.
 

However, every time you have posted, you have posted a double post. (Comment by Canuck - I deleted the double posts) It is okay if you do it once or twice, but (I don't want to be rude) 6-7 times is a bit annoying. So when you post, and want to check that your story has been sent, you might need to reload the page (sometimes twice, or maybe three times) before your post appears.
 
 

So I beg you, please continue sending your great stories, but check once more before you conclude that your post hasn't been sent.

To Silent Simon, I really like your stories, but especially the ones about Tiffany. My favorite story of yours was the short-but-sweet story of the first time you tied her up. Do you have others from that general time period? For that matter, how did she like that one event?

To Kayley, do you plan to post your stories here? You introduced yourself, but we haven't heard from you since. I for one would like to read about your experiences.

It Was 2002 Dec. 20 The vacation just start becasue winter vacation . It Was A Chilly Day When my neiorbours Moved All Of A sudden , they said that they were moving to the west and trying over again. So i thought of it as nothing and went to go shovel my drive-way ----- all of a sudden A girl Came up to me And said. Hi. She was a blonde 5'4 110 lbs very tight ass and nice legs her breasts were noticable and she was sexy. She said she just moved in next door. I laughed and said my neigbours just moved like 5 minutes ago? She was kind confused then smiled and walked back into the house(they just bought) That my neigbours moved out. so i contunied to shovel my drive way until it was completed. I walked back into the house shook my boots off and then my jacket, mittens , hat , and my woollen scarf. O Ya Im aged 16 In Toronto Canada. My Mom Asks me if i need a new scarf , I repley ya make sure its good . The One I was Using Was Getting Old. So my Mom Said She'd Go To the mall and Take a Look Around . So my Mom Gets her Coat And her Woollen Scarf And Leaves To The mall In her BMW . I wave goodbye Then The Same Girl Came Out Of no Were walked right in front of me and said, are you going to Ask me in . I said Sure C'mon IN. She Came in kicked off her boots / Gloves / Hat / And scarf . I was Wonder why this cute girl was in my house so i asked. She Said She was my Neighbours so we should get to know each other . I blushed And Said Well We could get to know each other if you want.So we decided to watch some movies until my mom got back From The mall . I sat Down At The end of the couch then she sat the other side. By the Middle of the movie we were Sitting next to each other . all of a sudden she said she was Cold So I went over to my closet and graped my Faux fur 60'x 80' blanket and gave it to her . then she said what about you. I said i Can handle the cold. Then Snap Back at me and said get in the blanket with me . so i climbed into the blanket with her . (she was soft and warm) So she leaned on me so i put my arm around her to give her more warmth then we start the movie back up. She Said it was nice of me to invite her in for the movie and Such , but then my mom walked in She un did her coat and scarf and walkin into the living room and gasped who/the/whaaat/ Who Is this young lady Eric. I replied Laci, She lives next door so i asked if she could come in. We'll Young Man I bought you some scarfs for you there is 5x of them ok remember to pay me back later tonight.
 

So She Stumbs off into the kitchen and starts to make dinner so me and laci get back together and start back at the movie(Hulk) > My Mom Walks back into the room and said , laci I have talked with your parents and they sai its alright for you to stay for dinner. laci Responds happy And Says Thanks. My mom walks away and Prepares dinner for us . 20-30 minutes later she calls us for dinner....

...................... Dinners over .....................

As We get Back Into The Blanket my Mom Says I have to Go Wash up . So I Go up stairs And Clean my selfup. I didnt hear anytalking between my mom or laci only whispers, So i contiue back down stairs no one here??? All Of a Sudden Some One Pushs me Down On the Floor Face First, Grap's my Wrists and Ties them with a scarf . It was probly my moms new ones she bought for me . So I tryed to Get up then I look up laci And my Mom are holding me Down And Tying me up I try to Get up then I feel a scarf Snugles around my feet Then Tighen I Scream For help , Laci Says gag him. my mom Pulls out a RED) ball gag I Screamed again Then She Puts it in my mouth and Tightens it at the back . I try to scream again nothing but MMMMPPPPMMMMMHHPPPPP I was surprised that I couldnt talk . Then They Tie A Scarf Around my upper body and Then Hogties me . Then Both Get Up And Started To Giggle . I was Pissed. my Mom and some girl I dont even know freaken tied me up . My mom Said its time for some quiet in this house, and to know your new friend a bit more , She Walks Out of The Room. Laci Start To laugh And Kisses my ball gag That was placed in my mouth by my mom . Then She Starts To Kiss My Chest And Arms and Face . I start To fell a hard-on then I try to scream All that comes out is MMMHHHPPPPP !!! She laughs again and pulls my body on the couch and Unties my hogtie then graps the faux-fur blanket and We Snuggle some mroe and watch the movie . After the move is over my mom comes on and said Ok Mr. , Laci is sleeping over in your room So We have to get ready for you . Then they untie me and they leave the room(both of them) they go up stairs and i think whats next on there stupid mind.. So i Turn The T.V on and then my mom calls me I figure , what the heck there going to do nothing to me.(WRONG) The grap me and pull me to my room , my Mom says To Go into The room And lay backside up, so i do. Then my mom starts to Tie my feet To the Bed Boards (bed=Kingsize) i start to freak out then laci ties my one hand to the upper-bed-board and the same the the right. The Both Laugh at me . My mom Said it for laci's protection and she wanted silence from me before 9 pm. She she leaves the room And laci giggles. I Start to Plead with her Then Grabs the ball gag and Tighten it At the back I start To Moan For Some Reason. I get a sexual feeling In side me . She Starts to feel me up and I Moan Louder . She Said the Night Is long And I have To until Morning So You better Try To Moan louder . I Start To get A Hard-on She Laughs And blushs and Said you Enjoy being Restrainten. I tryed to yell for my mom , nothing but MMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPP's she gets on top of my hard Penis and Starts kissing me . We Never Has Sex . But She Smiles At Me And Takes her Pants Off

I YELL MMMMMMMMMHHHHPPPPP i every could....
She Said That your mom is is the basement watching t.v she wont know. So She Pulls My Pants Down Until My Penis Flaps up on my Stomach She Smiles And Start To Kiss me more I MOAN MHHMPMpmPmPmpmpmmMMPm She said u realy enjoy this because i was at max hardness . She Sticks my Penis In Her Cunt And She Also Moans I MOAn so Loud this time that I Start To Cry, She Said That it was ok and i felt Her Ride Me Untill I Cummed , Of Course I used a Condom and She enjoyed every minuted She Then BJ'd Me untill I cummed Again Then she Put her pAnts back on And Went Down Stairs. She returns about 5 minutes later With The Faux-Fur Blanket She Puts it over me and she gets in we both fall asleep with in minutes. That Night We Had Sex Again but no tying Up. I made her scream and Moan Louder then me......

If You Read This Please Post somthing. i have more Stories About me and laci So If you Wanna Hear it Post POST Post

Zephyr.....

This site is for stories without sexual content. If your stories have a sexual part please consider leaving them out of the story or posting the story somewhere else. You will probably get more credit and reaction anyway! 

REMINDS ME OF THE STORY OF THE TWO CARROTS. TWO CARROTS WERE WALKING ACROSS THE STREET AND ONE STEPPED OUT TOO FAR AND GOT RUN DOWN BY A BUS. THE AMBULANCE CAME AND TOOK THE POOR CARROT TO THE HOSPITAL WHILE HIS BUSSDY RODE WITH HIM.

THE DOCTORS TOOK HIM INTO SURGERY WHICH SEEMED TO LAST FOR HOURS. FINALLY, THE DOCTOR CAME OUT AND THE CARROT'S BUDDY FRANTICALLY ASKED "WLL, HOW I S HE??"

"HE'S ALL RIGHT" SAID THE DOCTOR "HE IS GOING TO LIVE. THERE IS ONLY ONE PROBLEM THOUGH."

"WHAT IS THAT?" SAID THE OTHER CARROT "WHAT'S WRONG??"

"WELL HE GOT HIT PRETTY HARD. AS I SAID HE IS GOING TO LIVE AND THE ONLY PROBLEM IS THAT HE WILL BE A VEGETABLE THE REST OF HIS LIFE!!!"
 

POOR SCOTTY, LIKE THE CARROT IS GOING TO BE A VEGETABLE FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE. THE ONLY THING IS, I AM NOT SURE IF POOR SCOTTY IS A CARROT, A LEAF OF LETTUCE OR A TOMATO!

NO LET'S ALL PAUSE FOR A MOMENT AND GIVE SCOTTY WHAT HE DESERVES. HERE IS WHAT I THINK
 

BARF!!!

"Nope. My rules. You got me once and I got you. That makes us tied. (Tied--hmmm--pun intended??) Now I get to one up you besides you are only a 9 year old and there are limits to what I can do with you."

"This isn't fair. You know how long it took me to get that paint off my face?"

"Yeah" replied Adele. "About the same amount of time it took me to get the paint and cryons, makeup and other junk you put on my face. You keep complaining and I'm going to have to gag you again!"

"No guts (I was hoping to get gagged by Adele) You have no.mmmmppphhhh."

Adele had stuffed a bandana in my mouth.

"No what" she said. "Little boys should be seen and not heard. But if your wrists start to bother you, stomp your feet so I'll know okay?"

I nodded my head yes.

Adele just was starting to paint my face again when I noticed the swelling in my wrists had decreased. This coupled with the greasy effect of the bengay allowed me to slip my hands free. I immediately pulled the gag out and Adele was staring in disbelief.

"I got loose." I said proudly. "Now it's my turn!"

"You tricked me you little fart with allo f that talk about your wrists hurting and what did you put on your wrists to help you slip out, bengay and oil?"

"Yeah, mostly bengay. My dad told me that that stuff makes you swell, but the swelling goes down and that made it easy for me to slip out (as a 9 year old I wasn't too clever spilling the beans but felt proud of what I had done)

"And to think that I went easy on you!" Adele was hot. She knew I had won and was not too anxious to get tied up again so quickly.

"I shouldn't let t hat one count." She said. "You cheated!"

"Not really." was my response. "My hands were and still are pretty sore. You tied me up pretty tight before. Too tight. You took advantage of me because I am a little boy and those ropes hurt. What am I going to tell Mom and Dad about the rope burns? Huh? Huh?"

"Okay, okay!" said the pretty Adele. "I guess I was a little hard on you and you are just a 9 year old. And you did get loose so yes now it is your turn."

"Yippee!!!" I knew Adele had a soft spot and I got to her. Not bad for a 9 year old eh?

"But first" Adele said, "I have to go to the bathroom."

"No bengay." I shouted back. "Don't go trying to use my ideas. Won't work. I'm already wise to that."

"No bengay, Louie" Adele replied with a sigh as though I had figureed out what she was up to.

As Adele walked out and headed towards the bathroom, I watched her in her tight jeans and admired her firm but well developed gluteus maximus. I couldn't wait untill I was older and seriously wished I was already 18-20 so I could hit on Adele. She reminded me of Jamie Lee Curtis, except Adele was blonde. But very attractive. I was so lucky to get her as a babysitter. Great personality too. With her tight jeans and tight white sweater, even as a 9 year old, I was getting aroused. As I said, if only I was 9-10 years older!

Adele walked backed in not too enthusiastically. While she was away, I went through her bag and noticed the rope, tape, bandanas and other little things she had. I couldn't wait.

Adele came over to the bed next to where I was sitting and said; "Okay TJ Hooker. I'm all yours." Adele reluctantly and slowly moved her hands behind her back. I was ready and excited!
 

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Further, you certify that the information is not pornographic, obscene nor does it breach any applicable statutes. 
You can pretty much say what you want, but please post stories that are suitable for all audiences. Please do not post anything of a sexual or pornographic nature. 

Is it really that hard to pay attention to this site's owner's posting rules? They aren't vague in the slightest. Just because Canuck isn't able to moderate this board every day, and some filthy, non-childhood-tieup-games posts are left up, it doesn't mean that he's changed his policy and is tolerating these stories that belong more in Penthouse, than here. Why should a person's sexual orientation come up at all in posts here? "Childhood stories" means that we're talking about individuals who wouldn't even be totally sure about their orientation yet, so the whole thing's irrelevant. Boys tickling boys or girls tickling girls is not "gay behaviour".

And for pity's sake, please don't type in all upper caps. It's hard to read, and by the universal rules of Netequitte, incredibly rude. It's the text equivalent of shouting. How tolerant are you of someone screaming nonsense right in your ear? Well, that's just what you're doing with All Upper Caps posts.

And on a more positive note, Ive liked some of the recent stories. Keep on posting.

Later,
Rach

Now on to business. Leah, you claim that this site has "perverted or lesbian stores" ok, Zephyer's made up story does have porn and stuff and it'll most likely be delt with. 

But surely, a woman, such as you would be smart enough to deduce that only one or two stories contain these “perverted” subjects on this site. And surely you would be smart enough to NOT imply that just because 1% of this site contains “perverted” material, the other 99% is gay or lesbian, or sick perverts- oops, my mistake, yes you DO imply that.

Under what basis are you to determine our sexual orientation, in fact that’s none of your damn business! You claim that we are all “gay or lesbian” when it is you who is so closed minded. It is people like you that prevent this world from achieving near world peace. It is you ignorant people that are racists. It is people like you who are afraid of change

Yes you ARE right your post does NOT belong on this dream book. Tell me another thing, since you are such a “normal” person now why the HELL would you be posting your “normal” story on a “Gay and Lesbian” site. Gee that tells us a lot. Can’t you even READ you stupid blond? The title clearly says STORIES OF TIE-UP GAMES. And perhaps if you READ the POLICY section it says and I quote “This site is for stories without sexual content. If your stories have a sexual part please consider leaving them out of the story or posting the story somewhere else. You will probably get more credit and reaction anyway!” –surely you could read that section, but oops, oh woe is me I am mistaken again, you CAN”T read.

If you are implying that we are all “Gay and Lesbian” just because a few people violated this rule, then you are SADLY mistaken, bitch. How dare you falsely accuse us of this nonsense, and I recommend Canuck (the webmaster of this page you stupid noob), who is most likely reading this, to delete her post for slandering this page.

It’s people like you who sicken me, now go and along. Go into hiding in the caves with Bin Ladin until US Special Forces hunt you down. I feel sorry for your “husband” how could he have married such a narrow minded woman. Unless you’re up to the challenge, reply, jackass…and to quote you "SEE YA FAG!"

And I bid the rest of the “Gay and Lesbian” people here at Canuck’s good night.

My question is: Since when is there a rule against homosexuality on this site?? I am glad that Leah has got a lot of critisism from the other posters on this forum, but I am quite surprised about what people say (with a few exceptions)... Instead of saying "Stop talking bad about gays (or lesbians)" you say "There are almost no gays here, so stop accusing us of being nasty gays".
 
 

It is pretty sad that most people here seems to think that it is more important to prove they are not homosexual than defending the people who actually are being insulted and offended - the homosexuals.
 
 

You are probably thinking at the moment "the guy writing this must be gay", but, no. I am not gay. But I solely defend the gays' right to be gays.
 
 

Please get on with some (clean) stories, and have a nice weekend, everybody!

I am going to go work up the nerve! I am also a little scared because this is my parent's computer and I don't want them to know...
 

It was 4th of July when I was 15. Wes is two years older than me, and we are the oldest cousins in a big family. Every year the fam gets together for a big 4th of July party. After dinner and fireworks, we oldest kids usually have to take care of the little ones while the grown ups talk and stuff. This year it was really hot outside, so we were told to play with the little kids in our great aunt's basement. 

The basement is really big, it runs the whole length of the house and it was nice and air conditioned. Half of it is all nice with couches and stuff and the other part is like a work shop and part is just cement without anything. For awhile we kept the kids entertained with a Disney movie but then the got rowdy. Wes suggested we have a big game of hide and seek. He said he would count to 100 and come find all of us.

I helped the little kids hide in easy and safe places, and then I went to go hide myself. I found a cabinet in the work shop that I could fit into. I was wearing a sundress so my legs got kind of scraped fitting into the cabinet, but it was a good hiding place so I toughed it out. I heard Wes find the little kids and then all the kids were finding each other. Soon I heard them calling for me. 

I heard Wes calling and my heart started beating. It took him a while but then he opened the cabinet and whisphered "there you are." He gently helped me out and then all the kids were jumping up and down that I won since I was found last.

Wes asked the kids "don't you think we should punish her for making us worry?" They started to yell "ya! ya!" So Wes said that I had to pay for making them worry. He said he had an idea. 

to be continued

My heart is beating really fast, and Wes is just looking at me standing there. He takes one piece of the twine and stands close to me and reaches up and ties my wrists to the top of the post. He makes several loops and it is pretty tight, but doesn't hurt. He then takes another piece of twine and ties my ankles to the bottom of the post. The kids are all jumping and giggling, but I am not really listening to them. I am pretty engrossed in what Wes is doing.

He asks me, "do you think you can get away?" I struggle and it is pretty easy to move around, even though my ankles and wrists are tied to the post. He tells the kids "we can't let her move" so he takes more twine and wraps it around my thighs and the post. He then notices the scrapes on my thighs and asks me if I am OK. I say yes, and it is a really cool feeling, having him wrap the twine around my bare legs with my hands over my head. I feel kind of exposed in the little sundress, but it is really cool. He takes his time wrapping the twine around and some of it makes my skirt come up a bit, but I dont say anything. 

The kids think this is so funny and are dancing around the pole. Wes just watches, and keeps asking if I can get away. I think he likes to see me moving and trying to get free. Even though the kids are laughing it is totally a private thing between us, which is surprising and exciting and weird. 

We hear some of the grownups calling down for their kids, and most of them go running to the door. We starts to quickly untie me, the game is over. As he is untying me I look him in the eye and tell him "will you do this again?"
He brushes up against me while he is untying me and tells me sure.

He tells me to come over the next day when our moms are at work and we can hang out. 

Now, to Leah.
I think the only one who isn't normal here, is you. This is about CHILDHOOD games, not fucking sex talk.

so i say, "fart" to you

Grow the Hell Up

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I've enjoyed the journey so far and I hope there'll be plenty more miles to go. 

My mom asked me what I was going to do all day while she was at work, and I told her that I was going to ride my bike over to my friend Erin's to play. For some reason I didn't want to tell her that Wes told me to come over when his home was at work. 

I didn't know what to wear, but I knew I like how it felt in the sleeveless short dress that night before, so I put on this one piece shorts outfit. It had spagetti straps and was soft cotton and the shorts were attached to the top. I felt that this would kind of keep me covered but if he wanted to tie me up again I could feel the ties on my arms and legs. If I had only known what he was going to do to me!

I wanted to go over right away, but thought I shouldn't go first thing in the morning. I rode me bike over to his house and it was really hot. I knocked at the door and Wes motioned from the window for me to come around back. In the back of the house was his room, which had a sliding glass door next to the pool. I had never been in his room before. He opened the door and said he was glad I came.

His room was so big and dark and cool, with a really big bed with metal at the top and bottem. He is an only child and spoiled. The bed even had silky sheets, but was all messy. I kind of walked around his room looking at things, and he didn't say anything. After a while he asked if I was ready to be tied up. I just nodded, scared and excited. 

He said that the rules were that I had to do whatever he said and that I couldn't tell anybody. I said ok. I got excited when he locked the door and closed the blinds on the sliding door.

He told me to take off my sandals and lie on the bed on the far edge. He went to his closet and got a hanger with all these ties on it. He told me to put my hands above my head. He took one tie and tied my wrists together. Then he pulled them high over my head and tied another tie to them and then tied it to the metal frame of the bed. It was really tight.

He then told me to cross my ankles and he tied them together. Then he tied them to the bottom of the bed frame with another tie. The bed was long and I am small, so I was really stretched out. My sunsuit was straining at the spagetti straps and the shorts were coming up. 

Wes told me to move around and try to get away. I could only move my hips around. He told me to keep doing it. He got another tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold. Now I was kind of moving my hips around without trying. It felt so good and strange. 

I heard him get something and then I felt a feather tickling my bare feet. it tickled so much that I squirmed. He tickled my feet for awhile and then started tickling up my legs. He tickled all the way up and then spent a long time tickling at the top my crossed thighs were my shorts ended. This drove me crazy and caused me to move around alot. My shorts came up more and were now all ridden up and bunched up.

Then he took the feather and lightly ran it across my chest. I could even feel it underneath my top. I hadn't worn a bra because I was too young and little to need one and I thought it would look weird with the sunsuit. But now I felt kind of naked and wished I had worn one. He spent a lot of time tickling me here and I started to moan. He told me to ssshh, the cleaning lady might hear.

He got another tie and told me to open my mouth. He gagged me and tied it behind my hair. It was kind of tight but when he started to tickle my chest and thighs again I could now move and moan.

He asked "you like this ok?" and I nodded. Then I heard him go to his desk and he brought back some little objects. He took one of them and lightly ran it around my thighs. Then he took it and I realized it was a clippy paper clip thing. He took the end of my one shorts and cliped it up on my sunsuit, exposing the top of thigh and the elastic legs on my underwear. He did this on the other side of the shorts too. He said "this is for making so much noise."

He got the feather again and tickled the tops of my thighs as I squirmed around. I had never been tickled here before! I couldn't help but make noises. He then got another clippy thing and clipped it to one side of my spagetti straps and then brought it the other spagetti stap side to meet it in the middle. This really exposed my chest on each side. I really started to make noise, now I was thinking he went too far. I could feel some of my nipples were showing, and it was exciting but it made the game more serious than just tying up. 

I think Wes could tell I was a little scared, because he said "this is just a game, just like last night with the kids." Then he tickled my chest with the feather, going back and forth between each side. I gave in and loved it.
He tickled my face lightly with the feather and I could feel he was close and I could hear him breathing. 

Then I heard him go to his closet again and get something. When he came back he started tickling my feet again but now he was wearing leather winter gloves. It was different then the feather because now it was his hands. He tickled my legs up and down, and then came to where the elastic on my underwear legs was showing. He lightly ran the glove fingers along the line of the elastic. I knew he was going to come up and touch my chest next, and I started to squim and really mmppfff loud.

Then there was a loud knock at the door and we both jumped. Wes told me to sssshh and he asked who it was. The cleaning lady now wanted to clean his room. He told her to give him a sec.

He quickly untied me, untying the blindfold and gag first. I saw that I had gotten the tie that gagged me all wet and I realized I was all sweaty. When he got my hands and feet untied I took the black paper clips off. Wes quickly told me "this was great. come back another day if you want to play again." Then he opened the sliding door and told me I had to go home or we might get in trouble. 

I went home and could not stop thinking about what had happened. I wanted to play again.

Leah, to put it blunty so that someone with your meager intellect can figure out. Shut up and get out. Your idea's have no place here. Why you even choose to come here and violate this place with your deplorable viewpoint and discusting story I will never know, but listen to me and listen to me well. Your writing style is terrible. Your subject does not belong here. You probably can't read, let alone write, and you obviously are a self-righteous, arrogant woman who just can't seem to find a place for yourself.

Stay off Canuck's board and go find something more to you style...You are not welcome here if you haven't figured that out already.

I am sorry if the offends anyone else but Leah, Canuck, I usually do not make derogratory comments, but some things MUST be said.

I love this board, the stories are great and I wish I had some to post for you all, but sadly, the reason why I come here is because is to remind me how much I missed....

If this were a site for fictional stories, I could help, but sadly since it is for reality, I can not.

Please, have a fun, and safe tie-up day and remember, play nice.

Leah, to put it blunty so that someone with your meager intellect can figure out. Shut up and get out. Your idea's have no place here. Why you even choose to come here and violate this place with your deplorable viewpoint and discusting story I will never know, but listen to me and listen to me well. Your writing style is terrible. Your subject does not belong here. You probably can't read, let alone write, and you obviously are a self-righteous, arrogant woman who just can't seem to find a place for yourself.

Stay off Canuck's board and go find something more to you style...You are not welcome here if you haven't figured that out already.

I am sorry if the offends anyone else but Leah, Canuck, I usually do not make derogratory comments, but some things MUST be said.

I love this board, the stories are great and I wish I had some to post for you all, but sadly, the reason why I come here is because is to remind me how much I missed....

If this were a site for fictional stories, I could help, but sadly since it is for reality, I can not.

Please, have a fun, and safe tie-up day and remember, play nice.

I hope that you write some more about the speedos and handcuffs. they where good stories

Anyway, me and my brother went to spend the night at girl 1's house, being she is our cousin and wants company. She also had 3 other girls there with her. They were all about 12 years of age, me being 15, and my brother 13.

Well it started innocently enough with us playing video games. Though girl number 2 started shooting her mouth off about how bad we all were, and refused to play herself.

Later on we went upstairs and were gonna play truth or dare, but that soon changed.

Girl 2 mouthed off how crappy girl 1's room was, resulting in the argument between girl 2 and the other 3. She went through all of girl 1's stuff and called it crap.

That's when things got nasty. Girl 1 slapped her and the 2 began hitting eachother(not in a friendly manner)

The other 3 joined in. 2 of them held girl number 2 while the others took cheap shots.

Me and my breother wanted to stop things, but our concious was not as strong as our shyness around girls. Sorry if this makes me sond like a coward, but I simply couldn't bring myself to stop it. I tried once but one scream in my face and I backed out.

After a little more pumbiling, girl 2 was too tired obviously to fight back. That's when girl 1 got an idea. She had 2 of them hold girl 2 down just in case. She came back with some cord and a chair.

The 3 knew what she wanted to do and they agreed, while me and my brother stood back(like I said, we were cowards)

They took off her sneakers, however leaft her socks on. We followe as they took her down into the basement, while she struggled with little sucsess( I could tell she was dead tired)

One of them took a step ladder, though I didn't know why.They sat her in the chair and they tied her hands above her head, and I could tell it was tightly.

Then one of them stood on the step ladder, and tied the other end of the rope to a little metal hanger like thing. Her palms were together so she could untie the knot, and thanks to the metal haning thing, her hands were tied above her head and were staying that way.

They tied her ankles to the chair legs. They they tied some around her stomach, keeping her body and the chair together. Though no one was in the house to hear her scream if she attempted, they stuffed a large sock straight into her mouth, and wrapped duck tape around it 6 times.

They leaft her their alone sometimes, and they sometimes went down to taunt her, which while my brother went down to hear, I stood at the top of the basement stairs.

I knew they weren't going to untie her, and as much adreniline as I got out of seeing her tied up, I untied her before the girls woke up, otherwise the parents would've come home and blame me.

Well, that's that I guess. PLEASE send in your comments

We had two same length bits of rope and i grabbed her arm while she was lying on the bed, and i pulled it up to her shoulder and tied her wrist to the just under her shoulder, and then did it to her other arm. So then she "ok this is different" and tried to move, "this is a good tie i dont know how your meant to get out" she said. " Your not " i said.

So then i grabbed here legs and did a simmilar thing, pulling here ankles to her thighs and taping around them. Shw was totally imobile.

After a while she started getting bored and she wanted to get free, and said "Let me go now this isnt very amazing". "Are you in pain" i asked, she said no. So i grabbed a fresh sock from her draw and put it in here mouth and then tied a bandana tight so it pulled her cheecks tight back. 

Then i started tickling here with a large feather from a eagle she keeps on her dresser, and needless to say that was lots of fun. She was sqirming all over the place, so i held her two elbows together and ghightlytaped around them. She let out a difiant MMMMPPPPPHHH!, and looked up at me. This imobilised her arms totaly but i still needed to stop her from using her legs to roll around, so i got tape and wrapped it through the 2 V's in her arms and looped it around the V's her legs were in. I pulled it tight and now she was arched over strongly and couldnt move at all. After a while i realesed this part and ticked here for a while, and then it was MY TURN! 

Great stories. Have you had any other experiences?

This whole time I'm feeling both excited and scared. Up until now it was just Chris, Max, and me in the shed. When Bonnie, Max's girlfriend, showed up, I got really nervous. I did not want her to see me like this, their prisoner. More later...

My no.1 suggestion would be "Dawson's Creek" just because I would like to see Katie Holmes tied up for real. There are tons of fake tie-up pics of her. There has actually been a brief tickling scene of her from that series.

My second choise is "Friends". Imagine what fun a burglar could have robbing all three girls and leaving them b&g! 

Your idea of creating a site with fictional stories from TV-series is OK, why don't you start it yourself! I promise to post!

So i let here out of her bonds, and then she grabbed another bandana, and gagged me. Then she told me to ly down on the bed and put my hand hehind me. SO i did, and she quickly wrapped the rope around my wrists and then cinched them tightly. She grabbed another length of rope off the floor (one i had used on her) and she tied my elbows together. Apparently it is alot harder for males to get tied like this since were not as flexible as the gals. Anyway she tightned the ropes and my elbows were about 2 inches apart. It felt good, i was unable to move ! and at her mercy!.

She tied my ankles using the last piece of rope, and then hogtied me with a rolled up scarf. She ticked me for say - 10 minutes, which was AWSOME fun, inthat weird way.

Then she released me from hogtie and gag, and i told her to undo do my tied elbows. She dissagreed but then she said "Ok how about his - i untie your elbows and i tie your arms up in a another way". I agreed, and she quickly regagged my mouth with 4 turns of duct tape. Then she untied my elbows, and then got me to stand up.

She got the duct taped and started tying it around my arms and waste, mainly in the area above where my wrists were. Then after tying my arms to my body, she litterally pushed me onto the bed. She then tied my knees together with the rope she used on my arms previosly.

The way she tied me was cruel, because she could still tickle me under my arms. 

And so a few weeks later i got her back, hey its like a endless friendly tie up game!

Great story about your husband tying you with nylons. Do you two do that often or was that a one-time occurance? Was it scary for you? I think my wife would be too afraid. Do many women enjoy bondage? Post more stories, if you wish.
Jim

So if you could give me some advice that would be nice

I knocked at the door and he was home. He seemed glad to see me, and asked where I had been. He got me a coke and typical guy, wanted to hear all about cheer camp and the girls and stuff. We went back to his room, all casual. His mom was at work. I noticed that his bed was totally bare except for the bottem sheet and that he had cleaned up since last time. I sat on the bed and he asked if I wanted to hear this new CD. It was this weird slow techno music. He locked the door and I could tell he was ready to play again. 

He asked me if I was OK with playing games again, and he said he wanted to make sure I knew they were just games. I said of course. He asked if I wanted to tie him up, and I told him not really. He said good, he just liked tying me up, but that if I would feel better tying him up I could. Then he told me our rules again - I had to do whatever he said and I couldn't tell. 

He told me to lie on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and laid on the edge of the bed, like last time. This time he told me to spread out. He got out these long silky lady scarves out from under the bed. I was right - he was prepared this time and ready for me. Pretty exciting. He took my left wrist and tied it with the scarf to the metal top part of the bed, and took my other arm and spread it wide to the other side. He tied the ties tight, tighter than last time. He took my legs and tied them to the left and right sides of the bottem of the bed, so I was spread all like an X. I was almost doing the half splits, but this was OK.

Last time I felt kind of bare, so this time I wore my two piece swimsuit under my baggy t-shirt and skirt. This way I could feel the ties but still be wearing all my clothes. Also, my bikini tied at the top and back and then on both sides on the bottem, which I liked since the tying up games began. I was loving anything tied on me (still do!)

Wes got out his leather winter gloves and put them on and started by tickling my waist and underneath my arms. He made me laugh and beg him to stop, until I was screeching. The gloves felt good. He said I was being too loud and that I knew what that meant. He got a scarf and gagged me with it, pretty tight, tying it behind my hair. He also pulled my hair on purpose, which made me screech back. He started the tickling again and when I couldn't stand it anymore he moved down to my legs.

He tickled my bare feet for awhile, and then tickled my legs. This was even more sensitive feeling than last time, because now my legs were all spread. He ran his gloved fingers all over my legs, really lightly. 

He got another scarf and tied it over my eyes. Then he told me we were going to play a game called chicken. He said that whenever somethng happened that I didn't want, all I had to say was "chicken." He got on the bed and sat by my feet. He took one hand and started running it up my leg, up my thigh, and kept going. When he reached my bikini bottems I tried to say "chicken" through the gag. He stopped his hand there and said "that sounded kind of like chicken."

He then went down by my other foot and again ran his gloved hand up my other leg. This time when he got to where my bikini bottem started I kind of only mumbled "chicken" and he said "that didn't sound like chicken" and he kept running his fingers up and across my crotch, really slowly, and then down the other leg to my foot. He did it again, and I didn't say anything. Now he was running his fingers up the inside of my leg, really really slowly across my crotch and down again. I couldn't help but make noises through the gag. 

Then he came up and straddled me and tickled me again, and pushed up my shirt. He reminded me to say "chicken" when I chickened out. He traced my bikini top, up and around the two triangles, tickling as he went. After a while he was tracing the top with the gloved fingers kind of slipped in the top and underneath the ties. When he moved his fingers inside the top I mmpphhed "chicken." He asked "was that a chicken?" I tried to say "yes." He said he couldn't hear anything. He put his fingers inside my top again, and this time I really loudly mmmpphhed "chicken." He said since I lost the chicken game I had to be punished.

He roughly untied the ties while straddling me and then got off and threw me over, so I was on my tummy. He tied me up again in the X, but this time face down. He sat on me while he tied me, and then while on me started tickling me. He then got some ice cubes out of my coke glass and was rubbing them on my thighs until they melted. I tried to struggle, but I was pretty helpless. He slipped some ice cubes in the backside of my swimsuit, and then rubbed the swimsuit til they melted. He got on top of me and reached around to try and put more ice cubes in my swimsuit top, but I pressed myself against the mattress so he couldn't get in.

By this time, the CD must have played like three or four times. I felt myself moving against the mattress, and I felt Wes on top of me moving too. After a few minutes of this he said "chicken." He climbed off, untied me and took off the gag and scarf around my eyes. I was all wrinkled and sweaty and wet from the ice. Wes looked pretty wrinkled too. I tried to be cool and said that I was going home now. He didn't say anything, just watched me leave.

(We played together alone and innocent like this just one more time...let me know if I should post it!)

He 

However, about gays, lesbians, and anyone else out there with "odd" or "different" preferences...Who are you to judge that something like that is wrong? Who are you to assume that we are all in some way "perverts" out there? If you take some time to read this page, you would see not everyone writes about such things anyway.

It bothers me that people out there...people like yourself,judge so decidedly, and then teach your children to act the same way. I, personally, know people who have killed themselves or others over things like this.

And we all know killing is wrong.

DZ

Let me know how it works out.

O.k we play nearly 2 Hours.I found in our Garage a 300 Meter (nearly 330 Yds) Roll of Saran Wrap.
The one Boy was 8 Years old and the other 7 Years.I took the Saran upstairs and say to one of the Boy:

"I bet that you can´t get out of this."

He answer "I can,that Plastic is so Smooth,that not difficult."

I start wrap him schoulders down,his hands pinned at his sides.Allways 5 Rounds then I going a bit lower.There was only a little overlap,but after a short Time he can´t move his Arms and struggle around.Then I wrapped around his Scrotch downwards.After 15 Min he was wrapped Schouldes to Legs in Saran.The other playing so that IÖ can take the other to the Guest room.The I put him on the Bed and wrapping his Toe´s so that he´s looking like a little Mommy.He say he going to get Sweat.I left the Room and say: 
"We get you out in One Hour or you get self out."
The Computer corner had a Window so that I can look into the Guest room.We play a lot Time.After a Time I locking on my Clock.
Oh no !! 
We have Played nearly 2 Hours !!!
I go into the Room.The Boy still laying on the Bed and try to Escape.
He ask me:"Is the Hour up ?"
I say him he is Tied up 2 Hours now.He was a little Angry,because i don´t held my Word and leave him after one Hour.I understood it.
I loocking at him:
His Head was a little Red and he was Sweating like inside a Sauna.Streams of Sweat running down his Face.I begun a once to cut him free.When he was free he´s loocking funny.His clothes where Wet,nearly same wet like after a shower.
I give him a something to dry him.He say it was hard but Funny and he would try again.

We had much Fun later.....

........But more a other Time !!!

Greez Nordish

P.s :Sorry for my not Typical art of Writing.I have´t Write Englich since my School Ends.(That now 16 Years ago !).Here in Germany i don´t use my English wery often.Sooooorry ;-)

N.
 

I'd also like to thank Canuck for making the rule of no sexual content. I don't look for those kinds of things in bondage, just the girl bound and gagged.

There aren't too many bondage sites that are very safe. Well if anyone wants to chat, go on ahead.

Oh, and with Christmas fast approaching, what better way to help spread a little kinky festive cheer than with a couple of special store reviews to ease the burden of deciding what to buy? You'll be sure to enjoy a kinky Kristmas with our reviews of two online stores selling bondage play equipment as well as rubber, leather and vinyl fetish wear.

As usual, check out the Updates page to find out what’s new here

The first is a child who has a tendancy to always push the limits, showing a subconcious need for having limits set for him/her, and having them enforced absolutely. Bondage most definitely fits that definition.

The second is a child who either craves to conquor the obstacles s/he faces, or one who doesn't work his best unless directly challenged. These ones are the ones who will usually want the most extreme restraining, for the purpose of trying to strive against it. Even in the most hopeless situation, that kid will continuously try to escape from it, possibly thrilling in the vulnerability at the time.

Of course there can be other reasons, which have yet to be actually examined — the human psyche is an infinitely complex thing. Just mentioning that classifying a Love of Bondage as automatically sexual in nature may be a mistake.

Also, can I make a request? I'd love to hear any other stories you have about tying up Tiffany, as well as what she thought of the first time you tied her up.

But first things first - should I repost the story for you?

Story begins:
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Tying Tiffany...for the first time 
My sister Tiffany was three years younger than me, which means she was only five the first time I ever got tied up by our older brother Tim. I suppose because she was so much younger than he was, Tiffany was never really a target of Tim’s tie-ups. He also favored her over me, so I was so often the victim, while she was the bystander, or even the helper when they captured me. Of course, as she got older, I know Tim tied her up a few times, but she was much more likely to be my captive than his. 

I suppose she was about eight the first time I tied her up, and thereafter she became a frequent hostage at my hands. Eventually, we included some of her friends, and some of mine, but to me there was always something special between Tiffany and me and we preferred to play alone most of the time. 

It was summertime, just before I turned eleven. Tiffany had turned eight at the beginning of the summer, and suddenly she had wanted to become my pal. Of course, I thought she was annoying, and she always managed to get me in trouble, so I really didn’t want her tagging around with me. Then my friend Bryan’s family went on vacation and my friend Kevin was gone for two weeks to summer camp, and I didn’t have any of my own pals to play with. So I resorted to playing by myself. 

As you may have guessed, I had quite an active imagination. I was always dreaming up stories to write down and illustrate, or pretending like I was some action hero I had seen on TV. My friends and I would act out elaborate plots, from TV, movies, or my imagination, and they usually turned out to be the ones where someone got captured and tied up. But by myself, it wasn’t always easy to act out everything. In fact, it was that summer that I started experimenting with tying myself up. I eventually got pretty good at it, too. 

I was alone in my bedroom one afternoon, with a few ropes I had gathered and a couple of bandannas I had snatched from Tim’s backpack. I successfully tied my feet together, then stuffed my mouth with a bandanna and tied the other one around my mouth. I was just studying how to tie my hands when my bedroom door opened and I looked up into the curious and startled expression of my eight year old sister. 

“Simon?” she asked. “What are you doing?” 

I whipped the gag out of my mouth and said, “Tiffany! Don’t you know how to knock?” 

She grinned. “But what are you doing? Why are you doing that to yourself?” 

Thinking furiously quick, I blurted out, “I’m practicing.” 

“Practicing for what?” 

“For the next time I have to tie somebody up.” 

“You mean like Tim ties you up sometimes?” 

“Yeah, like that. Only I’m going to tie someone else up.” 

“Like who?” 

With an eight-year-old sister who was infinitely curious, I knew that these questions could go on forever, so I said something I hoped would just make her leave. “Well, I could tie you up.” 

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, and I thought she was going to run away screaming or something, and then she said, “You want to practice on me?” 

You remember the story I told about my babysitter Rebecca? That was when I was nine, nearly two years ago, and that was the one and only time I had ever tied up a girl. For some reason, Rebecca had never come back to baby-sit—maybe she was furious about how my brother and his friend had left her tied up and gagged for such a long time—and I had never gotten up the nerve to ask any of the other sitters. Now my sister was practically offering herself as a sacrificial captive so that I could “practice” tying someone up. She didn’t have to offer twice. 

I had tied the rope around my legs with slipknots, and an instant later, I was free from my self-inflicted captivity. When I stood up, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled my bedroom door shut, then told her to sit down on the floor. She did, and I knelt behind her, pulling both of her hands behind her back. She twisted her head around to watch as I crossed her wrists and looped a piece of rope around them, knotting it off with something a little more difficult than a slip knot. 

“How’s that?” I asked, moving around in front of her with another piece of rope. 

“It’s a little tight.” 

“Well, it’s supposed to be tight.” I placed her feet together and quickly tied her ankles, then I took another and tied it around her knees. She was watching with the increasing fascination of an eight-year-old, and then she saw me reaching for my two bandannas. I started wadding one up and she balked. 

“Didn’t you have that in your mouth?” she demanded to know. 

“Uh—yeah. But it’s the only one I’ve got,” I explained, bringing it close to her mouth. She turned her head away. 

“Get something else, Simon!” 

I looked around, suddenly at a loss. Then I thought of something. Going over to my dresser drawer, I pulled out a pair of white socks and unfolded them. I knew they were too big to stuff in her little mouth, so I pulled a knot in one and knelt behind her. “Is this better?” 

“Your going to put your sock in mymmmmmppppphhhhhh!” I slipped the knot into her moving mouth, turning her protest into an indecipherable grunt, and tied the ends of the sock tightly behind her head. Then I wrapped its mate around her eyes and fixed it as a blindfold. 

“There you go, Tiffany. See if you can get out of that while I go get a snack.” She whined into the knotted sock gag, but I just smiled and walked quietly from the room, careful to close the door behind me so no one would just see her like that. I wasn’t sure how much trouble I would get in for tying up my little sister, but I couldn’t help but wonder that it had been worth it just to shut her up and keep her out of my way for a little bit. 

Silent Simon 
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There's the repost. Now my question and request if you don't mind: How did Tiffany like being tied up for the first time, and could you tell other stories of tying her up? Like what it was like the next time, and so on?

Well anyway, there's the story.

When I came back into the room, I did so as silently as possible, carefully shutting the door so as not to make any noise. I wanted to watch my sister Tiffany without her knowing I was watching. She was right where I had left her, sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor. Her hands were secured with rope behind her back, her legs stretched out in front of her bound at the ankles and knees. She was gagged with one of my athletic socks and blindfolded with its mate. Now she was struggling uselessly in her captivity, and I moved quietly around her so I could see everything she was doing.

I had tied a knot in the middle of the sock gag, and I loved the way she worked her mouth around it, grunting quietly into the knotted cloth as she twisted her arms this way and that. She could probably have made a lot more noise…I had already learned the benefits of stuffing someone’s mouth. But she just mewed very softly in childish aggravation. She kicked her legs out in front of her, and to my delight toppled herself onto her back. She rolled around and began to thrash wildly, still grunting through my sock but no closer to freeing herself. Suddenly, to my surprise and to hers, the sock over her eyes slipped loose, and I found myself staring wide eyed into the wide blue eyes of my little sister.

“Himmmmonnnnn! Ahhhh-ahhhhhhoooooo oooooiiinnnnnnggggg!!!” She cried around the knot in her mouth, and I reached forward to quickly pull it down. Her face was all sweaty and flushed, and she gasped for breath, then she looked at me and said, “How long have you been there?”

“Just a little bit,” I replied as I rolled her over to begin untying her. For her first time being tied up, I though she had been quite a little trooper. I freed her legs first, and then her hands, and she sat up rubbing her wrists and watching as I began putting my stuff away.

“Are we finished?”

I stopped and looked at her, surprised at what I heard in her voice. Had she really not had enough? I wondered. “Why? You want me to tie you up again?”

“Sure. I want to see if I can get loose.”

“So you liked being tied up?” I asked, curious.

She shrugged. “It was okay. But I think I could get loose from it if I had another chance.”

I was contemplating tying up my little sister for the second time when I heard our mother call from downstairs. “Simon! Tiffany! Supper time!”

I saw the disappointment on Tiffany’s face and said softly as I shoved my little collection under my bed, “It’s okay, Tiff. We’ll do it again some time.”

“Really?” she asked in delight.

“Sure.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Maybe later.”

“Okay!” And with that, she bounded from the room, and I was quick to follow.

I'd love to hear any other stories you can post whenever you get the time, particularly about Tiffany. Thanks again!

For more posts/discussions about bondage,go to my site board,the better topics are on pg 4,you may find something there to ease your mind evan more.

To show you are not alone,there is right now at least 100 web sites or more that deal with "love Bondage" then there are evan100+ more sites which deal with the darkside,what I like to call anti Love bondage,but they do deal with women being tied and gagged.
If you are 18 or OVER check this site out http://harmonyconcepts.com There is also a site called "bondage in every day life" (comment by Canuck: the address is http://www.thebielsite.com )very cool,NO nudtiy what so ever,and thses are REAL people who just happen to get tied up.

 will see if I can find the adress,I have it some where,but I am not very orginized(sp)

So here it is I cut copy,pasted it,it is a little long,but woth the time to read :)
  The Harmony Philosophy  What is most discouraging about this business are the prevailing social misconceptions concerning bondage, at least the benevolent, romantic type of bondage that we produce. For the unenlightened, what we represent and advocate really needs to be clarified. In that spirit, the following general explantion is at least a start. It has never been nor will it ever be our purpose to depict women as mere subordinates to men. These pictures and articles are not about that. The materials we produce are carefully and, we think, obviously designed for men and women to whom bondage is an important mutual diversion, a recreational and benevolent experience, a fantasy with a happy ending, a good-natured game in which everybody wins. It is not the pleasure of our patrons nor our intention to offend or demean or abuse or exploit or disadvantage, be aggressive against, or cause even the slightest pain to our models, or to suggest that such is occurring to the ladies they are portraying. We do not characterize victims; we characterize lovers who are mutally exciting and pleasurable--the bondage can be for the sake of sexual teasing or foreplay; or the acting out of a benign rescue fantasy with slightly juvenile undertones; or just the sweet and secret simple sharing of a very special physical intimacy between caring persons. Whichever of these it is, we have characterized it on our pages as "Love Bondage". While we cannot police the motives and psyches of our customers, we can and do shape our materials for completely benevolent natures only--either the adult who was imprinted during adolescence by the thrilling and heroic adventure story rescue of a bound and gagged and ultimately loving female, or the male or female adult whose basic nature identifies with the female in bondage and craves to personally experience those same offbeat sensations for either deeply psychological reasons, or, to state this in the simplest possible terms, because it actually feels good, safe and comforting even. He or she is wrapped tightly and snugly, there is a feeling of being protected, and the rope becomes a surrogate for the protective lover's arms. It is to please and satisfy those two natures, and they alone, that we create these visual fantasies. Conversely, those persons in search of darker, less pleasant bondage themes must look elsewhere, for there is really nothing for them here. Our materials are just not for people who enjoy scenes of human mistreatment. If such people do show up on our mailing lists from time to time, they certainly have no reason to linger, since what they are seeking is probably the exact spiritual opposite of what we have to offer. Good drama does not exist without conflict, and there will necessarily be the blending of bondage with actual danger in some of the text fiction that we publish. But these situations will be so obviously farfetched or tongue-in-cheek that they are clearly not to be taken any more seriously than a comparable paperback tale or television episode containing the same elements. But in all of the photos that we present, be they from contributors or our own associates, the woman is there willingly, even gladly, and for her own reasons. Were she not, we would not publish the picture. Therefore, the bondage that is dramatized here is an essentially gentle act used by lovers to intensify their physical and spiritual closeness. She gets to belong utterly to someone she loves, and to be adored for what he perceives as the prettiness of her dependency on him. She has surrendered for him that part of her independence she doesn't want. They are fortune-blessed soul mates, theirs is completely a mutual act of trust, love, appreciation of themselves and each other. And the readers who look on perceive her bondage as physically and spiritually pleasing to her--she knows that it has more to do with being wanted than abused. Were that not the case, we would ourselves be offended. Our bondage has absolutely nothing to do with demeaning anyone. It is totally and utterly a bilateral activity, and, were it not, we wouldn't have anything to do with it. Harmony Concepts

Do you consider 2 times many times? Maybe 3 or 4.....possibly 6 consists of many? I guess you must of spent the past 3 days constantly tied up with her belts.

"I'm proud of you because you didn't try to plan some sneaky way of cheating this time....of course that's because of that gag i put on you,which will stay on by the way. Anyhow I know that wedgie has got to be getting to you by now,right?" I nodded hesitantly."Well before i tie you guys up again i'll give you a chance to get those underwear out of your ass.""Josh you go in that bathroom there and on this sheet of paper write down a number between 1 and 10 and slide it under the door." I looked at the paper and pen he handed me in confusion. "Allow me to explain." laughed Jack pointing to a lot of boxes lined up in the corner."In these boxes are different things that i bought for you guys to wear,whatever number of box you pick that's what you wear for the next tie-up,but one of the boxes is empty if you pick that one you stay in your undies with that nice wedgie." By the way, then your booty buddy here is gonna do the same thing and then we'll play another game to see HOW you're gonna get wrapped up this time." "sounds fair Eh?"laughed Jack. I shook my head no. "Well tough because that's what's gonna happen." "Now get your asses in that room,NOW!" We slowly entered the room and closed the door. I looked at Cody once more and could tell that he was dreading this as much as i was. I decided to pick the number 4 since that's my lucky number and i needed some luck.Reluctantly i slid the paper under the door and soon Jack opened the door holding the box marked 4."Well you'll be happy to know that this isn't the empty box Joshy-poo." "So turn around and let me take that wedgie out for you." I quickly turned around happy to finally get my perma-wedgie removed and glad that things were finally looking up. I could hear and feel the tape being removed from my butt cheeks and gave a sigh of relief under my gag as Jack pulled the wedgie out. "Now get in that shower,behind the curtain and give me those undies,i've got plans for them." As i entered the shower and pulled of my briefs i was scared that Jack wouldn't give the box to me after i handed him my underwear but couldn't really debate the matter. Luckily after i handed him the briefs he tossed the box over the curtains."Put it on!"said Jack.As i opened the box my eyes widened and my worst nightmare was realized."Damn,"i thought."I wish i would have gotten the empty box."As i mentioned before, I'm alittle chubby and pretty shy about it,now don't get me wrong i had been taped up in compression shorts and wedgied briefs so far and that was bad but i downright had a phobia over what lay in my hands. I looked down in fear at a shiny white speedo."Hurry up chubs a lot!" screeched Jack's annoying voice. I looked at the tag on the back and saw something that made the situation even worse,which i hadn't thought was possible only a few seconds before. the label said size 28. I wore size 30 briefs."Put them on now or i'll make your friend here pay big time!"shouted Jack. I could hear Cody mmpphhing to me, pleading under his gag. I slowly slid the speedo up my legs and over my bottom. I didn't know what bothered me more,the small bulge that was now displayed in the front or the fact that they seemed to clutch my bottom like they had a mind of their own.I slowly walked out of the shower and Jack began to howl in laughter. Even Cody seemed to laugh under all that cloth covering his face.the little punk i should have let Jack do his worst to him."What a body!" laughed Jack as he poked my belly and made the pillsbury doughboy sound. I moved suddenly because it tickled."Oh yeah."grinned Jack."You're tickilish in the tummy aren't you Joshy-poo?""Don't worry we'll get back to that later." "Now Cody pick a number."Cody picked 7 and Jack soon returned with the 7th box and cody headed for the shower after Jack told him he hadn't picked the empty box. After handing his briefs to Jack Cody soon emerged from the shower wearing only a skin-tight blue speedo.I'll admit i laughed under the gag even though i tried not too but my belly gave me away and Cody glared at me coldly."I guess chubby minds think alike."laughed Jack. As Jack led us out into the living room he produced a bowl of folded up pieces of paper while Brad laughed at us."Now Which one of you is gonna draw to see how you two are gonna spend the next 2 hours?"Cody and i looked at each other as if to ask each other who would draw until finally i just decided to do it.i drew a paper and handed it to Jack who opened it and smiled."Congradulations you two, you're going to get taped together face to face with your hands on each others butts." Cody and I lowered our heads as we were shown the paper. A few short minutes later we looked into each others eyes as black duct tape wound slowly around us from shoulders to ankles.We had been effectively mummified with our hands on each others butts. We were then tossed onto the bed and jack pulled the covers over us up to our necks."I would blindfold you, but i want you guys to enjoy every minute of this." We mmmpphh like crazy and squirmed but all we succeeded in doing was getting sweaty and exhausted."Boy, those gags are so good we might not have to waste anymore time replacing them.""Hey we'll just leave um on you guys all night." As Jack and Brad went to raid the fridge in the kitchen we cleaned we struggled,wiggled,squirmed,shook, you name it but the only thing we could move was each other's butt and that's something we didn't want to do. Cody began to rub his gagged mouth against my shoulder trying to loosen his double cloth gag and after about 45 minutes Cody finally rubbed off the cover cloth and began trying to work on his cleve gag as i watched hopefully.(which is pretty much all i could do while i squirmed)Finally after about another 20 minutes Cody freed his mouth."damn this sucks!" whispered Cody as he worked his sore jaw."I tried to tell him to try to get my gag off with his mouth so we could talk but my cheeks only filled with air and let loose a soft mmpphh. Finnally after hearing Cody whisper about how the situation sucked(DUH)for like 20 minutes, Cody finally read my eyes and began to pull at the white cloth covering the layers of tape on my mouth.I mpphhhed trying to tell him to hurry because Jack and Brad would be back soon but it was no use i couldn't make a sound. Sweat dripped off our face and our hair stuck to our cheeks as Cody frantiacally worked on my gag and i squirmed trying to loosen the tape.

She arrived about 4 o’clock in the afternoon, and I invited her in and we got some drinks, and mucked round for about an hour. 

We were in a playful mood, and we were lying on my bed. I asked her "Have you ever thought what it would be like to be tied up". She thought for a while "Well yeah it would be interesting if I could escape, I purpose it would be fun". "Want to try it?" she asked, I was shocked! That was meant to be my question. 

"Well what are we going to tie each other up with?" I asked, looking around my room. "Rollover a bit" she said. So I rolled over and was on the edge of the bed. She stood up and walked around to me, grabbed onto me and started rolling me over, holding the blanket against my back. I was soon wrapped up in my blanket, and it’s great how tight and comfortable it is. "Haha the simplest thing I could think of" she said, and then dragged me into the middle of the bed. "Now what can I do with my sexy boyfriend all wrapped up and at my mercy" she grinned and winked at me as she went out of the room. I knew I was in for it now... 

About 10 minutes later she came in and had a feather in her hand; it was large and white and looked like it was from a pigeon or dove. Anyway I said "Don’t even think about it!", she just laughed and approached my defenseless feet hanging out from the end of the blanket. "Angie don’t you dare".

She started stroking the soles of my feet, and then between my toes, all over my foot, by now I was laughing and it had only been a few seconds! I was in heaven. I started screening I was so ticklish! She said "Quite down babe we don’t want the folks next door to hear!" (I guessed she would gag me if I deliberately started being louder - so I did). "Ok then Mr Loudmouth! Ill just have to do something about you!” This was it, the first time I would get gagged by my girlfriend... I definitely was in heaven. She walked around my room a bit, and the she went over my sock draw. She grabbed 2 socks and then went to my closet and obtained a bandana (which I used for gagging myself with sometimes) then approached me from behind, where I couldn’t see her and put one of the socks over my eyes, tying it behind my head firmly. "Angie what are you doing that for?" I asked sarcastically. Then she grabbed my mouth when I least expected it, and forced it open, shoving in the sock (while it was rolled up tight) and then quickly fastened the bandana around my mouth, making me silent. Now she could do whatever she wanted and I couldn’t do a thing about it. 

I got ticked for what seemed an eternity that night, and I think I got ticked about 8 times for about 10 minutes each. She finally unrolled me and I thought I was free from being her captive for good!. She stood me up and I reached to take out the gag and remove my blindfold. Then she grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind me, and forced me onto the bed. "Didn’t think that was the end of it did you babe?” I mmmhhhppdd into my gag. I was going along with this game it was fun after all, She sat my on the edge of the bed and told me she would be back in a minute. I waited and waited and then suddenly I felt here stand me up and pull my wrists behind me again. Soon enough I realized she had found some thick duct tape, and before I knew it my wrists were tied. I tried to say "You’ve done this before!" but through my gag it came out as "Uv dmm sss frrrr". She was giggling as she threw me onto the bed and started tying me at the knees and on my ankles. She grabbed my ankles and forced them up to my hands, and wrapped tape around the them, hogtieing me. She kissed me on the cheek a few times and then went and watched TV for an hour or so. When she came back she told me to be quite and told me how she was going to leave me their all night while she slept. She went to lie next to me and pull the blanket over us, but after a second or two she said “Yuk it’s all sweaty from all the tickling I gave you”, and she left “Seeya in the morning!” I replied with a mmmppphhh of defeat!

Once she was out of the room, I soon developed a plan of revenge. So I started to try and get out of my bonds. Easier said than done… She had used about 5 turns of the tape to hogtie me, however after struggling for about 15 minutes, I got my left wrist free. I then used that arm to find the end of the tape, and slowly and painfully I managed to get the tape unwound. I quickly removed the gag, blindfold, knee and ankle restraints, and went looking for the devices of my revenge.

I Grabbed the tape she had used, a fresh bandana from my closet, one sock to blindfold here (I decided to only use the bandana to gag her as the sock was gross). I crept out of my room, and looked round the lounge room. There she was lying on the sofa sound asleep. Approaching her I cut some strips of tape and put them on the end of the sofa, ready to be applied. I tied the bandana into a knot, ready to gag her. For a while I didn’t know how I would get her tied up without getting free, but in the ended to just start applying the tape and hope she wouldn’t notice until I had put at least one bond of tape on her. She was lying on her side facing into the couch, which made my job if taping her wrists up much easier. 

I started on her ankles, slowly wrapping the strip of tape (about a meter long) around them. She made a noise and I though I had woken her up, but she was still asleep. Next – the hard part – was to tie her wrists. I got another strip of large tape, and pushed it softly onto her wrists and started to wrap it up. Miraculously, she didn’t wake up, but did start to move. For about 30 seconds she kind of wiggled there and then went back to a deep sleep. Then I needed to apply her gag, so I grabbed it, and then moved it into position. I tapped her on the shoulder, and when she went to talk I quickly pulled the bandana tight and fastened it. Then I applied the blindfold to her.

She started struggling and she struggled even more after I told here ‘It’s your turn”. I grabbed the feather from the floor of my room and stroked her feet with it, her body squirming. I told her I would let her go tomorrow morning, and I applied about 6 or 7 more wraps of tape over her bonds, and also placed tape around her knees. Then I asked her if she was comfortable and she shook her head no, so I released her from the gag and she told me she didn’t want to be gagged all night. So I left here bound but not gagged, and went to bed! Next morning I let her go and from then on our games got more and more frequent! 

The end.

Running into my bedroom, I grabbed the stuff from under my bed and realized I was going to need more. I had enough rope to tie her hands and feet like before, and the two bandannas. I didn’t really want to use my socks again, so I decided I needed to get into Tim’s room. I looked out into the hallway and saw that the coast was clear. I darted down the hallway to my brother’s bedroom and peeked through the open door. He wasn’t there, so I guessed he must still be downstairs, probably watching TV with dad. I went straight for his closet and grabbed the backpack full of stuff he had always used to tie me up with.

I rummaged quickly through his stuff, pulling out a couple more long pieces of rope, two white handkerchiefs and another bandanna. Dropping the backpack where I had found it, I rushed from the room. With my heart pounding, I heard Tiffany saying something to Mom about going upstairs and I knew I barely had time. I raced down the hallway to my room, grabbed my other stuff, and then darted on down into her room just as I heard her footsteps on the steps below the landing. I flipped the light off and waited just behind the door.

Tiffany came in and turned on the light, and just before I grabbed her, I saw her look sideways. I don’t know if she saw me or not, but when my hand clamped down over her mouth, she made only a little noise of protest and put up not much of a struggle. I wrapped my other arm around her, pinning both of her arms to her side, and she wiggled just a little in my grasp, grunting into my palm. I closed her door with my foot and said, “Well, ready to see if you can get loose this time?” To my delight, she nodded. “Good. Now, just do exactly as I say, okay? And everything will be alright.” Again she nodded.

I moved her to the middle of the room and whispered against her ear, “I’m going to let you go, but don’t scream or I’ll have to gag you, and I won’t be nice about it.” Of course, I was going to gag her anyway, but she didn’t have to know that just now. I released her and she turned to stare at me with enormous blue eyes, her mouth curled in a half smile. “Kneel on the floor with your hands behind you,” I said. She complied, and I knelt behind her with a piece of rope stretched between my hands.

Tiffany crossed her wrists with her palms out, but I said, “No, not like that. Put your hands together.” She did as I commanded, intertwining her fingers together. I wrapped the rope around her wrists three times, then said, “Now open your hands.” When her fingers came apart, I slipped the rope between her hands and wrapped it up and around the horizontal loops of rope, cinching the binding as tightly as I dared. I wanted her to be secure, but I didn’t want to hurt her…and I didn’t want to leave marks either.

Next, I took some longer rope and looped it around her arms and chest, pinning her arms down against her sides. Then I told her to sit down on her bottom and put her legs out in front of her. While she was doing that, I took out a bandanna and quickly blindfolded her with it.

“Hey!” she exclaimed at the unexpected blinding.

“Now Tiffany, remember what I said about talking.”

“You didn’t say anything about a blindfold!” she protested, and I grinned, glad she couldn’t see me. I used the rest of my rope to tie up her feet and legs, then I reached for one of the white handkerchiefs.

Shaking it out, I wadded it into a compact little ball and said, “Think you can get out of that?”

“Yemmmmpppppphhhhh!” I cut off her eager answer with the wadded handkerchief, grabbing the back of her head as I thrust the cloth between her lips and poked it deep into her mouth with my fingers. “Uuuummmmppppphhhh!” she protested around the expanding cloth as I brought one of the bandannas up between her lips and jerked the ends across her cheeks and behind her head. I knotted it rather tightly, so that it crammed the handkerchief even further back behind her teeth. As continued to grunt furiously against the gag, working her mouth around it, I feared she might attract some unwanted attention if I didn’t keep her quieter, so I stuffed the second handkerchief into her mouth in front of the folded bandanna, and used my final bandanna to completely swathe the bottom half of her face.

Once the last layer of the gag was on and she was grunting softly behind it, I said with a chuckle, “There you go, Tiff. Let’s see if you can get out of that.”

And how did you tie her legs and feet - rope aound ankles and knees? I'm surprised you didn't put as much detail into that as you did the hand binding, which was pretty interesting.

Anyway, thanks for posting! We need more clean stories on this board!