I'm switching to third person. These stories sound better in that tense and I'm more comfortable with it. Sorry if it takes away from the realism but it's easier.

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Marc's body conformed to the beanbag chair perfectly after two hours spent playing a video game; a typical summer day. Marc had been over at Nancy's several time in the week since tying up her mom but carefully avoided any conversations with her for fear of reminding her of something he hoped she forgot. The phone rang near his bed and since every other member of his family was away and answering machines were a luxury his family could not afford he pressed pause on the controller and reached for the phone.
 

"Hello."

"Mark, I'm glad you're home."

"Hey Nance, what's up."

"Mom has me tied to a post and won't stop tickling me until you come over."

“If I come over, she’ll be tickling me and not you.”

Nancy did not answer for several seconds. Muffled sounds came through the phone but they were indecipherable from the usual static. Nancy’s Mom spoke next. “Marc, it’s only fair that you help Nancy out since you were part of fun last Saturday.”

“But I did not tickle you, it was all Nancy.”

“No matter, the whole thing was your idea in the first place so you are responsible as well. Besides this is kind of fun so I really want you to come over.”

“What are you doing to Nancy?” Marc asked cautiously.

“I think you should come over and find out, but I’ll describe it just to make Nancy squirm. She is tied to one of the support columns underneath the staircase. I have taken the liberty of putting her hair in two pigtails and tying them with large pink bows. She’s wearing a very girlish dress that is mostly pink with lots of lace and satin. I’ve got a lot of great pictures of her. We are currently in negotiations for the pictures she has of me.”

“Oh, so that is what it’s all about, the pictures.”

“Partially,” Mrs. Mason agreed. “And partially it’s payback.”

“What happens if I don’t come over?” Marc asked.

“I’ll make sure Nancy knows that what happens next is purely a result of your refusal to take what’s coming to you. I think she’ll be pretty upset with you. And from what I’ve seen over the past few years, she can be mighty creative.”

Now it was Marc’s turn to be silent on the phone. His mind at war between wanting to avoid whatever dastardly game Mrs. Mason came up with and fear of Nancy’s guaranteed reprisal. “What are you going to do to me?”

Mrs. Mason laughed. “Goodbye, I’ll give you ten minutes to get here.”

The phone clicked and Marc dropped it into the cradle. His mind cast back over the situations he had been in at the hands of Nancy and realized that she could be pretty ruthless when she was having fun. What would it be like when she was angry? Marc decided not to find out and headed for the door. He crossed the intervening space between their two homes quickly and found the pool door unlocked.

Mrs. Mason greeted him at the doorway between the pool area and the main house. “Well I really did not expect you. Come with me.” She placed her arms across Marc’s shoulders and ushered him into the main area of the house. The living room was divided from the kitchen by the descent of the staircase. Beneath the staircase was Nancy dressed as a 
frilly little girl. Her hands were bound behind a post and her ankles were tied above a pair of white Mary Jane shoes. Marc could not help but laugh. Thankfully Nancy had a white strip of cloth covering her mouth concealing a bulge which ballooned her cheeks. Still the fire in her eyes and the grunts from beneath the gag made it obvious she was angry.

Marc looked towards Nancy’s mother who was watching his reaction. “So what do I have to do?”

“It’s quite simple. Nancy has been there for about an hour. That’s half the time I spent tied up. You have to take her place for the rest of the time.”

“So I have to get tied up for an hour.”

“Yep,” Nancy’s Mother nodded.

Nancy calmed down after it became obvious Marc would relieve her as the victim. Mrs. Mason released Nancy from the pole. She immediately ran up the stairs to her bedroom the loud rustling of the dress followed her. Marc placed his back against the post, but Mrs. Mason placed his hands in front instead of in back. After a quick knot at his wrists she raised his hands above his head and tied them to the top of the pole. “There that should keep you.”

Marc did not say anything preferring the relatively mild restraint he was placed in. Mrs. Mason stood back and smiled. 
“Are you comfortable?”

“Sure, I guess.”

Nancy walked back down the stairs at that moment with a huge smile on her face. Mrs. Mason took the dress she held in her arms with a smile. “That’s about to change. You see when I said you had to take Nancy’s place I meant in more than just you’re the ropes.”

Marc’s mouth went suddenly dry. “No way, I’m not wearing that.”

Nancy laughed. “From where I’m standing you don’t appear to have much of a choice.” To punctuate her statement she pulled his shorts down to his ankles and began to remove his shoes. Marc kicked out but his foot was caught by Mrs. Mason and held there so his weight was supported only by one leg. This removed his ability to retaliate since putting all his weight on his hands would not help his situation.

Nancy and her mom quickly removed his shoes and then worked together to pull a pair of white nylons up first one leg and then the other until the waistband was over his hips. “You have nice legs.”

“This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him in nylons Mom.” Nancy said.

“Oh yeah that is right, I forgot about that.” Mrs. Mason laughed. “Let’s get the shoes on and the dress around his waist before trying to wrestle with his arms. 

Nancy pulled Marc’s shirt over his head so that it was stretched across the back of his neck and then helped her Mom pull the dress up his legs, zipping the back up enough to keep it from falling down. The white Mary Jane’s came next and Nancy tied his ankles and knees to the post. 

“Ok, we’ll release one hand at a time and remove his shirt and then slide his hand into the sleeve of the dress. Something tells me he’s not going to do this willingly.”

“You tricked me, you never said I had to wear the dress.” Marc yelled

“I said you had to take Nancy’s place. Seems to me that you have to wear the dress too.” 

Mrs. Mason and Nancy released his left hand only and pulled his shirt off and inserted his hand through the puffy white satin sleeves of the dress and then tied his hand behind the post. Marc gave up on resisting and let them zip up the dress completely.

“This is not fair, let me go.” Marc yelled in the room which prompted Nancy to apply a reasonably effective gag. 

“I’m going to get my camera.” Nancy smiled and moved toward the stairs.

Nancy’s Mom reached out her hand and caught her wrist. “No you don’t, no pictures. You could tip the scales in your favor a little too far.”

Marc let out a sigh of relief and let his head sag on to his satin covered chest. 

“Don’t worry Marc we’ll let you out in an hour.” Mrs. Mason pulled Nancy away from the stairs. Marc struggled to free his wrists but Nancy was an expert at this and there was no way to escape.

Marc ceased his struggles after a few minutes and hoped that none of the other neighborhood kids would stop by. Luck was with him and Nancy and her mother released him when the time was up without any incidents. Marc stripped out the dress right on the spot and pulled on his clothes. 

Nancy giggled to herself. “You looked good in dresses, as always, have you ever considered...”

“Shut up Nancy. I’m going home.”

Marc fled the home and ran back to the comfort of his own room.

My friends Bryan and Kevin had come over that morning, and we had spent the day tromping through the woods behind our house. My little sister Tiffany had insisted on coming with us, but she being ten and us thirteen, we didn’t really have much use for her at then. So we took off down the gentle slope and disappeared into the trees, hoping to lose her. It took a while, but we finally hid well enough that she couldn’t find us, and after yelling some rude things in our direction, she stomped pouting back to the house. It wasn’t long after that that my Mom called us back to the house. Bryan and Kevin said good-bye in the backyard, and I walked into the kitchen to find Tiffany seated at our bar with cookies and milk, her eyes red and her face splotchy, and our mother standing with her arms crossed and glaring at me.

“Why did you run off and leave your sister like that?”

I looked from one to the other, not sure what to say. But my blood was sure boiling. Tiffany suppressed a little smile, and I glared at her. My mother cleared her throat for my attention and I looked quickly back. “I don’t know. ‘Cause we didn’t want her with us.”

“Well don’t do it again! She could have gotten lost, or hurt, or something, down in those trees.” None of us had ever gotten lost or hurt before, and we had played in the woods for as long as we had lived her, which had been since before I could remember. But I nodded my concession, and when my mother turned back to her baking, I cast an evil glare at Tiffany and bounded out of the kitchen and upstairs.

“So, my little sister wants to play rough,” I muttered to myself as I dug quickly in the back of my closet for the things I needed, and a minute later I was hiding in her closet, waiting. Now though, the wait was over. She had her back to the closet, and I slipped silently out, tip-toeing up behind her, and then I grabbed her.

She started to squeal, but I brought my hand down over her mouth, catching her cry and forcing it back down her throat. My palm closed tightly over her lips, my fingers making little depressions on her cheek. I pulled her back against me and wrapped my other arm around her, managing to pin one arm to her side as she grabbed at my hand with the other. With very little effort, I pulled her back into the closet.

I let go of her arm for just a minute to close the door, and then I was forcing her down onto the floor beside my ropes, still keeping her mouth firmly in my grip. She whimpered a little and tried to thrash around, but I straddled her legs and leaned down over her, putting my mouth very close to her ear. “I thought you wanted to play,” I hissed in my most evil of voices. She knew that voice by now and tried to speak, nodding her head. “Well, this is the way we’re going to play. You deserve it for telling mom on me.”

Releasing her mouth, I grabbed both of her hands and pulled them behind her back. She gasped for breath and looked over her shoulder at me, but she didn’t say anything. I crossed her wrists with palms out and held them in one hand while I grabbed a piece of rope with the other. I wrapped the rope tightly around her wrists, then knotted it on the back side of her hands so that her little fingers couldn’t reach it. All of a sudden, I heard someone enter the bedroom behind us.

I jumped up to turn off the light, and in that moment I saw it in her eyes. Tiffany was going to scream. I snapped the light off and fell beside her, snatching up a bandanna that I crammed into her mouth. It smothered her cry again, and pressing my hand against her lips and stuffed mouth, I swept the rest of my stuff under a shelf. Rolling her over, I began to inch our way further back into the dark closet. For some reason, this particular bedroom had a large walk-in closet that took a little turn at the end and provided quite a good hiding place. I pulled her around the corner and none too soon, because then the door opened and the light snapped on, and we could both hear our mother humming a little tune as she put some of Tiffany’s clothes up.

I was sitting against the wall with Tiffany held tightly against me, my hand still over her gagged mouth. She breathed but did not whimper, her head on my shoulder, and I looked down into her wide blue eyes. She was smiling with them at me, and I breathed a little easier. She wasn’t going to give me up this time. I continued holding her however, wishing my mom would go away, but it did not happen. I don’t know what my mother was doing, but she continued to busy herself in the closet. My heart pounded as I thought about her finding my stuff, then I thought there was no way she could. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she turned off the light and left the closet.

Tiffany grunted a little beneath my hand and I released her, plucking the folded bandanna from her mouth. “That was close,” she whispered.

“Too close! And you nearly gave us away.”

She giggled. “I wondered what you’d do if I screamed. Or at least tried to.”

“Would you have?” I asked her, shaking the bandanna out so that I could wad it up.

“Maybe, maybe nommmmmppppphhhhhh!” her eyes widened in surprise as I stuffed the wadded bandanna into her mouth again.

“Well, I’m going to make sure,” I said, pulling her by the arm back out into the closet and pushing her down on her stomach. I turned the light back on and reached under the shelf for my things, grabbing another bandanna to tie over her mouth before she spit the wadding out. She did try, but I scooped the ball of cloth up and shoved it back into her mouth, then yanked the folds of another bandanna over her mouth and tight around her cheeks, knotting it severely at the back of her head. It just covered her mouth, rather than going between her lips, but I tied it tightly enough so that she could not dislodge the one in her mouth. She moaned mournfully into it, but that was all she could do.

Just wondering – has anyone ever heard of a movie called “All Tied Up” with Teri Hatcher and some guy? I saw the box in the video store but didn’t get it out. Is it worth it? It looks like he’s being tied down and held hostage by Teri and her friends. Anyone have details on this movie? I’d love to hear them.

Of course if this story even existed.
 

In the spirit of Bulwer-Lytton (for those who don't know, the author of Snoopy's famous opening line, "it was a dark and stormy night", which has since given rise to a contest "... to compose the opening sentence to the worst of all possible novels." and well worth checking out at www.bulwer-lytton.com or in print), I hereby offer, for your consideration, 
 

Toby's Plan
 

Ten-year-old Toby had Planned it all Perfectly, getting his Mom's permission to go camping with his older brother Ted, while telling Ted that he was really sleeping over at a friend's house (on the basis that lying to Mom was really bad while fibbing to his older brother was merely to be expected), finding where Ted hid his two pair of real metal handcuffs, sneaking over to the campsite Ted and his friends had prepared for Saturday night (and were stubbornly refusing to let him come along), stripping completely (to foil Ted's penchant for administering wedgies as punishment,
and just in case Nature called while he waited), hiding the handcuff keys with all his clothes in a hollow log well away from the camp, liberally coating himself with insect repellent, choosing a nice tree near the firepit, cuffing his feet together (to prevent Ted putting shorts back on him just to give him a wedgie), sitting down with his back against "his" tree, then, taking a deep breath as he passed the point of no return, reaching back around the trunk and cuffing his wrists together behind it, and finally forcing himself to relax while he waited for Ted and the others to arrive and share their campfire with him, yes, everything about his Plan and its execution was Absolutely Perfect - until he heard the whistle of the 5:30 train, the one that ran weekdays and NOT on weekends - and realized to his dismay, now tugging ineffectually at the handcuffs securely holding his naked little body completley helpless against the tree, and gently banging his head against its solid trunk with each word, that he'd put his Perfect Plan into effect... one... day... too... early.
 

Tina and Diana were sisters that were our age and lived 2 houses down the street from us. They had observed Ted and I playing our games.

When we tired of our games or had nothing better to do we played card games with Tina and Diana. One of those muggy summer rainy days we were playing rook on Tina and Diana's porch. Their parents were gone for the day.

Tina said, "Diana and I have noticed that you and Ted often tie each other up. You always seem to escape. I bet we can tie you in a way that you can't escape."

Since we had rarely been tied in a way that we could escape, Ted and I fancied ourselves as Houdini type escape artists.

Ted and I both, at the same time said, "No girl can tie us up in a way that we can't escape."

Tina and Diana said, in unison, "We know we can tie you up in a way you can't get loose. We dare you to let us get you bound with rope."

We talked a little more and discussed the rules. The 2 girls would tie us with rope. Then we would have an hour to prove we could escape.

Tina and Dina said, "Fine! We can't wait to get you helpless. Lets go to the garage. We have lots of rope there. Dad stores the rope we use for camping trips. He also has a lot of old clotheline there. We can cut that up and use it to make you helpless."

We went down the stairs to the walkout basement and into the attached garage. Tina stoped on the way to get a knife with which to cut the rope into the lengths they would use.

Once in the garage they pulled out a box. It was filled with cotten clothes line. It was the kind that was manufactured before they began using synthetics. The cord was soft and pliable.

Tina and Diana pulled out lenghts of rope and sorted them into piles according to length. This should have made us suspicioud. The 2 girls rolled an old carpet on the floor.

Once all was ready, Tina said, "I'll tie you and Diana will tie Ted. Sit on the floor so we can get started. We cant wait to see if we can really fix you so you can't escape."

I figured that Tina would just tie my wrists and then see if I could get free. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Tina took a length of rope and draped it around the back of my neck. She brought the long ends back under my arm pits and doubled it. Then she knotted the rope tightly with the knot on my chest.

Next she took a long rope and wrapped it snuggly about my chest and upper armds. She knotted this rope on my chest as well.

She then took two shorter lengths of rope and passed them over and under the rope securing my arms to the sides of my body. She had to work to do this. She pulled the loops tight cinching my upper arms to my body and tied them off. My upper arms were now welded to my body with no possible movement.

Tina asked me if I was comfortable. I replied I was. She told me, "Now it's time to do your wrists. Place your arms behind your back in way that your ffrearms make a right angle with your spine."

I could quite get my forearms parallel to the ground. Tina told me that was all right. She would push them in place.

Tina pushed my arms up a little higher on my back. This make my upper arms be bound even more tightly. I felt tina wrap several loops of rope around my wrists. Then I felt the wrist ropes become even tighter as Tina cinched them.

I began to worry. When Ted and I played our games we had never cinched the ropes. For the first time I began to wonder if escape would be possible. I looke over at Ted and saw that Diana was fixing him in the exact same manner.

Tiina took the long ends of my wrist rope that were left after she cinched and knotted them. I then found out of the purposes of the rope behind my neck. She brought the ends of the wrist rope up and knotted them around the rope right behind my neck. 

Now there was no knot that my prying fingers could reach. I began to realize that I probably would not be getting out of Tina's tie.

I looked over at Ted and saw the puzzled look on his face. With more bravado than I felt, I said, "Don't wory Ted, will be free in no time."

I figured that once they had our arms secured the girls would finish tying us. Again I had a total mis conception of what they had in store for us.

Tina Said, "Lie down so I can do your legs."

I said, come on isn't this enough?"

"She said, "No! we want to be sure you're really tied and helpless. We've just started. Now you can either do as we say or we can leve you there until you are more obedient. We know you have very little chance to escpae. We've always wanted to see how helpless wee could get a boy. Now that we have the chance we're going to take full advantage of it. Lie on your stomach."

We had no choice but to obey. Tina bent my left leg double. She wrapped many loops of rope tightly around my ankle and just below my crotch. She force my leg to bed as far as it could. She then cinched those loops and knotted the cord. My hell was almost touching my ass cheeks. Quickly my right leg suffered the same fate.

Tina then roped my ankles tightly together anc cinched them.

She stood back eying me like a captor surveying his prixe. She said, "Almost done."

I thought, "Gad, I can barely move. What else can she do?" I was soon to find out

I looked over at Ted and saw that he was in the same position as I. Our looks told each other we were going to be there for as long as Tina and Diana desired.

Next Tina took a long rope and and looped around the cinched rope tying my ankles together. she brought both ends of the rope up and passed them around the rope at the back of my neck. She brougt the ends down and round the ropes cinching my wrists together. She pulled as hard as she could on the ends of the rope forcing my hands up even higher on my back. When she was satified that it was tight enough, she knotted the rope at the back of my neck. My body was now bowed back and I was tightly hog tied. As was Ted.

Tina now took a very long rope. I asked her what she was going to to do with it. She simply replied, "You'll See."

The girls got out one of thse short step ladders. They placed the long rope in way that it was looped around the rope connecting my neck wrists and ankles. They threw both ends of this rope over the garage rafter immediately above me. They both pulled on it forcing my body up off the floor a little and tied it off to a hook in the wall. Quickly they did the same to Ted.

Diana said, "Now as to the rules. You boys have an hour to get out of your ropes. "Beware, if you don't escape you will pay a penalty. We're going go to the game room and watch TV. It will be boring watching you struggle to escape. Of course we know you can't do that. Have fun."

With that they left us there in our ropes.

I tired to struggle and see if I could get loose. I tried everything. I could barely move a muscle, much less get any leverage to free loosen a rope. After awhile I was exhausted and could just lie there and hurt. Ted and I were too tired to even talk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Tina and Diana returned.

They said, "It's just like we thought, you're still helpless. I know we didn't discuss it. Now you have to pay for not being able to escape." 

They reached in a bag they had brought. And said, "Now you get blindfolded and gagged. You're not a real prisoner unless you're blindfolded and gagged."

We both protested and refused to open our mouths to accept the gag. It was all to no avail the girls simply pinched our nostrils closed. When we opened our mouths to breathe, a ball of cloth was stuffed in them. It was then tied in place with more cloth wrapped around our heads.

We were soon blindfolded.

Then the girls told us they were going for pizza. They indicated they might free us when they got back.

We had not been there as long as they had left us the first time.

The girls came in and released us. They told us they had ordered pizza and that as soon as we were untied we could eat.

After the ropes were removed it took Ted and I quite awhile before we could move our stiff limbs.

While we were eating the pizza and dirnking soft drinks, Tina amd Diana told us they had practiced on each other with the idea of getting us helpless. They perfected this technique by reading about bondage on the web.

They also said, sometime they would give us a chance to get even. If we wished they had other ideas to practice on us.

Our bondage games became regular events until we developed other interests and moved on in life. 

I don't know about anyone else here, but I have enjoyed Richard's stories and I wish he'd post another. It's definitely time for another dose of Richardism! :-)

Richard? Are you still around?

Richards #1 fan who is wondering whatever became of Richard?

Do some soul searching.

Trust me, the story was posted (for a while).

Canuck is not such an absentee landlord as many of "the new readership" would like us all to believe.

Keep it up, Kidnap Boy and the rest of you great story-wriers.

My freshman year of college, one of my closest friends was a girl named Claudia. She was Spanish-American and had a very unique beauty about her – dark shoulder-length hair, very thin, very European in her style. She talked with a moderate accent in a deep, fluid voice. We were just friends and never dated–while she was very pretty, there wasn’t really any deep attraction. She also began dating one of my other closest friends, Mark (who I’d known for years), and I played a large part in getting the two of them together. Claudia was well aware of Mark’s past romance life – he was a year older and she had pretty much never had a boyfriend – and was always working me for more information about what he had said about her and how serious he was about the two of them. In retrospect, I guess she was a touch jealous and insecure, and she was very pushy in trying to get “information” from me. She used to joke that she knew how to “make me talk,” and that always got laughed off with me teasing her a bit more, saying there were things about Mark that she didn’t want to know. That would prove to be a big mistake and would play an important role in this story. 
One day, when my family was out of town on vacation (I was the oldest and the only one in college, though I lived at home), Claudia came to my house to study and hang out. It was a rainy Friday, the start of a three day weekend. She began to joke around again after a couple hours, saying things like, “You know I’m never going to let you be until you tell me everything he’s told you, so you might as well.” I was very jokingly condescending, saying things like “I’ll tell you when you’re older” and “Face it, there are certain things you’ll never find out.” We laughed and she changed the subject and asked if I was hungry. I told her yes, and she said that I should go out a 

We laughed and she changed the subject and asked if I was hungry. I told her yes, and she said that I should go out and get some sandwiches while she watched the videotape of a soap opera. When I asked her why I had to go, she said, “Because my feet hurt and I just want to take my shoes off and walk around in my socks for a while. If you won’t tell me what you know about Mark, you can at least do this.” She was irresistible like this – I decided to go easy on her. I told her she looked like a turtle (she wore a short-sleeved light-turquoise-colored button down shirt buttoned up to the collar, grey pants, and black socks. A nice outfit. “Turtle” made no sense, I know, but I was thinking off the top of my head. Sue me). So off I went to get food while she watched her soap operas and took off her boots. 

I got back about a half-hour later and came in through the garage, which led into the den where we were hanging out. I was wet and a little distracted from the rain. I yelled to her that I was back, and wondered to myself why the lights were out (it was starting to get dark outside) and why the TV was glowing in the room with no sound. I put the food down and walked into the room, and all of a sudden I felt her on me, tackling me and wrestling me to the floor. I yelled “What the hell are you doing,” but she tripped me (she had taken a few martial arts lessons, by the way, and I was rather thin and out of shape) and fell on top of me, my chest to the floor. “We’re going to have a talk, you and me,” she said, driving her knee into my back while I tried to fight her off. “Stop fighting me or I’ll drive my knee all the way through your back.” It hurt, so I said (while gasping for breath) “Okay, what do you want to talk about.” 

“You know what I want to talk about,” she said. “I told you you’re going to talk.” “But I…” was all I got out when she grabbed my hair and pulled back, causing a little more pain. 
“You’ll shut up and listen to me. I’m tired of you lying to me and teasing me with all this stuff, and tonight you’re going to talk. Nod you’re head if you understand, and don’t say a word.” She still had a hold of my hair. 
In nodded and tried to say something, but she yanked again. She laughed and said (this is all paraphrased – I can’t remember it exactly), “You don’t listen well, do you? We’ll have to take care of that, but it’s good to know you understand what I’m saying. Now, put your hands behind your back.” 

“What?” I half-yelled, not quite believing what I was hearing. That got me another yank of the hair and her left foot (her right leg was in my back) somehow raised up and kicked me in the back of the knee. I was relieved to feel that she had only socks on, but it still hurt. 
“Did I ask you to talk,” she said, still grabbing my hair. “Put your hands behind your back before I give you another Charlie Horse.” 
Not believing this and fearing that I may soon be bald with a broken back (not really, but I was kind of a wimp and there was a degree of pain), I complied. 
Within an instant, she pulled my hands together and started to tie them behind my back with rope. I had no idea where it came from, but was relieved that she let go of my hair and in the few seconds before I could gather my thoughts, my hands were tightly tied behind by back. It was still quite dark and I couldn’t see much, and I hadn’t even seen her face yet. Up to this point had only taken about 2 minutes. 

I felt her knee come out of my back and she got up, laughing and saying “That should hold you to start with.” I rolled around to my back as fast as I could to see her up and walking across the room to turn the light on. When she did, I saw a whole pile of white cotton rope that came from our basement, kind of spilling out of her bookbag. I also saw that she had closed all the blinds and there was virtually no natural light getting into the room. I rolled over a little more, a little disoriented with the light now on, and tried to get up. I was stopped in an instant when her foot stepped on my chest and forced me back down. All I could see were her black socks until I looked all the way up and saw her smiling at me, her foot on my chest and her nice shirt and pants unruffled and unmussed. 
“Hi there,” she said. “Ever been tied up before?” 
I was too shocked to answer. 

“You know, I grew up in a seaside town in Spain and had to tie our boat to dock. I learned how to do it really well. You can struggle all you want, but if I can tie a boat to a dock, I can tie up a skinny little guy like you. Then she laughed and rubbed her foot along my face, I think just to rub it in. 
“You’re a comedian. You had fun now? How about letting me up…” I was stopped when her foot moved over my mouth. I was only a tiny bit relieved that her socks were clean. 
“No talking. Not yet. You’re cute, sweetie. You think I’m done with you yet? Not even close.” 
Claudia’s foot came off my mouth and she very quickly knelt down, grabbed more rope, and tied my feet together at the ankles. She had a very determined look on her face the whole time, so I held my comments. I found it best. 

Next, more rope, tied around my legs just above my knees. Finally, she grabbed me by the shirt (I was a wearing just a print- T-shirt and jeans and felt a bit vulnerable) and wrapped a piece of rope around my chest a few times, pinning my arms to my sides. She grabbed both ends of the rope, eased me back down, tied a quick knot, put her foot on it, and tied it into a square knot. I wasn’t going anywhere, and I was shocked at how fast she had tied me up. 
“You won’t be needing these,” she said, undoing the laces of my sneakers and tugging one off. I pulled back quickly, and she got mad. She jumped on top of me, sitting on my chest, one foot on each side of my head, and spoke to me slowly, through a nasty, cat-like grin. It was something like: 
“Listen to me closely. You’re tied up and at my mercy. You’ve been kidnapped, and you better get used to it. You and I are going have a very long talk – kidnapper to hostage – and I don’t feel like having you kick me. Your shoes are coming off, and if you fight me again, I’ll kick you where you don’t want to be kicked. Even with only socks on, my feet can hurt you. Got it? If you understand me, hostage, nod, and don’t you dare say a word.” 

What was I supposed to do? I nodded, she gave me a small slap in the face, saying “Good boy,” got off of me, went back to my feet, and took my sneakers off. Then came my socks, and I had to ask. 
“Why the socks? Those can’t hurt you?” I can honestly say I had no idea what she had in mind. 
“Don’t worry about that. Let’s have a talk.” She swung around, knelt back against the couch, put her feet up on chest, and started to laugh hysterically. 
“I can’t believe I tied you up so easily. I barely weight 100 pounds and I’m wearing nice clothes, and I still overpowered you. How does that make you feel?” 
“Wonderful. What are going to do, leave me lying here until I tell you all of Mark’s secrets? I don’t know any – I’ve been kidding you.” 

“No, I won’t let you just lie here. If you don’t talk soon, I have to force it out of you. We’ll see what kind of torturer I am if you make me. I know you know all about what he said about me, our first date, and that last girlfriend of his – everything - and I’m not untying you until you tell me everything. Now, I don’t want you saying another word unless it’s information that I want. If you say anything else, you’ll be sorry.” 
“But I…” 
“One more word that’s not what I want to hear and I’ll lose my patience.” 
“Listen…” 
“That’s it!” Claudia yelled, surprising me with a quick burst of anger. She crouched down next to me, put one hand over my mouth, and reached into her bag with the other. She pulled out a role of thick black tape, and I as so startled that I bit her hand. Big mistake. 

She pulled away, her face tightened, and she smacked me. Not too hard, but enough to get my attention. Then she climbed onto my chest and tore off a piece of tape, very quickly. 
“You jerk! You’re not going to make this easy on yourself, huh? Fine!” Despite my trying to wriggle free, she forced the tape over my mouth. Then another. Another. When she stopped at 5, I couldn’t move or talk. 
“There! Bound and gagged! You want to do this the hard way, that’s fine with me!” 
I tried to shout that I couldn’t tell her anything with a gag in my mouth, and she picked up on it. 
“You’ll have plenty of time to talk in a few minutes. First, I think I have to show you that I mean business. I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” Claudia moved from my chest to my legs, pinning me below the waist, and giggled. “I’ve got just the torture for you. You’re not going to like it, but I have no choice. Ready? I know you’re ticklish!” 

I was – who isn’t? – and I began to scream “No!” Did no good, of course, and she started to giggle harder and she wiggled her fingers in front of, getting them closer and closer to my stomach. My eyes were bulging and I was in an all-out scream – behind the gag. 
“Let’s see if this refreshes your memory,” she hissed, and that’s when the tickling began. My stomach, armpits, chest, and ribs were being savagely tickled, and it felt like electric shocks. I thrashed like I never have before, begging her under the gag. Her fingers moved at lightning speed over my torso, but her face had only a small grin. Claudia was like an experienced, psychotic torturer. 
“I’m so sorry you don’t take me seriously, but I’m afraid my little hostage has a lesson to learn. I have no problem tickling you for the rest of your life – you seem to like it so much!” 

My face turned purple and I laughed and gasped and shrieked under the gag. The I felt the tears coming, rushing down my face and I was laughing and crying like a baby. 
With that, she stopped. She noticed the tears, grabbed one of my socks, and started to dab them with it. My face was hot and stinging and I was still laughing and sobbing under the gag. She ripped off the gag and I immediately began to scream, "NO, PLEASE NO MORE!! OH GOD NO MORE!!!" She looked at me with very little sympathy. 
"Poor baby. What's the matter? You can't handle a little tickle torture? It's only been 7 minutes. You don't like me tickling you? You must like it, you're laughing so hard? My hostage doesn't like being tickle-tortured? Awwwww..." 

“It’s such a shame. We could have been having dinner and could have gone to a movie. But you couldn’t tell me the truth, could you? But hey, if you’d rather I kidnap you, tie you, gag you, and tickle you to death, that’s fine to. I’m just getting started.” 
Suddenly she stopped, saw all my tears, shook her head and said, “Poor baby. I’ll tell you what. One more minute and then we can have our talk. Starting…now!” 
Claudia got to her feet, pulled her socks up, crouched down, and starting her rapid-fire tickling all over again. 
“No! No! No! No! I can’t! I can’t…” 
“All right, I promise I won’t tickle you anymore if you talk. Start talking.” 
It took about a minute for me to finally compose myself, my face burning with the tears, and I said (stupidly), “But I don’t KNOW anything!!! I swear it!” 
“Oh, that’s the wrong answer. This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?” 

She went upstairs, leaving me to lie on the floor, desperately trying to undo my ropes to no avail. She had tied me up like a professional kidnapper. I heard her on the phone, and by the time she got back downstairs 10 minutes later, I had composed myself. She padded down the stairs and sat on the floor next to me, sitting with her legs crossed. 
“Oh good, you’re ready to talk. What did Mark tell you?” 
“Claudia, I swear to God…” 
She reached down and used two fingers on each hand to tickle my hips, where I was even more ticklish. I screamed again, and she asked her question again. “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW! I SWEAR TO GOD, PLEAS E STOP!!!” This went on for a few more minutes, before she said, “Okay, time to go to work on your feet!” 

“No!” I screamed, starting to panic over my most ticklish spot. But she rolled me over, sat on the backs of my legs, and tickled my feet up and down, top and bottom, very methodically, all the while saying, “You must love being tickled! What did Mark tell you?! Tell me! Tell me!!!!!” 
This went on, on and off, for about 2 hours. It didn’t make me cry this time, because each time it got too bad she stopped for a second, allowing me to compose myself. 
Then, she sat on the couch with me on my back, put her feet on my stomach, wriggled her toes through her socks, and said, “Let’s see if my feet can jog your memory. Tell me!” And then she tickled me with her feet for 10 minutes, causing me to jerk and spasm like I’d stuck my finger in a light switch. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I couldn’t stop laughing. But her feet kept it up, and she never stopped piercing me with her amused, annoyed look. 

Finally, she stopped and I whimpered. She put her socks under my nose and said something like, “Are you getting the picture that I’m serious?” 
Around 9 p.m., she got up, walked across the room, and grabbed her boots. “Looks like I have to go home and get a change of clothes. I told you my feet hurt! You’ll pay for making me put my shoes back on!” 
She laced up her boots, reached into her bag, pulled out another pair of black socks, and gagged me with both of them. Then she got her black-leather jacket, crouched down over me, and said something to the effect of: 
“It’s 9 o’clock. I’ll be back by 11 – I’m going home, getting a change of clothes, and going to see Mark. He thinks I’m going to my aunt’s house for the weekend. When I get back, unless you’ve untied yourself – which you won’t, by the way – I’m going to take my shoes off, relax for a while, take your gag off, put you on the couch, and let you sleep for a few hours. 

“You’re such a tickling lightweight, you’re going to need it. Around 5 in the morning, I’ll wake you, put you on the floor, sit on top of you, and tickle you until you tell me everything. You think I was hard on you before? You’re ribs and feet and hips will feel like they’re on fire, and you’ll be begging me to listen to all you have to say! I’ll tickle you with my hands and my feet over every part of your body. Sorry, sweetie, this is the way it has to be.” 
With that, she left, and I wish I could tell you I got free, but I didn’t. Over the next 36 hours, she would feed me, let me go to the bathroom, and even loosened the ropes so I wouldn’t get hurt, but never enough to allow me to escape. When I tried to lock myself in the bathroom once, the punishment was 15 minutes of her placing her bare feet in a tray of ice cubes and putting them against my stomach. 

“You still don’t know that I mean business, do you?” she said after the ice torture, putting a pair of grey socks on and trying to warm her feet up. “You made my feet cold – you’ll pay for that, too. 10 minute break, then I start asking questions again.” 
For a few “questioning” sessions, she gagged me with the black socks she had been wearing, yelling, “I can’t believe you’re allowing yourself to be tortured like this! Are you stupid? If you come to your senses and want me to stop tickling you, wiggle you toes. Then, I’ll listen. Until then…” then the tickling would start again on my hips and ribs, with laughter turning to screams turning to shrieks turning to pleading gasps. I couldn’t believe that this friend of mind, who I thought was a docile as the day is long, was determined to tickle me to death. 

Finally, I wiggled my toes and Claudia eventually stopped the tickling. I told her stories that I had to dig down deep to remember – stuff Mark had sworn me never to tell – about past sexual escapades and very embarrassing screw-ups and high-jinks. I don’t know how, but the tickling literally forced it out of me – I’m not sure I could have remembered it otherwise, nor am I sure if I wanted to. I even made up a few stories just to get Claudia to stop tickling me. When I finally fessed up, it took a few hours, with her planting her foot on my chest while she sat on the couch and took notes while I tried to contain myself. (By the way - none of what I said caused her to break up with him or anything – she just wanted to know. Determined girl, she was.) 

Then, she gagged me with the socks again and gave me one final, hour-long tickling with her fingers and feet JUST because she said I lied to her about not knowing. This again caused me to laugh and cry like never before. She purred, “Poor baby. Maybe your next kidnapper will take it easier on you.” 
Sunday morning, when it finally ended, she took an entire roll of pictures of me bound and gagged on the floor. She then crouched down over be, fingering my neck and making me giggle exhaustedly, and said something like, “Breathe a word of this to anyone and EVERYONE will see these pictures. Everyone will learn how I kidnapped you, tied you up, gagged you, and tickled you half to death. You’ll be the laughing stock of campus. I’m going to loosen these ropes and you’re going to have to wriggle free. I’ll call you at exactly 2 o’clock today to make sure you’re free – if you’re not, I’ll come over and tickle you until you cry again!” 

“Next time you think of keeping a secret from Claudia, sweetie, think of how it felt to be tied up and tickled until you cried like a baby. I told you I’d find out what you knew.” 
With that, she loosed the ropes around my feet, then my wrists. She gagged me with a single piece of black tape, put her shoes on, and walked out. On the way out, I she yelled, “It’s been fun kidnapping you! You better untie yourself by 2 or I’ll tickle you so bad it will make the last 2 days look like nothing. Talk to you at 2!” 

And that was that. It took me about a half-hour to get free, and I felt shell-shocked and giddy and exhilarated and terrified for the next several hours. Claudia called me later and recapped the whole kidnapping on the phone, even asking me if her socks tasted good and still calling me “hostage.” We laughed about this for years, and while she would occasionally tickle me a little here and there, she never told anyone what she did, and nothing like this ever happened again. Not sure if I thoroughly enjoyed it, but we sure laughed a lot about it through the years. We still do, and this happened close to 10 years ago. To me, it’s a rather unique memory. 
That’s all. 
 

My story was a little different. I grew up in a predominantly retirement area in Central Florida. my parents both worked and so I was often at home alone, after school. I met and made friends with our neighbors both beside us and across the street. Mr. and Mrs. S lived across the street from us. They were both in their late 60's. I'd go over every so often and study at their house of just talk with them. At the time I was 11 or 12 ish.

One day I went in and Mrs. S was shopping. I spoke with Mr. S for a while and then he brought out some detective magazines he had and showed me some the cover and the stories. I had seen them lying around the house, in fact he had made comments to me one time when he found I was reading one. At some point he brought up did I think I could get undone from something like the way the model on the magazine was tied. I still remember the cover vividly, it was a woman hog-tied on a bed with her mouth taped and her skirt hiked up showing her panties. I took his coaxing and he got some clothesline from his garage. It didn't take long until I was on his bed hog tied. He didn't immediately gag me, he sat next to me for the longest time and we just talked about how it felt, what did I think of my situation, did I enjoy it and stuff like that. I think we both liked the thougth that I couldn't get out.

Finally he brought out this white tape and put taped a cloth in my mouth. After he did that he pulled up my skirt and peeked at me. I remember the feeling being thoroughly arousiung. I didn't understand it at the time but I was just very tingly. He left me for about 10-15 miutes. There was no way I could utter a word or get undone. Finally he came back and undid me. He mentioned this being our secret. I never told a sole until my husband. Mr. S and I played our game a many times often with me just being tied up and stting in a chair or on the coach and we would talk. 

His wife found out at some point and was initially upset but then got used to finding me all tied up every so often. In fact that was another thrill when she would come in. Something about being in that predicament and being caught was very much of a turn on for me. It was like our little game when we got interested. Somewhere out there are pictures he took I am sure. I had sen a couple pictures eh showed me at different of her in similar positions. Maybe his wife destroyed hers and mine after he passed way. I guess I hope so.

Don't you think that he just took advantage of you?

Well, just a thought.

My sister had this friend named Brittany who she was friends ever since childhood. Until recently, they had been friends. Brittany was known as a kleptomaniac (person who steals stuff). My sister knew this and wanted me to do something about it. (I am 22, my sister is 17 and Brittany is 15) 

So one day she lured Brittany into going into her room, knowing that if she saw something, she'd likely steal it. This was in the summer time. What me and my sister had planned would be that she would let Brittany borrow a CD, then tell her to put it back, but in the mean time, leave posters, a curling iron and another CD that my sister knew that she wanted and knew Brittany did not have.

Everyone was gone that day and Brittany knew it. I hid downstairs waiting for my sister to make the call to Brittany to come over and put the CD back. She made the call and told me to be ready. Brittany came in through the back door and went into my sisters room, I caught a glimpse of her from behind a door where I was hiding. She was wearing short shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. She was in my sisters room for longer than it would take to put a CD back. So I snuck into the room, almost right behind her. Sure enough, she was going through my sisters stuff.

"What are you doing?" I asked
Brittany was startled to say the least and said she was putting the CD sge borrowed from my sister back.

"No you weren't I was hiding behind the bathroom door, you came in 5 minutes ago, what took so long? You were looking to steal something weren't you?"

"No!" Brittany said.

"Well lets just look in your purse" - Sure enough there were 2 of my sisters CD's. "You are in big trouble" I told her.

"Please don't tell my parents" she pleaded. 

"Well what shall I do with you" I thought, "I have an idea" as I grabbed her and led her downstairs to the basement.

"What's going on?" she asked when I led her downstairs. 

"I have a deal for you. I am going to tie you up for stealing from my sister. If you somehow manage to get away, I won't tell anyone, and it will be our little secret, but if you don't, you tell anyone I did it I will deny it to the end and still narc on you" 

After giving it some thought (she really didn't have a choice) she agreed. 

"Kneel down and put your hands behind you" I told her. I then proceeded to tie her wrists with rope I already had cut into strips. "Try and get your elbows together" I told her as I tied her elbows together. I then proceeded to run rope under her breasts and above her breasts, to further secure her from trying to wriggle free.

"Stand up and sit on the couch" I told her. I then went and tied her ankles and just below and above her knees. She was secure and not going any place. 

"Are you comfy?" I asked. She nodded. "Such a bad girl for wanting to steal from my sister" I said as I went for the final piece to my masterpiece. 

"What are you going to do with that?" Brittany asked.

"You don't think I am going to leave you here ungagged do you?"

"I promise to be quiet" she pleaded. 

"I don't think so, just like you promised not to steal? Open wide now" Again, she didn't have no choice as she opened up, and I secured the gag between her teeth. 

"Now you don't go anywhere now, you hear? I figure I'll give you an hour to get free, if not you are free to go, but remember, if you tell anyone, I will get you again"

I then went over and watched TV for a while, every now and then looking over at her, she struggled a little bit, but knew that the rope and knots were too strong for her. She then go up and started hopping towards me. i knew this because the "mmphs" she let out got louder and louder. 

"Where are you going? You only have 15 minutes left! Don't be a bad girl now or I'll hogtie you and extend your time!!" 

She agreed and sat for the final 15 minutes. I then untied her and let her go. She never said anything to my sister and they actually didn't speak that much after that. She recently moved away so, my secret is safe!

Tim

Also, to Silent Simon: Do you plan to continue your story later?

When you get good make a rope with 2 cinche knots and hogtie yourself.

Those two are very gullible sometimes. I told them to sit back-to-back so I could show them "an exercise". They did without any questions and I also told them to hook each other's arms and they did that too. While they weren't looking I took a long piece of white cotton rope and tied their elbows together where they hooked their arms. I tied it very tight and they then knew what was going on. I tied their wrists seperately after that. I took some rope and started tying their bodies together. I went above and below the breasts and then wrapped some rope around their stomachs and I pulled everything really tight so they couldn't escape. I looped some rope around their breasts after that. Amanda has such a nice rack and wearing that sweater made them even bigger. I wrapped duct tape around their thighs, knees, and ankles seperately so then they were stuck. I made two ballgags out of tennis balls and shoved them in their mouths. They were done. Now I waited for Krista.

Krista arrived and I immediately got to work. I tied her almost like how I tied the other two but did a hogtie to her instead. I also gagged her the same way. I'm getting kind of tired so if you want I'll post some more later.

P.S. does anybody know where i can find a web site with a lot of picture of girls tied up but NO NUDITY? i can't find a nice clean site anywhere!

One afternoon I was over at my neighbor Ricky’s. Ricky is an odd boy who’s in my grade and I ‘ve known ever sense we were five. I go over to his house sometimes when I’m not doing anything cause I know he’s pretty much always home. 

I should explain that Ricky doesn’t really run with my crowd in that way. My mom calls him an introvert. Basically he’s not really that popular or outgoing, doesn’t go out much. He mostly sits in his room doing stuff with electronics pretending to be above all our kid stuff (some people think he’s stuck up). Like I said, he’s odd, but I also think he’s kinda cute and interesting because I don’t know anyone else like him.

So I was sitting in his room the other day, it was just the two of us in his house because his dad works till late and he doesn’t have any siblings. I like to sit on his bed, look at his comics and pester him while he’s busy “working’ (as he always says). His room is pretty cool, really big and it’s always dark, all these open circuit boards and electronics feeding into each other. I was wearing a t-shirt and low cut jeans that were pretty tight. I’m usually pretty flirty around him (it’s just the way I am sometimes), and I was asking him all this stuff and buzzing around his desk, casually brushing against him. He always tries not to notice, he’s one of those guys who doesn’t know how to flirt, but I can always tell that he gets excited. Then he said “I’m gonna have to put you in my dungeon if you don’t behave”, he said it smiling really fiendishly.
“Your dungeon?”, I asked, getting curious, “what’s that”.
“Sorry, the only way to find out is too be taken there.”
“Fine then, take me there.” I said. I felt like I was calling his bluff, but I was also hoping he was up to something more.
He took me by the hand and led me over to his dresser, “you’ll probably regret this decision” he said and then he tied a kerchief over my eyes and lead me out of his room.
There was definitely a change in the atmosphere from then on. He lead me through his house, going downstairs (to the basement I guessed), I felt lightheaded with anticipation, he continued talking as he lead me through his house and his voice was relaxing to me and I found myself obeying all of his orders. “Go down the stairs” he ordered, “Don’t put your hand on the railing. I’ll lead you.”
Ricky’s house I should mention, is huge. Lots of secret rooms and crawlspaces. I knew was taking me down to his basement which is like a maze. We’d been down there together a few times but there was lots I hadn’t seen.

He marched me into a corner where he brought me to a stop and then took my blindfold off. I started to ask something, but he clamped his hand over my mouth, and said gently “no talking for prisoners”. So I stood there silently. Then I turned around to see the room I was in, it was empty except for a table with some rope an a roll of duct tape on it, it occurred to me that Ricky must’ve prepared for this ahead of time, maybe he’d even done this before, but I couldn’t figure out who it would’ve been with. “Face forward, and stand still while I tie you up” Ricky ordered, “don’t look away from the corner.” I was starting to regret being taken to Ricky’s dungeon, but I found myself following his orders.
I could hear the sound of tape being torn off and I wanted to turn around and see what he was doing but I stayed put. He came up behind me and brought a strip over my head, stretching it tight and putting it over my mouth very tightly, he used his thumbs to secure the edges. I made a few small “mmph” just because he was tapping so tight, but other then that made no real protests. If he had asked to tape my mouth I never would’ve said yes but now that he did it I decided to just play along.
I expected him to start binding my arms now but instead he stepped back a bit. “ Show me your underwear”, he said. I couldn’t believe how brash he was being. A lot of people make the mistake of thinking Ricky is shy just be cause he’s quiet. I know just how commanding he can be but still I’d never seen this side of him. Usually I’m a pretty modest girl and I would never do something like this, but it was like he had hypnotized me, His voice was very relaxing and I was feeling very spontaneous after allowing myself to be gagged so I unzipped by jeans and pulled them down just enough to give him a peak. I don’t wear really sexy underwear like thongs or anything like that but it’s still a little revealing. While I was doing this I though to myself “ I am under your spell.”
I gave him a quick peak and then brought my jeans back up. I wondered if he’d reprimand me for not waiting to be told but he didn’t, probably because he didn’t think to.
“Turn around” he said, and I turned around to face him. I got my first good look at the room the floor was a lot cleaner than I’d expected but also looked like it might be cold and hard, I hoped I wouldn’t be bound lying down.
“How do you feel? “ He asked and I said “Mmmphmmmhm”.
“Good”, he said, “Do you like the tape?” and I said “Mmnhhmmm”. I wasn’t even trying to make words, I was just playing along with his game.
“Now, bring me that rope on the table.” Once again I followed his orders and brought the rope over to him, even though he was closer and it was just going to be used to tie me up.
He made me turn around again and he tied my wrists together. Ricky’s always been very good with his hands so I knew he’d do a good job binding me and I was a little bit afraid he’d do too good a job. After my wrists were bound he still had some rope left so he wrapped it around my belly and tied my arms in place like that.
Ricky stood back to admire the job he’d done, I was totally helpless, bound hand and mouth. I tried to see if I could get my mouth free from the tape but found it was very secure. I was surprised because I once put tape on my mouth myself to see if it would really stop me from talking but found I could get it off fairly easily without the use of my hands. This must’ve been a different kind of tape though because it wouldn’t give. I tried to make as much noise as I could but my cheeks just filled with air. Ricky smiled at his handy work. He directed me over to a wall and told me to stay put while he found something to tie my feet with. I squatted down against the wall and waited for him to return. I thought about what my friends would say if they saw me like this. I definitely could’ve thought it out more before volunteering to go to “the dungeon”. But I also found being made helpless and held against my will by a cute boy to be fun, 
It took Ricky awhile to get back with a coil of rope. “I should hog tie you”, he said and I moaned, “ but the this floor is uncomfortable so I’ll let you sit up.” He bound by thighs and ankles and then tied them together so I couldn’t move my legs at all. He was looking mighty pleased with himself. “Now try to escape” he said.
I wiggled and squirmed but it was no use, I knew I wouldn’t be able to escape and I felt very foolish with him watching in amusement but I also liked playing along. He kept me that way for about ten more minutes and then ( after a few teases) he finally let me go. I tried to play it cool and just act natural but I just couldn’t look at him the same after being bound and gagged. It wasn’t really shame, it’s hard to explain and I’m sure a lot of you have felt the same way before.
I’d never been to this site before but when I got home I did a search for tie up games and stuff like that. I mostly got a bunch of really weird creepy sites but I’m glad I found you guys and I really like reading your stories.

What happened later? Did you just sit thare, and he later untied you?

Well I was babysitting George (11 year old...short) friday night and we just finished watching Scary Movie 2 on DVD so I had this idea of tying him up and tickling him...Now george loves to be tickled so he obviously agreed (this was not the first time I've tied him up and tickled him...So I got out some rope and tied his wrists behind his back and his ankles to join up and form a simple hogtie...then I took out a feather from my backpack and started to stroke the soles of his feet. He started to giggle and squirm a little bit then I started to jab his sides and he began to writhe about helplessly on the bed as my tickle assult continued. Then all of a suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and tossed me on a blanket on the floor, then he quickly rolled me up in the blanket and tied the whole thing up with rope and duct tape...when I looked up it was Caleb! (George's older brother who was supposed to go to a party that night)

"Nice work bro" George said "Now untie me so we can tickle him!"

"Nah...I think I'll tickle you both" Caleb replied
"What! But I thought we had a dea...l...hahahaha!" Caleb had started tickling george's exposed feet and mine too...we were both drowned in giggles, he continued to tickle us for about an hour more then finally gave up and untied us...then we ordered pizza and hung out until their parents came home then I left...George and I got out revenge on Caleb...but that's another story...

so anyways listen
i told my bro that i wanted to be tied again b/cuz he does that for me a lot and its fun. he said okay sure, and he took me to the bathroom and put me inside and told me to get undressd and wrap a big towel over myself. i did that and i put on a blue big towel wrapped around me and tucked it in and then came out. he lead me to the garage and he told me to lie on my stomach - but hes nice and he said wait a second, and took out a sleeping bag and let me lay on top of that insted of the concret floor. 

and i lied there while he wrapped this thin rope around my ankles and he crossed my ankles while doing this.. he wrapped more rope around them and then tightened it up and asked 'is that okay, but tell me if its too tight' and i said 'no thats okay i dont mind if its tight this time.

he finished with my ankles and then tied my knees tight as well. he also went between my legs with the rope before he kniotted it. after he was done with my legs he wrapped more around my ankles again and knotted it and cut the end off. i was getting anxious so i told him 'hurry up okay.' he started layughing a little and poked me on my feet.

okay and after he was done he said 'put your arms behind your back ok' and i did it. he crossed my wrists and wrapped them together with a loooot of rope this time lol. it was really tight and i couldnt move them, and even still he wrapped more between my wrists and then around again. then he cut the end and knotted it. he pulled my feet up as much as he could get them to my wrists, they couldnt touch b/cuz im not that flexible (hey im an athlete during school but i cant do THAT lol) and wrapped rope around my ankles then up to my wrists. he went around both my wrists and my ankles a bunch of times even though they werent touchin or nuthin.. but there was a thick rope strand connecting my arms and my legs now so i couldnt do nuthing anyways. it felt real cozy and i started to giggle cuz he was now poking my feet a bit. but it hurt a bit now cuz my arms were pulling on my legs to keep them up, but i didnt care and he asked if i was alright and i said 'its all good' and started laughing.

he said 'do you want a gag or not and im gonna go back to my room for awhile' i said 'bring it on!' in a manly voice and he laughed with me. he went to a drawer in the garage and took out a long white rag from a bucket. i said 'is it cleaned?' and he said 'yeah its new' and i opened wide my mouth. he came from behind to be silly and cleavegaged me with it real tight. i could still talk a little cuz cleavegags dont work too well without packing but he didnt wanna pack my mouth cuz he was gonna be going to his room and its not safe like that. it was fun trying to make sounds thorugh the gag and he laughed. he tightened it a little more then made a knot. he tightened hte knot and made a second knot (these knots are behind my head ok not in my mouth lol so youre not confused)

anyway he said 'okay im gonna go for a bit but ill come bak and untie you later, have fun sis' and he poked my toes and left me to struggle there for 20 minutes. i basically spent the whole time rolling around a bit and making noises thrugh my gag and humming songs. i couldnt go anywhere lol i was tied up.
after like 15 of those minutes the towel came untucked so i didnt wanna roll around naked on the floor so i just stayed still only making noises now and not moving too much. he came back in and untied me and i quickly tucked my towel back in when my hands were free. he helped me out of the rest of the rops and helped me up even though i was okay on my own (hes very nice to me :) and that was all we did that day other than a little tickling later on but that was just what he did while we watched movies and he was trying to bug me so he was poking me while we sat. that was a very funny day

hey i still need more email - not spam, lol send me comments and stuff and ill reply i think :-D yo baybe! lol i have some morestories and stuff but not for today for later k? peace

And we had all sorts of equipment. We would use ties, ropes, tape, bandanas, ace bandages whatever. Hey, it all worked.

To up the ante, if the one who got tied got loose, he had his way with the other and we would do all kinds of crazy thing to each other.

One day a couple of girls came by after I had James all trussed up. They wanted to know if we were gay and of course we replied negatively and that we were just having fun. We do this all the time. I told the girls that we were into sports and that being tied up was part of a contest. Whoever lost, got tied up.

Checking us out, the girls noted how athletic we looked and then challenged us. They asked us if we only tied up guys and if we would like to tie them up. I smiled and said of course. I had tied up my girlfriend many times.

One of the girls was named Pat and she indicated that since James was already tied up she would like to tie me up and if I got loose, I would get to tie her and James could tie up her girlfriend Carla.

I looked over at James and askes him what he thought. He agreed verbally and smiled. He liked, no, loved the idea. Tying each other up was fun, but getting these girls who were both knockouts really appealed to us.

Pat and Carla went over to James to check out his bonds. They challenged him to get loose. James indicated that my knots were tight and he was secure although he has slipped out a time or two.

I mentioned to Pat that James and I always had a sporting event first and whoever lost got tied up first. Pat looked at me, noticed a ping pong table and suggested a game of ping pong. I agreed and we went at it while James sat inhis chair helplessy bound and Carla looked on with a sinister smile.

Pat smoked me in ping pong! It was no contest. But then, I never really practiced ping pong that much either.

Pat then asked me what equipment I had available. I showed her the ropes, tape and so on. Pat said she would be right back and went out to her car.

Pat came back with a duffle bag that was loaded. She unzipped the bag and told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I thought she was moving pretty fast and told her so. Her reply was something to the effect of no time to waste and no time like the present.

I stopped for a second and then told Pat that I really didn't know her that well, in fact not at all. She then called me a chicken and pretended to lose interest and walk out and away.

"What are you going to do to me once I am at your mercy?" I asked. Pat just smiled and reaffirmed that it would just be a game to see if I could get loose and if I did, I get to tie her and James would get to tie up Carla.

PAT then again demanded that I turn around and put my hands behind my back.

I complied and soon I felt loops of rope going around my wrists. Then Pat pulled the rope up under my armpit and over my shoulder and did the same with my other arm. She then crisscrossed the rope behind my back and in front of my chest then around my chest and shoulders. I couldn't move a muscle literally.

Pat then pulled out somemore rope and then proceeded to tie my feet then pulled the rope up and around my waist forming a loop and then pulled the rope between the loop and crisscrossed around my legs. If that wasn't enough, Pat got somemore rope and put it around my thighs. At this point I heard James yell out something and had just noticed that Carla was doing exactly the same thing to him over his already well tied and immobile bonds.

Pat said something about making it interesting and would not make it easy. James and I had never tied each other this securely. Ia sked Pat where she had learned to tie so well. She only said that she had a lot of practice. Carla then blurted out that they both had a lot of practice and that they were female DOMS!

At this point all I could think was Ugh oh!

I have friends in Sweden, Denmark and Norway, and when in each others company, all that matters in having fun.

NOTE: For the privacy of all of the people involved in this (and any other) posting(s) i make, the names have been changed and are completely fictional.

I am not giving contact details, as I am not the most popular person in my school, and if anyone found out i would never live it down - even though most of the people who would make my life hell would probably have a bondage fetish themselvees. :D

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It was summer 2001, and i had taken the penultimate week off school to attend the yearly viking market in norway. 

The viking camp we went to had various features, including a full size viking longhouse.

I was looking forward to seeing my friends Mary, Rebecca, Sara and Tom (same age as me, Norwigan).

Normally, the games we played involved giving eeach other rides in the metal luggage carts that the viking camp had, swimming in the lake, archery and rowing the log canoes in the lake. (we even capcised on once - it was a heavy f&&&er, so when we had to get it out the lake which only had mud as a bottom, that you sank into as soon as you trod on it, we ended up spending the day heavin it out and all ended up drenched.

This time, i was in for a surprise! 

We all were wearing our viking costumes, as we were effectivly participants in a display (as the public would be allowed to wander round the camp between 11:00 and 4:00.). 

We were playing chasing two of the smaller kids on the camp, and sara had driven into them that i was the "Big, Bad, Monster". so i played upon this chasing them all. 

I then went to the doorway in the longhouse (i was standing just inside the longhouse) and i saw one of the smaller kids with sara pointing to the reel of rope that was used to cordon off the door. The smaller kids both muttered in Norweigan to Sara somthing that i didnt understand as i dont speak "Norsk", but I was able to predict what was being said. then when Sara said "ja" (yes) and reached for the rope, i ran into the longhouse. 

Sara then came with the kids after me. If the others were there, they may have saved me, but there was only me, sara and the two kids. 

Sara then wipped the rope hard off my back, and i fell to the ground (I still havent got her back for that - it hurt like hell). on the floor in pain, sara approached me, and then pulled my hands behind my back. She then tied my hands, boefre tieing my ankles with another length of rope. 

Her and the two kids then loaded me innto one of the luggage carts, and one of the kids climbed in on top of me to hold my mouth closed, and the other threw her plastic raincoat over us to stop me seeing where i was going. 

The next thing i knew, i was in the forest - far from the camp. 

Sara (who i have alway had a bit of a crush on) then lifted me out the cart, and tied me to a tree.

Then both the kids and her started tickling me. 

The kids then left, and me and Sara were alone. Sara then started touching my personal areas (The detail of this is not suitable for posting here), and i started to struggle. 

I eventually got free, and wrestled her to the ground. I got the rope and tied her tight - i then made her swear not to tell ANYONE about this.

I then loaded her into the cart and gagged her with her hair tie (and i love the way she looked with her blonde hair and her gag).

I then made her point the way back to the camp, and left her in the carpark on display to the public - revenge is a dish best served cold.

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There you have it, my story.

I may post more in future, but that is it for now.

Thanx for reading

And what was tickled - feet? Sides?

Did you ever find out how people reacted when they saw her on public display?

Anyway, thanks for the story. It's pretty fun.

Here is my story, hope you enjoy it.

I was oly 13 at the time and had the hots for this cute chic named Vicky. We lived in a midwestern town. After school or a movie we would meet at the local dairy. We had a lot of fun in school too.

It was during the summer that I got my first full treatment in bondage. Vicky told me that she was getting a job picking strawberries, the only work available for kids our age and asked me if I was interested in earning some money and working with her. It would be a lot of fun she told me.

Earning money appealed to me but being around Vicky really appealed to me. Even at 13, Vicky was built, had nice buns and her upperbody was beginning to develop. She had dirty blonde hair and was cute as a button.

So we worked all afternoon picking strawberries. Very soon, Vicky and I decided that it was time for a break. We walked away from our group and went out on our own. Close by was a wooded area. I though we were going to get some shade under a tree.

I noticed that Vicky was carrying a bag. Whatis in the bag I thought to myself. I was soon to find out.

Finally, we found a nice spot. Vicky pulled out some sandwiches and a thermos of iced tea. All I had was some strawberries. 

Vicky and I sat there for awhile enjoying the shade and cooling off and talking. Pretty soon Vicky asked me if I had watched tv the night before. She then told me about a show that she had watched where a couple of farm girls had overpowered one of the Duke boys on the Dukes of Hazard and left him tied and gagged.

I was curious where Vicky was going with this and more said "So what? Did he get loose?"

Vicky totally ignored my question and told me that that scene really excited her and how she had this compulsion to tie somebody up. Then looked over at me with piercing eyes.

Vicky told me how much fun it would be and that she wouldn't tie me too tight. At this point I figured we better get back to work and told Vicky that I would think about it.

As we went back to picking strawberries I kept thinking about Vickies proposition. Everytime I looked at her she would smile at me. At times she would grab my hands tightly and other times puther hand over my mouth. Our supervisor noticed and we both got yelled at.

Soon the job for the day was completed and Vicky was right by me. She had that look in her eye and indicated that she was ready and she had found the perfect spot.

Vicky then opened her bag to show me several loops of rope and winked at me.

We lived closeby so walked home. All the way home Vicky kept talking about this tie up game. She was excited and so was I. Although I didn't initially tell this to Vicky, I had long had a passion for a tie up game. Many of friends told me how much fun they had but they w guys tieing up guys. To be tied up by a girl, now that would be fun and status too. Now I would have bragging rights.

Vicky's parents had a 25 ft. motor home parked behind their house. Vicky already had the key and led me into the motor home. I wondered why she didn't just leave the ropes inside the motor home insted of carrying them around. She told me that her parents might be around and if that was the case, the tie up game would take place somewhere else.

This was my first time inside of a motor home. I thought her family was be millionaires to own both a house and a motor home plus several beautiful cars to boot.

I asked Vicky how she wanted to play this. Did she want me to fight her off or what? She said to turn around and she would pretend to hit me with something and I would pretend to be knocked out while she restrained me.

Playing along I let her hit me with a frying pan (lightly) and feigned being knocked out and fell tot he floor on my back. Vicky rolled me over to my stomach (with my help) and then pulled by arms up with my hands behind my back. She started to lightly tie me. Feeling the ropes being tied by Vicky really excited me. Thank God I was on my stomach!

Then Vicky yelled the heck with this and really yanked on the ropes and started to tie them tightly. I yelled and let Vicky know that it was tight almost to the point of being uncomfortable.

At this pont Vicky's mother came by and yelled to Vicky. Vicky quickly placed her palm over my mouth and responded to her Mom. Her Mom wanted to know who yelled and Vicky said she had the portable tv on at which point she turned it on and off. Her Mom simply said to be careful and that supper would be ready in a 1/2 hr. or so. Ummm, supper I thought?

Vicky removed her hand and asked me to sit on the chair. She then tied my feet together and the with another piece of rope tied my feet to my hands in a sort of seated hogtie.

She then went into another part of the the motor home and came back with more rope. This time she tied it around my chest and shoulders going round and around. It was wierd because I was being tied up and loving it (remember I was only 13) Vicky just sat there and smiled at me. She asked me how it felt and I then told her that my fantasy was to be tied up. My pals had told me about it and they wanted to tie me but it would be more fun with a female. 

About this time Vicky's Mom called out again and yelled that supper was ready. Okay great I thought.Now I get to eat. Wrong! Vicky said she had to go eat now, and that she would save me something. Her Mom lets her come out here often.

Then Vicky reached inside her bag and pulled out a red bandana. Rolled it several times and then cleave gagged me. "Good luck getting loose" she told me. "I'll be back after supper." Vicky then pulled a curtain across the area that I was in. The last sound I heard was Vicky locking the door to the mobile home. Here I was all alone in a mobile home. A 13 year old, bound and gagged and helpless.

Just for the heck of it, I tried to get loose. No luck. Vicky had tied me well. I tried to move my feet but doing that pulled on the rope that was attached from my feet to my hands and really hurt. I heard some kids outside. Under normal circumstances I could have yelled for help but this damn cleave gag really ended all hopes for that. All I could get out was a low mmmmpphh. I could barely hear myself. Strange as it seemed, this whole thing was turning me on. 

About 20 minutes later who walks in but Vicky and her Mother! I was about to find out that I was not the first victim. Vicky's Mom looked at me and said time for duettes. Duettes, I thought? 

Vicky's Mom had Vicky turn around and she proceeded to tie her daughter up. Exactly as Vicky had tied me.

"This will be like the Dukes of Hazard episode when Daisy Duke and her brother get tied up." Interesting, although I was hoping to be the one to tie up Vicky.

Vickies Mom had her sit in another straight chair and got it as close to me as possible, back to back. I was kind of hoping that I could see Vicky and wanted to tell Vicky's Mom that, but that darn gag prevented me from saying anything understandable.

Vicky and her Mom were talking nonstop during this whole scenario untill I heard Vicky's speech turn to a mmmphh and knew that now we were both bound and gagged.

At this point, the door opens and who comes in but Vicky's dad. "What in the blazes is going on here." He shouted. "We can't have this you know."

I looked at Vicky's Mom she was very pretty. An attractive 35 something. Looked like an older version of Vicky. Her Dad grabbed the ropes from Vicky's Mom and started to tie Vicky's Mom up! I thought what is this, The Bondage Family? There were nomore chairs so Vickies Mom got to sit on the couch after hands were tied behind the back. The MRS. started to talk to her husband in a language that was too adult for a 13 year old. 

"Can't have you talking dirty in front of these kids." At which point he cleave gagged the Mrs.

Now there were three of us, Vicky, her Mom and me all bound and gagged. I remember thinking I hope no robbers come by.

Obviously Vicky's Mom had more experience in these situations and had started to work her gag off. Undaunted, the Mr. pulled her gag back on this time even tigher and then plled out another bandana and put that over the mouth and over the cleave gag. Then grabbed another and placed that up higher to Vicky's Mom's nose. Go ahead and talk now. I don't know if she was trying, but I couldn't hear a word.

Vicky's Dad looked at me and said not to worry. That they played these games all the time. Vicky usually gets tied up by her older brother and actually has asked her Mom to tie her up. Then he said he was going to eat and would be back.

Nice guy! Well at least he brought the food back to make sure we were all right. Then he proceeded to give a bondage seminar. He said never to leave anyone like this alone for too long. He also said that cleave gags are the best and safest kind of gag to use and far more comfortabe than duct tape. He went on to say that he likes the over the mouth gags too and other things that we were too young to know about that he and the Mrs. did.

All I could think is how long would they keep me like this? And I looked at the Mrs. with her triple gag and tied so nicely and wanted so badly to see Vicky.
 
 

He went on to say that Vicky had learned well. I had been tied tightly but with a nylon type of rope that didn't cut into my skin. It was tight but not so tight as to cut off my circulation. The gag was soaking up my saliva but surprsingly felt comfortable. I was gald that Vicky didn't use duct tape.

The Mr. went over to Vicky's Mom and asked her to yell for help as loud as she could. I say the Mrs. body vibrate so obviously she gae it all she had in her but all we heard was a slight mmmph. VICKY'S dAD WENT ON TO SAY NOW THAT IS THE SIGN OF A GOOD, SOLID GAG! I couldn't speak but agreed by nodding.

"When you gag someone, don't ever stuff something in their mouth like they do on tv and in movies. That is dangerous." said Mr. Bondage. "Those actors know what they are doing and use special stuff. Besides,with camera tricks and out takes that stuff doesn't stay in their mouths very long anyway."

I couldn't believe that this guy was talking'bondage like a math teacher teaches the multiplication tables.

He then took the first over the mouth bandana off Mrs. Bondage mouth, then the second one and then again asked the Mrs. to yell for help. This time we heard her a little louder but the cleave gag restrained her voice magnificently.

Mr. Bondage then removed the cleave gag from the Mrs. She roled her jaw around and moistened her lips with her tongue. Mr. then gave the Mrs. a drink of water and then took my gag off and offered me a drink as well. I then heard Vicky mmmphhing when Mr asked; "How long has she been like that?" Mrs. respnded "about 20 minutes. Johnny has been tied the longest."

"Ah, she can wait then." 

Mr. Bondage then grabbed a rolled up panty hose, placed it on the Mrs. mouth and then did another over the mouth gag.

"Now try to talk!" he challenged. Again the Mrs. could only get a few mmmphs out. Hardly audible and could only be heard by us, barely.

He took that gag off and then pulled out a thick and wide ace bandage.

"Honey used to be a nurse and that is how we discovered this technique. This is the type of ace bandage that is used in hospitals for people with broke legs. They are tick and wide."

He then proceeded to wrap the ace bandage over his wife's mouth over and over, crisscrossing and then finally tugging very hard and then tieing it off.

"Go ahead honey, yell for help." 

We couldn't hear anything. The Mrs. was totally silent although b her eyes and body movements she was really trying very hard to speak.

"This on is my favorite." he told us. "This renders someone totally silent as you can see. And it's safe and relatively comfortable too. If I were going to keep this on, I would place something between her mouth and the bandage to avoid skin burns."

Mr. Bondage then pulled the ace bandage off. I remmeber thinking; "Ah shucks. What's the hurry?" Vickie Mom was a knockout. Reminded me of a younger version of Michelle Pfeiffer only with a longer pointed nose, but very attractive.

He untied Mrs. feet, placed a ski mask over the Mrs. head and said he would be going into the house to have some fun with the Mrs.

"You know about the birds and the bees don't you?" He asked. I said "off course."

Then he came over to me and started to untied my hands and the ropes around my chest.

"You can finish the rest and have some fun with Vicky, but remember, only Kid's stuff. I'll be back to check on you."

"Yeah, sure you'll be back." I though to myself. The look in his eyes told me that he would be busy for a long time but then again I was only 13 at the time, anxious to score but still a virgin.

Mr. Bondage walked out of the motor home and before closing the door pointed at me and reminded me that he would not tolerate any funny stuff and would be back. "Have fun, but make it clean fun." He said.

Once I untied my feet, I immediately looked at Vicky and was admiring my bound and gagged captive. What should I do with her? 

I was dating this cute chic named Adrian for a couple of months. She had a home gym with a treadmil, weights, pulleys, lifecyles and mats. On this day, she was into yoga. Her regime was to weight train 3 days per week. Do some aerobics 3 days per week and practice yoga at least 3-4 days per week usually after aerobic exericse.

Adrian and I had watched the movie Birthday Girl with Nicole Kidman. If you have seen the movie you know it's about a shy banker who meets Nicole's character as a pen pal. When they meet Nicole shoves a bondage book in front of this guy and they get it on. The plot changes and both Nicole and this guy get kidnapped, tied and gagged (Nicole get's the treatment twice!!) Well anyway, Adrian and I had talked about this and practicing our own bondage scene with one contingency; becuase she was a devout catholic, there could be no sex...only rope fun. Even at that she was iffy about it.

I told Adrian that the best way was to surprise her. I would make my move when she least expected it. We would have safety signals and I would stop as soon as she signalled.

Adrian still was iffy but curious. Finally she agreed and said the best way was not to let her know when it was coming.

Unbeknownst to Adrian, in my gym bag, I had some extra items, several pieces of rope, tape and a bandana. I also had ace bandages known as super wraps that powerlifters use. They are triple the thickness (and strength) of regular ace wraps.

When Adrian goes into yoga, like most yoga practioners, she goes into a deeply relaxed state of meditation. That would be my cue. I would wait untill she was really into it. The fact that she had already taken aerobic workout and was fatigued further simplified the situation for me.
 

Adrian is petite at around 5'6. Brown hair. Really fit, trim but also developed. She was/is a beauty. 

Adrian had just done a lotus and know was stretching with both her hands interlocked behind her back, leaning forward and stretching her arms way up in the air almost up to her head. This gal was very flexible, but was about to be restricted very soon.

She sat up bringing her arms back down but still with her hands interlocked. She then repeated this movement again this time pulling her her arms even higher. Then back down.
She took deep breathes and the lookin her eyes told me that she was very, very relaxed.

"Getting those kinks out from yesterdays weight workout?" I asked.

Adrian didn't repsond so I knew the time was right. She was deep into her level and totally unaware that I was there.

I grabbed one of the ropes out of my gym bag and slowly walked behind Adrian. Her hands were already interlocked so it made my job even easier. I made a loop with the rope and quickly slipped it over Adrians interlocked hands and pulled. Finally Adrian responded and turned around glazly eyed.

"Gotcha!" I exclaimed. "How is my birthday girl doing? Are you ready for this? I am"

"You, You, You!!! You're ruining my workout. Couldn't you wait?"

"Nope. Told you it would be a surprise." I proudly told Adrian while tying her arms up with the rope and making a tight knot.

"Heck, you can finish your yoga later. I promise you that you will not be going anywhere for quite awhile."

Adrian started to roll her neck around and seemed content that she was captured and was enjoying this whole thing despite the interruption in her yoga workout.

I then went back into my gym bag and pulled a brand new nylon clothesline and laid it down on the floor. It was still in the bag unopened.

"What are you going to do with that?" Asked Adrian. 

"You'll see. But first I have to tie you feet."

I then grabbed another piece of rope and tied her feet together. At this point Adrian was resisting slightly, moving her feet around and making me work. So I leaned softly on her legs rendering them immobile while I tied her feet.

"You like to stretch and practice yoga, well I have a good position for you." 

I then rolled Adrian over on her stomach. Pulled out the new clothesline and starting tieing Adrian around her elbows, then around her wrists and finally around her feet then pulled on the rope putting her into a tight hogtie.

"How is that?"

"Is that the best you can do? I expected more. You know I am very flexible. This is no challenge." Then Adrian started laughing.

"Funny huh? "I'll fix that quick!" at which point I placed a piece of duct tape across her big mouth.

I then loosened the rope and pulled harder making it tighter. As I did this I heard Adrian mmmpph.

"Are you okay?"

Adrian mmmpped and nodded yes while smiling at me with her eyes. 

Gagging her wasn't enough so now I went into my gym bag, grabbed the bandana and blindfolded her with it. 

"Remember the safety signal?" I asked. Adrian nodded to the affirmative. 

Adrian, like most people practices yoga in bare feet. This was my chance. Those cute little feet sticking up in the air just waiting to be teased. Adrian wiggled from side to side but was helpless to do anything to stop me.

Adrian had a feather that she kept in her desk in the gym. I went over and had a high old time tickling her nose and cheeks with that.

"Hey Birthday Girl, how ya doing?

"MMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!"

I let loose of the hog tie but kept Adrian tied and gagged and blinfolded. I then picked her up and carried her to another part of the house. Being blindfolded, she had no idea where we were going and that made this deal all the more fun. Of course Adrian was mmmmppphhing all the way which also made the whole thing more fun and stimulating to me.

"Want me to take off your gag? I asked. Adrian nodded yes.
"No way! I like you better with your mouth shut!"

"Want me to take off your blindfold?" Again Adrian nodded yes and again I responded negatively.

"That will spoil all the fun."

I walked Adrian around the house so she had no idea where she was. In fact I had walked her right back into the gym.

I set Adrian on the floor for a brief moment while I was preparing more fun for Adrian.

Then I untied her hands but obviously I am much stronger than Adrian ( I am 5'10 220 lbs ) I then placed her on top of a weight bench and slipped her right hand into a wrist strap that I had tied around the bench press station. Then I did the same with her left hand. Then I ran duch tape around the open area of the wrist strap leaving no gap for Adrian to wiggle her hands free. I then tied a rope around
Adrians feet fastening it underneath the bench to the support bar on the right side and did the same on the left side.

I gently pulled the tape off Adrians mouth and asked she was doing. Before she could answer, I gently kissed her and then regagged her with the tape.

"Remember the safety signal?" I asked. She nodded yes but made no attempt to use so I knew she was okay.

The only downside was Adrians religion and making me promise "No Sex" God I was turned on and ready, but unfortunately on this board, I have to be careful.

Finally, after about 20 minutes or so, Adrian began snapping her fingers, the safety signal we agreed on. I quickly ungagged her and asked her if she was all right. She said yes, but she had enough. Then she smiled at me and said; "you devil, you caught me totally surprised. But wait, your time is coming!"

"Can't wait!" was my response. And that is another story. So are the other times that I caught Adrian.
 

Here's a little story for x-mas! 

During my teens I played a lot of tie-up games. Most of the stories are 
posted on this site in the archives. I have recently spent some time 
transferring those stories to my new computer and re-reading them gave me 
the urge to tell one more.

For those of you who don’t know my friends I’ll give you a quick 
introduction:

From age ten to fourteen I spent my summers with the neighbouring kids 
in the summerhouse area where my parents had a house. My best friend was 
Joe, my age. He was a dark-haired boy with brown eyes, always a little 
smaller in size than I was. His two cousins, Sarah and Jenny always took 
part as well. Sarah was my age, had reddish brown hair and a freckled 
button nose and green eyes. Her sister Jenny was one year older, a classic 
beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes. Both girls were very athletic and 
played in several school teams. 

Our games started as simple cowboy and Indians stuff where prisoners were 
tied up, but developed into more complex games of revenge and re-revenge 
where the central thing of the game was the tying ...and the tickling of 
the prisoners.

It was Joe, Jenny and Sarah that thought me the beauty of going barefoot 
during the summer. They were nearly always barefoot around the house, on 
the beach and usually also in the woods. Naturally this fact made it 
natural to tickle the bound prisoner as he or she was barefoot. Our 
different ways of tickletorture escalated during the games when everyone 
tried to be better than their opponents had been before them. The most 
competitive were the two sisters, who both loved to tickle each other as 
hard as they could and of course they were both terribly ticklish and 
suffered as much when they were on the receiving end.

At first the games were quite innocent. A prisoner was taken, tied up and 
occasionally suffered a little tickle-torture. Later Joe invented the 
hog/tie and who could resist a hog-tied barefoot prisoner whose bare 
soles were just waiting to be tickled? 

We also invented new and cunning ways to leave the prisoners tied up. 
Usually a bound prisoner had one hour to escape. For every game we tried 
to use a new position to leave the prisoner in. Bound to a tree near an 
anthill, hog-tied in a dark cellar or in an abandoned house or standing 
with your bound arms hoisted behind you were some of the ways we tied each 
other. These games took place twenty-five years ago, long before any of us 
had even heard of bondage-pictures. It’s amazing to find many of the 
positions we as kids "invented" in pictures posted on different bondage 
sites today.

We played a lot of kidnapping games where two of us would kidnap the other 
two, only to fall victim of retaliation later. The best games took place 
the two summers when me, Sarah and Joe were thirteen to fourteen and Jenny 
was fourteen to fifteen. I wont bother you with more dull stuff about us, 
but tell a story that is very significant for the competitive rivalry 
between Sarah and Jenny.

Our headquarters was in The L’ family’s boathouse. We were allowed to have 
sleepovers there quite often and the upper floor was nice with a sofa, 
a few easy-chairs and mattresses we could roll out and sleep on. When we 
had nothing to do due to bad weather or boredom we usually hung out there. 
Very often these occasions ended with some of us being tied up. This day 
was one of those. 

We had spent the day on the beach playing Frisbee, tanning ourselves and 
playing in the lake. We had a few hours to kill after dinner before it was 
bedtime. Tired from the day in the sun we were sprawled on the sofa and 
floor reading comics. Joe and I had jeans and T-shirts, our usual uniform 
for summer evenings. Sarah had faded and patched Levi’s and a sleeveless top. 
Remember this was the late seventies and jeans had rather wide legs, but 
Sarah always preferred the fifty’s style with straight legs and she liked 
them rolled up a few turns. She had her reddish brown hair in her favourite 
style braids. Jenny always had a preference for sweatpants or tracksuit 
bottoms of the more baggy style, she wore a pair of white Adidas pants 
with a rather short sleeveless top. She had her long blonde hair in a lose 
ponytail where several strands were hanging lose by the sides of her face. 
As usual we were all barefoot.

Sarah was phenomenal at teasing her sister and pissing her off when we had 
nothing to do. She would give smart remarks and being a general pain in 
the ass. I always believed this was her way of starting a tie-up game, and 
of course it worked. Jenny was about 1.70 m. and Sarah only 1.60. Jenny was 
also stronger than her sister, but they were equal when it came to 
determination. When Jenny had heard enough from her bratty sister she 
threw herself over Sarah and started to tickle her. Sarah fought back but 
was soon on her back, her arms pinned down by Jenny’s knees and Jenny 
tickling her ribs. Jenny continued until Sarah was nearly out of breath, 
then flipped her panting sister over on her stomach and forced her arms 
behind her back.

-Throw me that rope, she said to us, indicating a coil of rather harsh 
hempen rope that lay on a table. We were never short of binding materiel 
in the boat house. 

Sarah was still out of breath and offered no opposition as Jenny started 
tying her hands behind her. She did three turns around each wrist, then 
going around both wrist crossing the rope between them and finally 
cinching the rope. Sarah’s hands were now perfectly tied side by side, 
palms out. Jenny continued by tying her sisters bare feet together and 
cinching that rope too. Sarah was ordered to sit up and Jenny tied her 
upper body above and under her breasts, cinching the rope between the arms 
and body. Sarah looked over at us smiling, she actually enjoyed being tied 
up very much, despite the fact that she knew she would soon be tickled out 
of her mind by her revengeful sister. Jenny had made sure to tie Sarah’s 
arms very well, because she was very skillful in escaping by moving her 
bound hands under her bum if her arms were not secured.

Jenny pushed Sarah down on her stomach again and started hog-tying her. 
She folded a rope once and fastened the folded part around Sarah’s bound 
wrists, not leaving a knot there for her sister to pick at. She pushed 
Sarah’s bare, bound feet all the way up to her bum and tied the two rope 
ends around the cinching of the feet, knotting it on the far side, away 
from her sisters fingers. Sarah was very athletic and could easily go into 
very strict hog-ties. In this position her heels were so close to her 
fingers she could easily touch her own feet.

The hog-tie was completed as Jenny took a piece of thin string and tied 
Sarah’s big toes together. This was a good way of stopping a prisoner from 
trying to protect the soles by putting one foot over the other. Sarah 
giggled as Jenny tied her toes, she was extremely ticklish on her toes. 
Now she lay there helpless, hog-tied and with her bare soles facing the 
inevitable tickletorture that would come. She had a smile on her face and 
wrinkled her nose in the determined way she did when she braced herself 
to try to cope with the tickling.

Joe and I sat fascinated watching as Jenny prepared to tickle torture her 
sister into madness. Jenny kneeled behind her sister, resting her buttocks 
on her heels and slowly started raking her nails up and down Sarah’s soles. 
She immediately clinched her toes, making her soles wrinkle. Jenny stopped 
that by grabbing the bound toes and forcing them backwards. It took her 
five minutes to make Sarah start giggling. She bit her lip the first 
minutes, but soon she started shaking and giggling and after that she was 
lost. Sarah laughed, giggled and cursed, while Jenny laughed and tickled.

Jenny was an expert tickler and knew every part of her sisters bare feet 
and their vulnerability. She caressed the soles, raked her nails, poked 
between and under the toes and softly stroked the upper side of the feet. 
Sarah tried to move away, straining against her bonds, but Jenny had her 
helplessly hog-tied. The first tickling session lasted about ten minutes, 
then Sarah got a break, but the tickling continued. I could see in her 
face that despite her cursing and screaming, she actually enjoyed being 
tickled. Of the four of us, both Sarah and I liked being tied and tickled. 
Jenny and Joe were more into doing the actual tickling. Of course that 
made it even more fun to tickle them. Sarah once said to me after we both 
had been tickled and teased a very long time that the thrill and excitement 
of being tickled was like hell when it happened, but she really enjoyed it 
at the same time. I have always felt the same.

After about forty minutes of tickling Sarah was both laughing and crying 
at the same time. She had sweat on her forehead and while Jenny was 
teasing her going:
-Come on baby, I know you like it.

Sarah was screaming with laughter as Jenny’s fingers rushed up and down her 
bare soles. Suddenly their mother’s voice came from downstairs:

-Are you kids all right up there?

-Yes mother, said Jenny.

-I heard laughing, are you tickling your sister?, Mrs. L’ inquired.

-Yes mother.

-Is she tied up?

-Yes mother.

-Just remember to let her lose in an hour, came Mrs. L’s response. (Their 
parents were very cool about us tying and tickling each other.)

Jenny decided it was time for Sarah to be gagged. She gave her sister 
water from a bottle and then stuffed a big rag in her mouth covering it 
with a long strip of cloth she tied between Sarah’s teeth, cleavegagging 
her. Jenny brought the cloth around Sarah’s neck and knotted it in front 
placing the knot in her mouth, then went back again and finally knotted 
it in the neck.

Jenny tickled Sarah for five more minutes, then let her be. Sarah was 
breathing heavily but her eyes were shining with that special light they 
always had when she was happy. She had actually managed to cope with the 
horrible tickletorture and was now left hog-tied on the floor for one hour. 
Despite heavy tries to free herself she did not manage but stayed hog-tied 
for the entire hour while we read comics and had fun at her grunts behind 
the gag. Sarah knew that she would have our help the next day to tie and 
tickle her sister back.
 

When I arrived at the L. family’s house the next morning Joe greeted me on the front porch. He suggested we take a long boat-trip during the day and I agreed. We went down to the jetty and jumped in the small boat. Joe started the little outboard up and we set off for an island about two hours away. 

I lay on one of the seats and felt the breeze caress my bare feet. I asked Joe if Sarah had been mad at Jenny for tickling her so intensely the other night, but he answered that she had been cool about it. We were tied up and tickled so often that it was no big deal. However, Sarah had asked if we would help her get back at Jenny after dinner. We loved to help!

We missed dinner as we had eaten sandwiches on the island, so when we returned we went straight to the boat house. When we entered the loft where our headquarters were Sarah greeted us happily. As usual her hair was in braids, she was wearing her faded and patched Levi’s and a tank-top.

-I managed very well on my own, Sarah said and pointed behind the sofa. There was Jenny on the floor, hog-tied and gagged. She looked helplessly up at us with her deep blue eyes wide above a cleave-gag that obviously held a big packing in her mouth.

-Mgwh! Mmmmph, she said.

-Hi Jenny, we replied.

-Are you getting along well?

-Mmmmph mmmgwoah, came the angry reply.

Jenny had her long blonde hair collected by a rubber band on top of her head, but several strands had come lose and fell down over and beside her face. She was dressed in a pair of maroon tracksuit bottoms that were rolled up over her calves and a short sports-top with thin shoulderstraps. 
Jenny told us she had ambushed Jenny when they came back from dinner and managed to tie her up. We believed that Jenny hadn’t put up much of a fight as she knew Sarah was entitled to revenge. Sarah had tied Jenny’s hands palms out behind her back and cinched the rope well. Another rather thick and harsh rope tied Jenny’s elbows close behind her and went around her upper arms several times above and below her breasts. Her bare feet were tied with the ankles crossed and the hog-tie was very tight. It’s easier to get a prisoner’s feet all the way up to the hands when the feet are tied crossed. Jenny’s fingers rested on the rope binding her feet. The gag was an old sock held in by a strip of cloth that had been tied between Jenny’s teeth and went around her head several times. She was totally helpless and she knew it.

-For how long has she been like that?

-Just under an hour, replied Sarah. Now it’s time to take her to the old hunting-cabin and do some good old Indian tickle-torture!

Jenny’s eyes widened. Our Indian tickle-torture was one of the worst we had invented.

Sarah untied Jenny’s feet and tied a rope around her waist. Leading her bound captive by the rope, Sarah took the lead. We walked over the soft sand of the beach and followed a small trail up in the woods. We all walked barefoot, but the ground was fairly soft and nice to step on.

Up by the old log-house Sarah stopped. It had been a hunting-cabin long time ago and we were permitted to play there. It had a good solid stone cellar where we all had spent several memorable hours bound and gagged as kidnapped prisoners.

While we guarded Jenny Sarah brought out a thick plank from the house and placed it on two saw-horses. She guided Jenny up to sit on the plank and proceeded to untie her hands and arms. Sarah pushed Jenny down on her back and tied her hands behind her, below the plank. She used a lot of rope to secure Jenny’s upper body and her legs to the plank. Her feet were just off the end of the plank and Sarah tied them together well. Finally she tied her big-sisters big-toes together and took one end of the string and tied it to the rope binding Jenny’s legs below the knees. She tightened the string, forcing Jenny’s toes back and making her arch her feet. Both Jenny and Sarah had very high archs and when her toes were tied that way, Jenny’s feet were ready for tickle-torture! Now she was totally helpless. The gag was removed and Sarah started her revenge.

She started by slowly tickling Jenny’s bare soles and poking between her toes. Jenny was soon lost in hysterical laughter, begging her sister to stop. All the time Sarah teased her and talked baby-language to her:

-I know you like this, coochie-coochie! Come on, you love having your toes tickled. 

Jenny bit her lip and her body shook with laughter. Sarah had brought a bag of equipment. A feather from an old Indian head-piece, some yarn and one of those small wheels you use when cutting the dough when you bake. Jenny just hated being tickled between her toes and Sarah caressed her skin with the tip of the feather, slowly ran the piece of yarn between her sisters toes and poked their underside with her nails.

After about half an hour Jenny was soaked in sweat and had nearly lost her breath. As Sarah tickled her feet she just giggled and sighed softly. Sarah gave her five minutes break. Then she undid Jenny’s arms and re-tied them over her head, securing them to the plank. Jenny had a very short top and Sarah hitched it up further to just below her sister’s breasts. I could clearly see that Jenny’s nipples were hard under the tight top. Her stomach was flat and Sarah started on that. Jenny’s second worst spot is her belly-button and Sarah happily tickled it with both fingers and the feathers. Jenny’s pants were low-cut and the spots just beside her hip-bones also got treatment from the feather, sending Jenny onto new heights laughing hysterically, tears running down her cheeks.

But worst of all was the area around her arm-pits. When Sarah started there Jenny totally lost it and cursed her sister, screaming obscenities and raising her head, trying to bite Sarah. Sarah only laughed and teased her sister.

The final ten minutes of Jenny’s tickle-torture was called the "all-hands tickle-torture". Both Joe and me joined in. I tickled her feet, Joe her stomach and Sarah her underarms. When we were done Jenny had nearly fainted and lay there panting and moaning softly. Sarah untied her from the plank and gave her water, but soon tied Jenny’s hands behind her again. We marched her back to the boat house. She had already been hog-tied an hour before the tickling, so we decided to let her go. Jenny had deep red ropemarks on her wrists and ankles, but was happy otherwise. She admitted the torture had been terrible, but at the same time very exciting and she said "she had felt a special tingling sensation" as she was tickled…I bet she had!

Don't you love it when stories cut-off? I got to go, post rest later

Carla had a bad habit like most little sisters of squelling on me. Do you what Barry did Mom? Do you know what he is planning on doing Mom?

Anytime she overheard me talking with one of my friends she would go back and tell my parents, usually my Mom.

Well I had had it with this and figured that little Carla was due for a lesson.
 

My buddy Phil had come over and I told him what had happened and we need to come up with something. We figured it out.

It didn't take long and Carla was sneaking around the corner trying to hear what was going on. Phil and I decided it was time to run the skit.

I pretending to be quiet whispered to Phil that I had something in the attic but God forbid, couldn't let my parents find out. Of course little Carla heard every word.
Just as we planned it.

Phil and I went up the two sets of stairs and kept looking for Carla. Sneaky little twit was trying to dodge us and doing a fairly good job of letting us think that she was nowhere in sight.

Finally we got up into the attic. We walked over to the far side behind a huge storage chest. Phila and I acted like we had something important and were whispering. I looked from the corner of my eye sand saw Carla way off near the staircase.

Phil really played it up saying "OOOH!" "WOW!" And this really piqued little Carla's interest. She slowly started to move towards us. At which point I asked Phil if he heard anything. He said no but Carla quickly ducked and hid behind one of the boxes where I parents kept Christmas decorations and other things.

Then Phil and I went back into the skit again. And again Phil was making a big scene and playing this out beautifully.

Soon Carla was only a few feet away. Phil smiled at me and I motioned to wait. Soon Carla came right towards us and was leaning over the storage chest trying to get a better view and find out what we had so she could run down stairs and tell Mom or Dad.

Not very clever, Carla got a little too high on the storage chest and slid down right in front of me.

"CARLA, what the heck are you doing!" Obviously shoken up, scared and embarrassed for once the little twit was speechless.

"Oh, I know. You were checking on us so you could squeal to Mom weren't you?"

Carla tried to run but I had a good grip on her. She started to scream but I put my hand over her little mouth and told her to be quiet.

"You have a big mouth for a little girl and it's about time that I do something about that." 

Little Carla's eyes got big.

Inside the storage chest Phil found rolls of ribbon, rags and even some rope.

"Hey, little Sis, ever been tied up before?

She started to mmmppphed but my hand was clamped tight over her mouth.

Phil grabbed her little arms and started to tie Carla's wrists with the ribbon. He warapped it around her wrists and then inbetween. Then pulled the ribbon making it tight but not too tight.

Phil then grabbed a rag and I moved my hand off Carla's mouth, he quickly placed the rag over her mouth. I then grabbed some ribbon and started to tie it around Carla's mouth securing the rag. Then Phil tied Carla's feet while I wrapped the ribbon around Carla's upper body.

Then we just sat there. Carla tested her bonds and attempted to speak to us, all to no avail.

"Little Sis, I am tired of you running your mouth off to Mom and Dad and telling them everything I do. You know, I ought to leave you up here. Mop and Dad might not find you for days (of course I really wouldn't do that)

Carla was trying desperately to speak but all we could make out was mmmmmmppppphhhh. 

"You need to be taught a lesson little Sis so I am going to leave you here for awhile. When I come back, I'll let you talk and you better promise never to tell Mom or Dad anything that I am doing ever again."

Carla was mmmphhing like crazy and attempting to get me to release her right away.

"You want me to untie you now?"

Carla nodded affirmatively with her head while mmmppphing what sounded like umm hmmm.

"NAH! Phil and I spent a lot of time tying you up andit seems a waste to let you go so fast. Besides, you need to be taught a lesson. We'll be back."

Carla's mmmphhing got more intense. Phil and I just smiled at each other and I said see you later to Carla. I almost felt sorry for little Sis, almost but not quite. 
 

knock knock and in she comes there i am sitting with 6 pairs of cuffs and 1 set of leg cuffs on the floor in front of me.

" i see you have an interesting collection of heavy metal she said "

after the initial shock i said "yeh i collect them "
so we got into this great discusion about how heavy they were and then sarah told me "i havent seen these before "

the clejusos are very heavy so i said " hold you hands out then " 
they wont hurt will they so sarah put her hands out and i put them on her .
will you let me out she asked maybe if you are a good girl so we had a good laugh about it
i then locked her up in all positions eventuly i had her hands handcuffed behind her back ankles cuffed as well she had nice small ankles.
" i feel like i am a hostage " she said
sarah struggled to get free but could not get out.
so i said to her " what a noise you are making i might have to gag you"
" you wouldnt dare she said.
i picked up a scarf and pushed it between her teeth then mmmmmmmmffffffff .
i left her for about 10 mins and then i came back and let her go.
we became good freinds and this was just the start of our fun and games.
ANY GIRLS IN THE UK FANCY GETING CUFFED OR TIED GET IN TOUCH WITH ME.
cuffkey 1 
scotland uk
 

Tammy was working on one of those boring evening where she had to be there but there wasn't much going on. Two appointments were cancelled. As usual, Tammy called me and wanted to talk. She told me how her jerk husband was treating her so poorly and the situation was getting worse.

I told her she should divorce him and move on. Why hanf on to a guy who could care less about you? She agreed and asked me if I could stop by the hospital. I asked if anyone would mind. I mean this is a hospital. She responded negatively and said she was the only therapist on duty that I could meet her near the physical therapy dept and nobody would bother me.

Cool I thought.

TAMMY was a redhead, built and very attractive. She had recently lost 75 lbs. but her self esteem had not caught up to how great she looked. She was also a very nice person. Too nice for her own good.

As usual we talked for awhile then I suggested that Tammy tell me a little more about she did. And explain what the equipment was all about. I was trying to get her mind off her problem. Amazingly, as Tammy started talking about her work, she lite up. She had a sparkle in her eye and briefly forgot about her problems.

She showed me an ultra-sound machine and even demonstrated it on me. I had an old sports injury. Tammy said that this would serve a dual purpose; she could treat me and just in case anyone popped in, it would show her working. Great idea.

Tammy's whole disposition had changed. She us up and excited. Radiant and happy. I told her she should focus on her job and let this help her forget about "the idiot."

As we were walking around the physical therapy dept., I noticed a wooden table and asked her what they used that for. She explained that certain treatments required patients to lie down. I then noticed that there were straps that looked like seat belts and wrist cuffs. "What are they for?" I asked.

We rarely use that equipment but occasionally we have a patient that freaks out and we have to strap them down untill we can get help to get them out of here and back to a controlled area.

"Wow! That sounds scary. Can these restraints really hold somebody down? They don't look that secure."

"They are stronger than you think!" responded Tammy.

"NAH! I bet you could break loose easy from those restraints."

"No way."

"Yeah. I think you could. In fact, I'll bet you dinner on it. If you can't break loose, I'll buy you dinner at the restaurant of your choice."

"You know, I could use a friendly night out and this will be easy becuase I know that I won't be able to get out."

"Just one minute Tammy. When you do get out and I know you will, what do I get? I promised to buy your dinner if you couldn't. What are you going to do for me when you do?"

"I won't be able to get loose but to humor you...if I get loose...we'll I'll make it worth your while...I promise."

"That's all! You'll make it worth my while? I need a better guarantee than that."

"Okay. You know what you have always been asking me to do?"

"Yes!" I said excitedly.

"That is your prize. If I get loose which I know I won't."

"Okay. Let's do it. Lie down."

"First, I better turn some of these lights off and make sure the door is locked. I can always explain that I stepped out for a break or something in case anybody tries to reach me. One thing though if my beeper goes off, grab it and record the number."

"No problem now lie down."

As Tammy lied down I couldn't help but admire what a beautiful lady she was and what a shame that she was still married. Even worse, what a shame that she had a jerk for a husband who treated her like a piece of dirt.

I grabbed Tammy's right hand and placed it in the wrist cuff and strapped it tight. Then did the same thing with her left wrist. Then her right ankle and her left ankle. Then I slipped the seat belt type strap arcoss her thighs and the other run across her chest. She was totally secured. As I looked at this beautiful redhead, all I could think of...what a shame.

"Okay Tammy now break loose. I know you can do it."

Tammy didn't even try at first. "This is a waste. I won't be able to get loose. I told you that."

"C'mom Tammy, humor me. At least try."

Tammy gave it some effort but sighed in disgust and said "What's the use. I can't break free. Who do you think I am Superwoman?"

I just laughed and told her she was sandbagging to get out of delivering on her side of the deal.

"I can't get loose. I told you that before. Now release me."

"Not untill you at least try."

At this point Tammy started to get hot. Her face was getting about as red as her hair was and she reaffirmed that she couldn't break loose. 

"Tammy, do you know how attractive you look lying down? Do you know how sensual you look all restrained? If I wanted to, I could really take advantage of you right now."

Surprisingly, Tammy smiled and said "I wish you would. I wish somebody would."

"Stop it Tammy. You are a very attractive girl. It is not your fault that you are married to a jerk who doesn't appreciate you. Yeah I know you can't break free and I wanted to get you in this position so I can talk some sense to you. You deserve better."

As typically happens, Tammy intruded and was talking over me. She had a loud mouth when she wanted to and always wanted to dominate the converation.

"You should be that aggressive with your hus..."

Tammy cut me off and started saying wierd things about herself.

"Okay Tammy, I am tired of your cutting me off and not listening to me." At which point I went over to another area that Tammy had showed me which had towels, wash rags and tape.

"What are you going to do to me? Tammy asked.

"I am going to make sure that you listen to me for once and I am going to keep that mouth shut." At which point I put a wash rag over her mouth, gently lifted her head up, placed a towel that I folded up behind her head and over her mouth and then started taping.

Tammy continued to complain about what I was doing for as long as she could but soon her words were replaced with mmmmphhhing.

"Now that is better. Don't worry, if you beeper goes off, I'll take care of it. They'll thing you are on break remember. And you know me well enough to trust me. I won't take advantage of you. I just want you to listen to me. Oh, I knew you couldn't get loose but I will still buy you dinner as I promised." 

Tammy stayed that way for at least 40 minutes and I gave my best Dr. Phil on her to raise her self esteem. Undaunted, Tammy tried to speak out but all I heard were mmmmppphs and I loved it.

Tammy's beeper went off. She looked over at her beeper then back at me and again the mmmpphhhing went on. 

"Relax, I'll see who it is."

One of the nursing stations were indicating that they would be sending a patient down. So I had to release Tammy. What a shame!

Mom and Dad saw me off and I mounted the bus with the rest of the girls enroute to girl scout camp. We had a great time just riding the bus and I had no clue that anything was being planned although occasionally I would get a smirk or two from one of the girls.

We finally arrived at camp and were sent to our sleeping quarters. It was still daylight so our scout leader took us around the grounds before breaking for supper and then on to bed.

I never was much of an outdoorsperson and this was exciting for me. Also interesting was that the guys were at the boy scout camp 1/4 mile away.

One of my girlfriends, Theresa hinted that some of us would break away from camp and sneak over to the boy scout camp and visit some of the guys. I thought they had to be crazy becuase our leader said this was prohibited. Theresa who had been at several camps assured me that this was no problem and all the girls did it every time they went out to camp.

Hesitantly I agreed to go along. We arranged to go as soon as it was dark. The girls knew of a exit from the second floor that required climbing down a tree from a window. Theresa said this would be fun and in fact the scout leader had picked her to lead us in this "exercise."

Five of us left, Theresa, Mary, Amy, Rebecca and myself. I wondered about the rest of the girls. Theresa said they would be coming later. Yeah right!

I noticed that only Theresa and Amy had bags. I asked if I should have brought mine. Theresa assured me that wasn't necessary.

We got close enough to see the boy scout camp house when we all stopped. Theresa said we should break and sit down by a tree. Theresa and Amy suggested I sit by a tree and they sat beside me with me in the middle. I still didn't think anything was up. Itrusted these girls. They were my friends---however, I didn't understand initiation, untill later.

I noticed that Amy started to open her bag. Theresa to distract me poked me and started talking to me, just rambling and then Theresa opened her bag and I noticed she had a long piece of rope. I no sooner started to ask what that was for when I felt something tightening around my wrist. It was Amy and she had started to tie me. Startled I started to ask Amy what the heck was going on when Theresa had slipped a rope on my other arm and they then tied the ropes around the tree tying the pieces together.

At this point Amy handgagged me and told me to be quiet. She said it was just a girl scout exercise and it would be all right but if I called out and made a lot of noise, the boy scout leader would hear and we would all be in trouble.

Amy removed her hand only after I nodded agreeing to be quiet.

Now able to speak, I asked what kind of exercise this would be. Amy and Theresa just reassured me that it was a girl scout exercise and it would be fun.

I was very nervous and didn't like to be tied out in the woods. I was never tied up before and didn't like it (then)
I was scared. It was dark and I was out in the woods. The only good thing was that I was close to the boy scout camp and not too far from the girl scout camp...but I was tied.

I started to talk louder and started screaming. Amy again handgagged me and yelled SHHHHHHHHH! She told me that I would be getting all of us in trouble and had to be quiet. I tried to speak but no understandable words came out. I was scared and the girls knew it.

Rebecca assured me that it would be all right and told me to relax. "They did this to me twice." she told me. My eyes got big and I mmmmpphhed out twice. I doubt if she understood the words but she knew what my response was and nodded yes.

Amy removed her hand again. I told the girls that I was scared but I was up for it. The fact that Rebecca went through this twice gave me some relief.

Next thing I felt something going over my mouth. MARY was cleave gagging me with a girl scout bandana. I tried to say "Why" but all that came out was wwwmmmmmppphhhhhyhhyy.

Rebecca padded me on the shoulder and told me to relax. "This is part of the exercise she told me. This is exactly what they did to me last time. You'll be all right." She told me 

I had just realized that while Rebecca was talking to me, Mary was busy tying my feet. I looked at Rebecca, but already knew what she was going to say; "This is what they did to me last time. It's part of the exercise."

Some exercise. Being tied up, late at night in the woods. Luckily I wasn't alone. I thought.

No sooner did I have that thought that Rebecca said they would be back. Part of the exercise is that I would have to be left alone for awhile. Alone! Now I was scared. I tried desperately to speak but the gag was far too tight and too thick and they wouldn't have listened anyway. But why, I thought. What kind of an exercise is this?

The girls bid me goodbye and assured me that they would be back---eventually. Oh, now it was eventually? I struggled but was tied tightly and I tried to call for help hoping that the gag had loosened up. Fat chance!

All of a sudden, I heard a noise in the bushes. Oh no I thought. What if it's a bear! And I'm tied here helpless.

I looked over but couldn't see anything.

Soon I heard another rumbling in another area of the bushes.
Then all was quiet. I could hear a bird sing. I heard crickets and other sounds that I had no idea what they were.
I was scared and tired. Where are those girls? Why did they do this to be.

I saw a figure coming towards me. It was Eric, one of the guys from school that I knew that was at the boy scout camp. He just looked at me and said "what happened" but never removed my gag. How did he expect me to answer him?

"Who did this to you? he asked while I was still gagged.

Then allof a sudden another figure jumped out with what appeared to be a club and hit Eric on the head rendering him unconscious.

I started to scream but the gag stiffled any sounds. If I was scared before, now I was in a deep panic.

Two other guys came out with masks and carried Eric off while the first guy just stood over me laughing in a sinister way.

Next I looked over and saw a couple more guys coming towards me with Mary, Rebecca, Amy and Theresa. They were also bound and gagged. And they looked scared! Now what is going on?

Two of the guys untied the ropes that were hold me to the tree but quickly tied my hands behind my back. One guy undid my feet and then had all five of us girls walk away from the camp area and out to the darkened woods.

One of the guys sounded perverted and said that he loved girl scouts and was also very fond of brownies. "We've been waiting for youngins to come back. You probably heard about the girl scouts who were missing from a year ago didn't you? They were never found And neither will you!"

If ever there was a time to pray it was now. 

All of a sudden I hear a voice that said, "Okay guys that's enough." I looked over and it was Eric. The presumed redneck perverts took their masks off and were boyscouts. The whole thing was a joke. It was my initiation but it was also so real. I went from scared to intense anger for these guys paying such a prank on me and would have yelled but I was still gagged and tied. The other girls started to remove their gags, they were never tied at all, at least not tightly.

To top it off Eric would carry me off to another area, built a fire and toasted marshmellows. He finally removed my gag. But served me the marshmellows while keeping me tied up. At this point, I REALLY DIDN'T MIND BEING TIED.

By the way, Eric and I have played tie up games many times since then. Eric is now my husband and it all started in the girl scouts when we were 13 years old. That girl scout initiation really payed off for me and I'd like to think, Eric as well in a big way.

Bondage is fun.
 
 
 
 

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

Take care everyone 

Simon 
 

simon 
srichmonds@yahoo.com 

Sooner than I expected the door to the motor home came open and the Mr. came back in.

"This is your first time so I wanted to check on you and especially on my little girl."

He pulled her gag off and gave her a glass of water.

"How are you feeling? You okay?"

Vicky said yes.

"How are your hands?"

"Okay Daddy." was the response.

The Mr. looked at me and told me to come over.

"See how are hands are tied? Now that is a good tie up. No way anybody could get loose."

He started to untie Vicky but Vicky quickly told him to stop.

"You really like being tied up don't you little darling?"

Vicky just said of course.

The Mr. then looked over at me and asked how I felt being tied up for the first time.

I told him that it was wierd. That my hands restrained, I felt a sense of total helplessness and being gagged really added to it. I mentioned to him that I heard kids playing outside and attempted to call out but couldn't and that was a little scary but real stimulating at the same time.

I told him that the ropes around my chest and shoulders were almost as though someone was hugging me.

Mr. Bondage told me that those feelin were normal and that is exactly why he, his wife, Vicky and her brother are all into bondage. It is a feeling of helplessnes but also stimulating at the same time.

I told him that I always got stimulated from seeing ladies tied up on tv and in the movies and thought that it would be exciting to be tied up by a girl and at her mercy so to speak.

'Exactly!' said Mr. Bondage. You are far to young for me to go into detail, but that is why the Mrs. and I are into even though we are in out late 30's. When you get older, you find somemore stumulating ways to use bondage.

One thing I wanted you to be sure of is never leave someone tied up too long. Young gals like Vicky her can go the the course but her time is about up too. 

Another thing is that when you engage in tie up games it must always be with someone you know well and with their consent. You can't just grab the next girl or even guy you see and tie them up. Vicky exlained that to you didn't she.?"

"Yes I responded. She talked about it first. I thought it was a little wierd but then I thought I was a little wierd before Vicky ever mentioned it and I had this tie up fantasy."

"Great! Always make sure you have consent and the person is someone you trust, especially if you are the one getting tied. You don't want to be tied and gagged by someone you hardly know. They could leave you like that and you might never get loose."

My eyes getting big, all I could say was "Yeah!"

"Now what I want you to do is untie Vicky. Take a break and then tie her up again. Play a game like cops and robbers or.....

"How about Dukes of Hazard?" Watch that show and poor Daisey Duke gets bound and gagged all the time. Vicky could be Daisy Duke."

"Whatever.", said Mr. Bondage. "Now I need to get back to the Mrs. She has been alone far too long."

"You've the Mrs. tied up now?" I asked.

"Absolutely. I wasn't abt to miss out on an opportunity like this. The Mrs. really got me in the mood tonite."

"Can I come over and see how you tied her?" I asked so innocently.

"Sorry Johnny. Can't do that. Some people think this bondage stuff with kids your age is crruting the morls or something. It's not. But if I let you see the Mrs. right now, then I would be in trouble."

"I know. Too young right?"

"Yes, way too young for this. Now you untie Vicky. Give it a break and then tie her back up. I'll be back to check on you." At which point Mr. Bondage left us alone again.

I still couldn't believe this that this guy was so open about bondage and had his family so much into it. I had only seen it on tv and in movies and really didn't think people did this in real life (remember, I was 13) but after being tied myself and seeing Vicky and her Mom tied in real life, I could see where this could be fun and definitely stimulating.

Vicky called ou to me and said "Hey, did you forget about me over here."

"Sorry, I was just thinking. This is all new to me. I don't have any sisters or brothers and only the guys suggested a tie up game which now I may try. But....it is so much more fun with you. Even now, seeing you tied to that chair totall at my mercy. Unable to move or do a thing, that really excites me!"

"Yes Johnny. I felt the same way about you when I had you tied. Just wait until we get older and can do the more, you know, adult things!"

I went behind Vivkys chair and started to untie her.

"Don't you dare untie me."

"But your father said...."

"Don't worry about my father. He won't be back for awhile, I know him well. When he does come back we'll just say you tied me up."

"But aren't you getting numb?"

"Here is what I want you to do. I want y to talk to me like I am your prisoner. Like Daisey Duke get's talked to when she is captured. Can you do that?"

"Of course. But first, do you want another drink of water?"

'Sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I can always ask you later."

"Don't think so!"

"Why don't you think so?"

"Becaause I am going to gag you again. This time like your Dad did to your Mom with the triple gag thing."

"You don't have the guts!" I want to see th...mmmmmpppphhhhh."

I quickly cleave gagged Vicky witht he same bandana from before. Then I went into the drawer where the Mr. and Mrs. pulled out their bondage items. Grabbed two bandanas and like I saw her father do put one on top of the cleave gag and a second one over the second one but higher, just under Vicky's cute little nose.

"Try and scream now little Duke girl." I said in most sinister voice.

All I could hear was a very slight meewwww.

I looked at Vicky and said,

"You know being 13 really sucks. Vicky looked down at my crotch, saw something bulging smiled with her beautiful blue eyes and knew what I meant.

Not to brag but my wife, Cindy, is a very hot chick. She is 5'8 long legs, skinny, blonde hair, and a great body. The night it all started we were watching a Nash Bridges show when a blonde lady that resembles Cindy was tied up on a bed. Nash and Cheech find her with a blue gag and some black over the knee boots. (Does anyone remember that one?)
 

well where sitting on my couch watching a movie when she stared poking me (ohh btw my sis at this point was before she went all rocker chick so she had long brown hair and was a bit of a tomboy so she was wearing a plaid shirt and semi baggy jeans and white socks for those people who like clothing desripts so they get a visual aid I on the other hand was wearing black jeans and a white semi tight t-shirt so yeah.. on with the the story) she contuined to poke so i finally yelled at her to stop ands she didn't and kept going so i said "stop or else" and being the smartass she was she said "or what ur gunna tie me up?"....

and ill post the rest wwhen sum people respond till then nuuuuuuuuu :P 

I hope all of you have (had, if you're livinging kangaroo land;) a great New Year's Eve.

Kenny, if you say A you have to say B, please continue your story...