Stories of Tie-Up Games
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This month's stories: *** indicates Canuck's picks Part 3 (f/m) - DTB ***
Me and Ian Get Revenge!!! (mm/m) - Pleathal
Thought I'd try to add something (ff/m) - Dtmanus
Halloween Hogtie part I (f/m) - Lisa
My First Bondage Experience (m/m) - Michael
Halloween Hogtie part II (f/m) - Lisa ***
Sandy the pest (m/f) - James
The snatching of Sandy continued (m/f) - James
Tying up older boy next door (f/m) - Jennifer
My First Bondage Experience: Introduction (f/mm) - Dave ***
The second time I tied a guy up (f/m) - Jennifer ***
Kidnapping Jenny's Mom (fm/F) - ThEgAmE
Caught in the Act (m/f, f/fm) - Marky ***
|I really did enjoy Richards
story and did not think that it was bout bullying at all. I used to love
tie up games before starting more to enjoy doing the tying up rather than
It would be really nice if friends in general did not feel or see it as being so weird. Sometimes I use a film,soap or video with a tie up/tapegagged situations to ask my friend/s how would you get out of it, or that situatio. I usually get the normal cockey answer in which I respond by saying prove it. The rest as they say is history.
If anybody out there wants to hear more of my tips then I will be only to pleased to share them, or if you are good looking I could even demonstate on you. ha ha
|Canuck and Penny...glad to see you're still here!|
|I looked hard, and I'm glad
Canuck and Captive Penny's great sites are still here in some fashion.
Good luck on finding a new server, canuck!
Like the dust bunnies under your bed, I shall return. Ciao.
|US of A|
|This page still work?|
|I see someone's e-mail address immediately after the links that say "Post Story/Comment" etc. I'm just testing to see if this still works. Please post more stories, those who are here and have them to share!|
|If anyone's interested, I'll finish soon!|
|sure lisa i would love to read the rest of the story...|
|I think I speak for just about everyone, Miss Lisa, when I say, We are ALL interested and Please please PLEASE finish the story.|
|Amended and free from my silly spelling mistakes|
|This MSN community is great
to join for good tie up and gag chat in the chat room. The MSN comunity
is called "Teens kidnapped, tied, gagged on Soaps,TV and movies" I thought
the pics from different shows were all right but it is the chat room that
is the best. It it also gives details of a great website put together by
some guy called Boundit.
URL is but you will have to join the community to get involved but it is well worth it. http://communities.msn.co.uk/TeenskidnappedtiedgaggedonSoapsTVandmovies/_whatsnew.msnw
|Whenever your ready Lisa. Were all waiting ssooooooooooo paitently! PLEASE . You got us on the edge over here!|
|Hello everyone. This is DTB.
Last time I posted was on September 22nd I believe, so I'll refresh you
as to my situation. Over at my friend Stephanie's house, I had succeeded
in getting her to tie me. I was handcuffed and my legs and chest were bound
"I guess you'll need to be punished." she repeated. I wasn't sure what to make of that- was she even serious? Naturally I assumed she wasn't. Until she took off my socks. I squirmed as I realized her plans.
"Just a little tickle torture!" she grinned. Her fingernails probed my barefeet, and I was helpless. I am VERY ticklish first of all. I am one of those people who laugh when you act as if you are going to tickle someone, you know, "air tickling". I went crazy. I was laughing loud, and writhing in my helplessness. The belts held strong, and I was thoroughly restrained at the wrists by handcuffs. She tickled mercilessly, putting her weight on my legs to pin them down. She moved all over my feet, up and down as I thumped up and down in attemps to escape. But she was relentless.
Eventually she stopped. My feet still tingled, and I was sweating and panting, and near tears as I recovered. She had a wicked smile on her face.
"Was that enjoyable?" she asked. She rested her hands in her back pockets and rested against her wall.
I shook my head no, as I was still out of breath.
"Well that's too bad, because more is coming your way!" she screamed. I moved the only direction I could in an escape attempt, by rolling off the bed. I landed on my side, and it hurt, alot. She was there though. She grabbed my feet and dragged me across the room. She proceeded to tickle my soles as I struggled and attempted to escape. My laughs roared from my mouth uncontrollably as I fought the tickling, but she was stronger than I thought as she massaged (in a tickling way) my feet. Drops of sweat trickled from my forehead as I gave in to the tickling. She continued for about two more mintues as I lay helpless, my feet tickled. I felt like I was going to pee my pants but she stopped eventually. She smiled.
"What next?" she asked.
"You could... let... me go..." I managed to pant out.
"Keep your mouth shut. When I want your opinion I'll give it too you." she let me know. This disgruntled me, but I loved it.
"And what are you going to do about it?" I asked. I wanted to see her reaction. She lifted her foot, and pressed her foot down over my mouth.
"That. Smell my feet." I writhed, but she smothered my face with her dirty socked feet. What could I do?
|Great story. Perhaps, you will continue it soon. Anyway, I´m looking for it.|
|Boundit is back|
|If you went to my MSN community
and found that the links were not working well guess what? They are now.
Boundit's site was deleted so he had to set it up else where. This he has
now done. What would the tied up community do without him.
Come on to Teens kidnapped, tied, gagged on Soaps,TV and movies, to find out. For those who joined and found the links did not work what can I say. I can't say sorry as this piece of duct tape around my mouth won't let me
|Where is Boundit?|
|I can't get into the community, so why don't you just tell what the address of his new site is? If you don't, I'll eventually find out months later. So please do.|
|Boundit is back|
|Sorry, but the reason you may
not have got in to the commmunity was that I pressed the wrong button by
mistake. Please try again and I will make sure that you join everybody
Sometimes, I look at my mail at work and have to take emergency action. This as you know is because, a lot of people think, that seeing a colleague with tied up teens on their screen is distasteful. I once printed a couple out but to the wrong printer. By the time I got there it was too late. I then had to make all sorts of excuses and it was embarrassing I can tell you. I did put on a really good act and made out that it was not what I had meant print. My colleagues then ask to look at the site. I showed them only the headings. Thanks to Boundit having normal films and Soap headings. I easily got away with it.Phew! However, they do not know what they are missing but that is another story, and one that could be debated, by the tied and gagged members in the famous MSN Community call Teens kidnapped, tied, gagged on Soaps,TV and movie.
Who ever you are please try again. Boundit is great and so are the members who enjoy a good tie up and gag story in my community. I spent a lot of my night putting some really nice pics on the links and I am so glad that they now work. I am going to grab that last minute sleep now and would encourge anyone who has not come on board to join now.
Happy tie ups
Mark T (the famous gagboy and handsome in
a piece of duct tape with it.
|Me And Ian Get Revenge!!!!!!!!!|
|for those of you that liked
my story here is how me and my friend Ian got our w back on my evil little
brother he he he......
After Ian and me had been had been left tied and gagged by my brother we decided some revenge was on the cards. We told my brother that this time we had a new thing to try and that each of us would bet him £10 he couldn’t get out. My brother’s eyes lit up and he almost instantly agreed.
The new challenge was to escape from being tied to a chair. He was to be tied and given 15 minutes to escape, if he didn’t then we were allowed to keep him tie for as long as we wanted (sounds scary but it was never more than a 30 min. stretch). Me and Ian got the chair and our supplies while my brother took his shoes and socks off and pulled up his jeans (as we always did for our games) he sat in the chair so me and Ian began tying him up.
Ian started tying my brother’s hands behind him. Crossing his wrists and wrapping tons of rope around them. I was left to tie his legs and feet, which I did by tying his legs just below his knees and feet together with another piece of rope to clinch the ropes. We finished up by running a rope between his hands and feet and trying them together under the chair. Just as we finished Ian took another rope and wrapped it around my brothers waist holding his arms to the back of the chair. “There we go” he said as we stood back to admire our work. “Just one last thing I think” I said as I produced the roll of tape. My brother just managed to say, “No you don’t have to gmmmpphhhh!” before I wrapped the tape around his head. “There you go” Ian said “you’ve got 15 minutes to escape but seeing as how you left us for so long last time I think we could give u a good few hours to get out of this one” we both laughed as we watched him struggling to wriggle out of his somewhat self inflicted problem. After we got bored of that we went downstairs, had a coffee and came back up to see my brother still sat on the chair having given up.
“Do you want us to untie you now?” I asked. He nodded his head and gave a muffled yes from under the gag. We untied him and we agreed that he wouldn’t have to pay us the bet money if he promised that he had learned his lesson and wouldn’t be such an annoying git all the time. He said that he had and that he wouldn’t pull any more silly tricks like that again. But that wasn’t the end of our games either :)
hope u liked it.
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|For those of you who are losing
your dreambooks, Try a "benseen board(sp?) I have one,I will post the link
in a sec, I havent been able to keep it up very well lately,a lot of "real
life" has got in the way lately,anyways,it is is easy and FREE,just like
the dreambooks,it loads fast,because you get to choose the message,storie,thread,ect
you want, instead of how the dreambooks has everything on one page. Dont
get me wrong,I like dreambook,I evan had a couple,but since a lot of dreambooks
were being "yanked" I thought I would offer another option :)
|Here is the link to my humble page,check it out,and please feel free to to give me any feedback of any kind ),let me know what you think,:)|
|My new site is hard to classify.
It's not exactly tie-up, it's not tickling, in fact it's not like anything
else out there. But I think it would be of interest to some of us who like
Why not drop on by and visit, and see if it's your cup of tea?
|Thanks for the response with regards to interest in my story! Please be patient, I've been very busy. I promise it will be very soon, and you won't be disappointed!|
|Are there any movies or shows coming up on TV that has to do with bondage or has any girls tied or hogtied??|
|Thought I'd try to add something|
I have been reading this and the previous site for a while now but haven't really added anything because well there hasn't been much I could add as I have had very very few tie up experiences, I had a few minor ones when i was younger but I don't really remember them at all!! I have been interested in it for awhile mainly because I was curious to see if I could get out of someone's tie's or if I would be able to tie someone else so they couldn't get free.
I have recently remembered one short experience
that might interest some people. It happened when I was in grade 10 I was
a fairly shy person so I didn't really have all that many friends, but
I did end up meeting one of my better friends ex-girlfriends(let's call
her Erin) was who was the opposite of me in terms of outgoingness she was
the type that was friendly to everyone so I got to know her and she invited
me over to lunch a few times as she lived right by the school.
So I come over there and met her friend who seemed to be a nice enough person. The day went on we talked a little bit and then watched a movie and then after that we were just sitting there trying to think of something else to do when Erin suddenly looks over at Steph and says "I think I can think of something fun to do, come here for a second Steph." she then turns to me and says "You stay right there we will be back in a minute". Then the two of them leave down to where Erin's room is. Well a few minutes later Steph comes back up and says to me "Erin told me to come up here and ask you if you would like for me and to paint our nails." (I should add in here that I personally think girls look better with their nails painted and had told this to Erin who actually liked painting her nails and had painted them for me before.) At this I of course answered that sure I would like for you girls to paint your nails. I should have supected something in her responce "Okay then come on down to Erin's room, that is where she keeps all her nail polish and you can pick what color we will paint our nails."
So I follow Steph as she heads down the stairs towards Erin's room and didn't notice anything till we had just walked into Erin's room when I feel someone grab my shoulders and push me down into a chair. The next thing I see is Steph holding my arm down to the chair's arm and Erin standing there duct taping my wrist to the chair arm. I start to try and move my arm away but she had already started taping it to the chair arm and I am not too strong physically so they didn't have too much trouble. They first taped my wrist to the chair arm then taped my forearm to the chair arm right before my elbow then did the same thing to my other arm. At this point I am stuck to the chair and am not going anywhere. So naturally I started asking them what they were doing and why they were taping me to the chair, to which they simply replied "You'll find out soon enough just relax" .
They tend knelt down and started to take off my socks and then tape my ankles(I was wearing jeans so they taped my ankles right at the very end of my jeans so that it wouldn't rip my leg hair out but would still hold me to the chair) to the chair leg and then tape my leg to the chair leg right below the knee, once they had done this to both of my legs they both looked me over and started laughing. I was no securely held to the chair there was nothing I could do but sit there and wonder what was next. I was about to find out when Erin said "There we go now that we have you nice and secure we thought that since you like it when girls paint their nails that we should return the favor and paint your nails!". At that point I was a little shocked and started to ask them to please not, for I liked girls nails painted but certainly didn't want my nails painted as I was afraid everyone would think I was really wierd. They just shook their heads. "I have painted my nails for you more than once the least you can do is let us paint your this once, we promise we will be nice and not paint them anything really mean like red or pink." Erin said as she started to pull out her cosmetic bags and pulling out different colors of nail polish. I of course continued to plead with them to stop, but to no avail. After I had been pleading for about 5 minutes and it seemed that Erin had found all of her bottles of nail polish she turned to Steph and said "All that complaining is starting to bug me and I don't know that I will be able to concentrate on doing his nails with that noise what about you?" To which Steph replied "Yeah I agree, so what could we do? Actually hey we have his socks here and there is still plenty of Tape why don't we stick his socks in his mouth and then tape it shut?". Erin grins and then nods as she picks up my socks and firmly stuffs them into my mouth and then nods for Steph to tape my mouth shut. So now I can neither move nor say much!! Apparently it had been decided that Erin and Steph would each paint the nails on one of my hands and then Erin would do my toenails. So they each choose a color and started to paint my fingernails. Erin picked out a dark blue and Steph had picked out an army green color. I of course was mmmmppphhhing away while they just laughed and continued to paint my fingernails. When they were done they stepped back to let it dry and to decide on what color to do my toenails. After a bit of discussion to low for me to hear Erin said "We have decided that since your toenails are going to be hidden the entire time we can have even more fun with them, we won't put another coat of color on your fingernails but we will put a couple of coats on your toenails so that you will have it on longer so you can remember this". As you can imagine I was glad that they weren't going to be putting anymore nailpolish on my fingernails but was no worried about how long I was going to be stuck with nailpolish on my toenails. After a while look over the colors Erin had their they decided on a lite purple color and so Erin started to paint my toenails and ended up putting 3 coats of it on my toenails. After finishing this Erin looked at it and said to Steph that she thought it was missing something and needed something to finish it off. I guess Steph must have seen a bottle of sparkles that Erin had out of the corner of her eye as she looked toward them and quickly replied that she thought a coat or two of sparkles would like nice and help to keep the nail polish on. Erin once again agreed and picked up the bottle of sparkles and once again set to work at painting my toenails. She ended up putting two coats of sparkles on my toenails and then decided that they would look nice on my fingernails as well as she then put, thankfully, only one coat of sparkles on my fingernails!!! So now I am duct taped down to a chair, gagged with my fingernails painted dark blue and green with sparkles over top and my toenails painted lite purple with sparkles I thought my torture as I thought of it was over when I saw Erin pull her camera out of a drawer and start to take pictures first of just me taped to the chair and a close up of me gagged then one of my hands and one of my feet and then one with Steph standing behind me and got Steph to take one with her standing behind me. Finally after that Erin walked over and removed the tape over my mouth and I spat out my socks and just looked shocked at both of them as they calmly trying hard not to laugh asked how I liked my manicure and pedicure. I finally managed to start wiggling my wrists and asked them when they were going to finish untaping me. They replied "Later, when we are ready. Anyway now we will paint our nails for you since you have been so nice to let us do yours. Only we will decide what colors." They ended up actually painting their nails the same color they did mine, Erin painted hers dark blue and then put sparkles on over top and Steph painted hers the same army green she painted mine. They left me sitting there taped to the chair while they painted their nails and then talked for awhile. I had wanted to ask them for awhile if I could tie them up and I figured now was as good a time as any so I asked if since they had just taped me up if I could tape them up sometime. Erin's reaction was just to say "I wouldn't ask that again, I think I have some lipstick and other make-up here that we could put on while we have you taped down, or maybe you want us to put a couple more coats of nailpolish on?" I quickly if disappointedly said no that was alright as I had no desire to have any more make-up on me. They kept me taped to the chair for about another 20 mins while we talked then finally untaped me, but left all the nailpolish on and we went upstairs and watched Tv for a bit till I had to go. The last thing that they said before I left was that I had better not try to take the nailpolish off after they had worked so long on it and that they would check to see if was still on when they next saw me!!
Well that is my story I don't know if anyone liked it or if you all just think it is dumb. But if anyone else had any stories like that where they were tied/taped down and had their nails painted or have tied/taped someone down and painted thier nails I would love to hear them!!!
Also one more thing if anyone knows any sites that have good pics of girls tied up or taped up with no nudity I would love to know where you can e-mail them to me or just post them! Thanks!
|Anyone have the archives before
tripod took the site down or a link to where the archives can get obtained.
|DTmanus, that was a great story!! If you have any more, please feel free to post them!|
|I'm also curious: does anyone know where Doug is with this month's story? He is such an excellent writer, and I am always eager for another!|
|My thanks to Canuck and Mark
T for their comments and appreciation. No, I didn't feel I was being bullied
- the events took place in a time (almost a different world) when disobedience
was liable to bring swift (and painful) retribution. I felt I had been
let off lightly by my brother and hell, yes, the fact was I DID like being
tied up! I remained on the best of terms with my brother but he did not
hesitate to use his wiles in getting me tied up if he saw an opportunity.
We still occasionally laugh about it.
I hope to have my next tale ready in a few days if people are interested.
|Captive Penny's site is down again!|
|Either her server is having
problems, or Dr. Claw has cpatured her, but her site's no longer running
again. This constant "killing" of sites is really getting on my nerves.
One more thing for future writers: YOU DON'T
NEED TO ASK US IS WE ARE INTERESTED!! Readers here will ALWAYS be intested
in a new story, from now until the END OF TIME!! If you have a story, you
don't need approval to post it. As Nike says, "Just do it".
I don't mean to be rude, but I am just getting
sick and tired of folks who ask permission or want a fan base before they
post. Even if no one responds to your story, all are read and enjoyed in
some way by somebody, so just write'em if you got'em.
That's all for now. Like vine growth, I shall return. Ciao.
|US of A, and proud, dammit! Bin Laden can kiss my butt!|
|I read Alex's story, about being suspended in the air whille tied up before the archive went down, and i really ejoyed it. Does anyone else have a stroy about being tied up while being suspended in the air?|
|Captive Penny's site|
|According to freeserver.com she has exceeded her monthly bandwith allowance for a free site. The site will be back up on 11/01/01|
The events of that evening on Halloween night go back about five years now, so some of the details may be a bit blurry. I am writing this tale from memory by the soft light of a candle, to create a good mood for a Halloween tale. Anyway, dear readers, dim the lights, get comfortable, and get ready for a fun, sexy story . . .
I looked in the mirror for perhaps the fourth time that evening. I had to admit, I looked pretty good! The French Maid costume was a good fit. The white-frilled, sheer black skirt came to just above mid-thigh. Not quite as short as I had feared it would be, but a bit shorter than the conservative, tailored skirts and dresses I usually wore. The outfit came complete with a frilly white apron, headband, and elbow-high white gloves. I had selected a pair of sheer, lycra nylons and white high-heels to finish the look. My girlfriend, Kelly, had talked me into going to her annual Halloween party dressed like this, and I could feel myself blushing . . .
Earlier that week, Kelly and I had gone shopping for costumes for the fabulous party that she said she was having. She thought that my taste in clothes was much too conservative; that someone as gorgeous as me should learn to flaunt it. We were driving along the town’s main street, cruising along slowly. “There it is,” Kelly exclaimed, pointing to a store. It was a costume store. She pulled the car up and parked on the side of the street. After feeding the meter, we went inside. Hundreds of costumes hung on the racks along the walls and on display mannequins. We looked up and down the racks.
“This is what I’m going to wear!” She settled for a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader uniform. “Now we just have to get you sorted out.” She selected a French maid uniform for myself. “Here. This is just the costume for you!”
My eyes widened. I couldn’t wear this. It was just a bit too sexy, too revealing. “Oh, I don’t know, Kelly. I mean, the skirt on the costume is a bit too short. It would be like wearing lingerie to your party.”
“My gosh.” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “ Lisa, you are never going to get anywhere with that attitude. Loosen up, girl.” So that was it. I was going to wear that costume. Resignedly, I took the costume from Kelly, went to the check out counter, and reached into my purse . . .
I pulled myself back to the present. The party would be starting soon, and I didn’t want to be late. I put the finishing touches on my costume – a pair of dangly earrings and some lipstick. Okay, here goes, I thought. It was getting cool outside this time of year, so I covered myself up with a Teen Flo trench coat. Satisfied, I closed and locked the door to my apartment and walked toward the elevator and pushed the button for the elevator. As I descended to the building lobby, I was grateful that I didn’t run into anybody that I knew. It was just starting to become dusk, and the air was brisk, beautiful fall weather as the early evening approached. Reaching my car, I started up my 7 year old Honda Civic. So far so good.
I knew the way to Kelly’s parents’ homestead
on the outskirts of the small town where we lived. It was located in the
outer regions in a rural area containing a few farms and orchards. Quite
a beautiful part of the countryside. Driving carefully, as there would
be children roaming the street trick or treating, I headed out to the rural
area where she lived
After driving for about half an hour, I could
see the house in the distance. Though I had been there quite a few times
before, I never ceased to marvel at the charm of the place. It was a classic
homestead, a century home that had been renovated with modern conveniences.
To add to its charms, it was on a large piece of land, complete with a
cornfield and a barn. For Halloween, Kelly and some of her other friends
had gone all out to make it a spooky occasion. As I pulled up in the car,
I could see that there were some pretend gravestones on the front yard.
I pulled my Honda up behind Kelly’s car, turned off the ignition, and got
out the car. I decided to leave my purse under the front seat. Okay, here
goes. Self-consciously, I gathered my coat around me, and walked up to
the main entrance. The sounds of the party were already in progress. I
could hear the din over the sound of my heels clicking on the pavement,
and the rustling of leaves in the gentle night breeze. The moon was full
I walked up several steps to the veranda, and then proceeded to the front door. The veranda was one of those that was covered over, and extended the width of the front of the house. Dressed as I was under the coat, I could feel myself blushing once more. There was a scarecrow with glowing orange eyes propped up on a rocking chair at the end of the veranda, and he seemed almost to be leering at me, as though he could see through my coat. I raised a gloved hand and knocked on the door. In a few moments, the door flew open and there was Kelly in her cheerleader uniform, looking very sexy I might add.
“Come on in,” she shouted. She took my jacked and hung it up. “My God, Lisa, you look like totally awesome! Every guy at the party is going to be all over you!”
Completely blushing now, and aware that people were noticing the newcomer to the festivities, I proceeded in.
I marveled at the variety of costumes that
the guests had worn that evening. There was a girl dressed as a bride.
He turned deep red at this underneath the mascara. “Some of the other guys said they were going in drag also. Looks like I wound up looking ridiculous.”
I assured him he looked great. The truth is, I admired any guy secure enough in his masculinity to go to a Halloween party dressed as a girl. “Never mind what anyone says, “ I reassured him, “I think you look fabulous!”
I mingled some more with the guests. Many of them I recognized underneath their costumes; some I had never met before, or was unable to recognize. I received complements of my own about my costume. Blushing, I explained that it was Kelly’s ideam not mine. I helped myself to some munchies. Candy apples, rice crispy squares. Hors d’oveures. Kelly had really put out all the stops to make this a memorable occasion. How memorable was yet to be seen . . .
“Howdy, l’ll lady!” I was suddenly aware of an arm around my waist. Steve was dressed as a cowboy. John Wayne reincarnated. “Just what the party needs – a sexy French Maid.” Steve fancied himself as God’s gift to women, and the sight of a girl dressed the way I was more than enough to encourage his interest. “What say you and I have a dance later on?”
I really didn’t want to dance with him. Like many girls, I found that he could be a bit obnoxious. I pulled my self away. “Thanks, but I actually promised someone else the first dance.” I was searching for excuses. The thought of him with his hands on me, especially dressed the way I was, was a bit much. “Ryan asked me . .”
“Ryan,” Steve laughed. “Looks like he showed up in his weekend clothes. Actually, we convinced him that a bunch of us were going to dress as women tonight! Looks like he fell for it!”
Actually, I thought this was kind of mean of Steve. Ryan was a nice guy, and I actually was determined to get to know him better this evening, tight dress or not. I mingled with some of my girlfriends. Sue, who I went to college with, was dressed as a sexy she-devil. “This is some party, huh.” She shouted over the music.
Suddenly, Kelly was there. “Lisa, you look absolutely gorgeous! I did tell you that already didn’t I?”
“That’s what I keep hearing,” I sighed.
“Lisa, you are just too modest. Loosen up, for Pete’s sake!”
Kelly drifted off to see to her other guests. I stood marveling at the festivities, leaning against a staircase banister, when suddenly a glanced something flash overhead. Before I knew what was happening, my arms were pinned to my side and to the banister. Steve had lassoed me. He made several more turns with the rope around my body and my legs. “Gotcha,” he exclaimed. “Looks like I caught myself a nice prize!”
|Great story so far, please continue.|
|Hi, im 14, and I finally got tied up by a girl today!!!! Ill post the story soon enough! =D|
I was looking through some links and lo and behold there was your name in the Collections at Asstr.org! I assume that this will be your new server...Good choice. Asstr has been around for awhile (with its ups and downs of course), but they have proved to be dependable over the years.
You are in good company here, and I hope you enjoy your stay...
|Curt, you caught me in the act!|
|ASSTR will indeed be my new
server for the archives. The home page, however, will most likely be somewhere
else, probably on 50megs.com.
So stay tuned everyone, the site will be
back online quite soon.
In the meantime, as usual, please keep posting your great stories!
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|Kids in Bondage News|
|Dreambook has suspended all posting to KIB board [http://books.dreambook.com/kib/index.html] and it's very likely they'll close it down very soon. This is the only way I can let everyone know what's happening. The good news is that we will have our own safe web site in a few days where everyone will be able to post stories. As soon as it's ready, I'll post the link here. In the meantime you can stay in touch with me by e-mail.|
Why did Dreambook, suspend the KIB book? Did you give you a reason?
|Hi Fallen Angel,
No they never give reason why they close down sites. I'm currently trying to open Kids in Bondage web site at asstr.org. I hope it won't take too long.
|Jason...I am not a bit surprized
that KIB was shut down. The last story posted, featuring a graphic description
of a ten (yes, TEN) year old baby girl being tied and sexually abused by
two older boys warrants itsemise.
Thanks to Canuck's administration, this site never had that garbage.
|Anyone know the address to Warmachine's Mother's Tied Up site?|
|I used to visit that place, but I don't know the address and it isn't here anymore. Anyone out there in internet-land know it? It'd be very helpful.|
|Exactly my thoughts.|
|My First Bondage Experience|
Note: All these names have been changed, including mine.
I am 14 years old currently. Ever since I was a kid, I used to love seeing people tied up on TV, especially girls. It would always excite me, and get my body flowing with blood. I would always feel bad for the person tied up, but at the same time, would have loved to be in his/her place.
I am pretty average. In school, I have always been teases as "little man" or "little pimp." I am Freshmen in high school, and at 5'2, all the older kids hate me, because all the girls think I'm "cute" so I use that to flirt. I don't really like any of them, but, ya know, its just, well, fun!
Anyway, to my point. I have this MAJOR obsession with spiking my hair with hair gel. I have no idea why! I do it whenever I go to school and go out with friends, but when being tied up, my hair just has to be like that! Also, I have met many people with this next obsession. I love nylon and goose down! Okay, I bet you think I am so weird! But I love that soft feeling against my skin while being tied up. Anways, to the story...
It was a Saturday morning. Two yeas ago. I had just turned 12 that summer. I can't recall the exact date, but it was in early December, and school has just gotten out for Christmas. 7th grade was halfway finished. Anways, school had gotten out yesterday, Friday. I woke that Saturday morning, and immediately ran to my computer. Don’t know if any of you have heard of this MMORPG called Everquest, but it’s a really fun game that is online, and you can play while talking with other people all over the world. It is very addicting, so I went to go play it. At about 10:00, my Mom calls me, and says that my best friend Justin was on the phone. I picked up the phone near my computer.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey man, it’s Justin." The voice replied. "I was wondering if you could come over today. I have something really cool to show you!"
"Cool! Let me ask my Mom!" I replied. I quickly put down the phone and yelled downstairs to her. "Mom? Can I go over to Justin’s house for the day?"
"Yes! Sure! But I can’t drive you because I have to drive your little sister to her ballet lesson!" My Mom shouted back.
"Mom! He lives right down the street! I can walk! Jeese!" I replied. My Mom is so annoying.
"Okay, I want you to eat breakfast before you leave. And dress warmly, it’s freezing out there!" We lived in Seattle, Washington, so it became very cold during the winter.
"Okay, whatever." The door shut. She left. Like I was really going to eat breakfast. I picked the phone back up. "Okay. She said it’s fine. I’ll be over in a flash." I logged off EQ, and realized I was still in my pajamas. I dashed into my bedroom, threw my clothes off, and dug through my dresser to find something warm to wear. I couldn’t find anything! I quickly slipped on some cargo shorts from abercrombie, and a yellow long sleeve shirt also from abercrombie. I ran into my bathroom, grabbed my hair gel, and quickly spiked my brown, actually it was also blond then since I highlighted it, hair. I ran downstairs, pulled my socks and shoes on, then went to the closet. I took my puffy, blue, goose down jacket from the North Face, from the closet, zipped it up, then began my journey.
I shoved my freezing hands into the warmt pockets of the down filled jacket. God was I freezing. I had shorts on in 20 degree weather. The street was covered with snow from the previous night. I carefully made my way down the street, and finally arrived at my destination. I approached my friend’s house, and helped myself in the door. I go there 24/7. Our parent’s actually joke around about how I am Justin’s twin brother. I spend more time at his house then at my own!
"Hey Michael!" Justin shouted, running down the stairs. He had brown hair like mine, but his wasn’t spiked or highlighted. He always wore his neatly parted to one side. "My parents aren’t home because they had to take my brother to football practice, so we are home alone!"
"SCORE!" I shouted. Justin reached to help me take off my jacket. I immediately threw his hand back. Like I stated before, I love my goose down! No one can touch it, NO ONE! J Little obsessive? Nah.
"Oops! I forgot how much you loved that piece of crap." Justin was startled at how I pushed his hand away.
"Hey, I like it, and it isn’t a piece of crap!" He shrugged. "So, what’d you have to show me?" I asked.
"Oh yea! I almost for got about that! It’s in the Family Room." He replied. We wuickly dashed in the Family Room, my jacket still equipped. There, sitting on the couch, were two short ropes. I had no idea what the hell they were for.
"Uh. Justin. Those ropes is ALL you wanted to show me?" I had no ieda what bondage was, and had no idea that he loved it. I hated being tied, locked, or confined up in any way. I LOVED to see people tied up, but I couldn’t stand being help captive myself.
"Get on the couch!" He ordered. "NOW!"
"Dude! Forget this I’m going home!" I yelled. Who the hell did he think he was?
"Oh are you? I don’t think so!" He replied. And with that, he grabbed the puffy collar of my jacket, and pulled, then threw me onto the couch.
"Did you just touch my jacket?" I yelled.
"Oh shutup about your stupid jacket!" I was getting a little mad. "Now, sit up and put your hands behind your back.." He ordered as he picked up the two lengths of rope.
"No way dude! What the hell are you gonna do? Tie me up? Jeese!" I was getting worried. This wasn’t the Justin I used to know.
He smiled. "That’s exactly what I planned to do."
"Dude! You know I am claustrophobic! No way I could stand being tied up!"
"I didn’t want to have to apply force!" He sighed.
"YOU CAN’T FORCE ME TO DO ANYTHING!" I shouted.
"I can’t?" And with that, he, again, pulled me by the jacket, swung me around, yanked me hands behind my back, and tied them together with the first length of rope.
"LET ME GO JERK! WHAT THE HECK? I am calling your Mom! Let me go!" I was struggling for my life as he knotted my hands together. But finally, they were secured, tight. I tried to pull, untie, or anything to get them free, but he tied a WONDERFUL knot. He pushed me back onto the couch, sitting up.
He smiled. "Now. Wouldn’t that have been much easier of you cooperated? Now put both of your feet together.
"No!" I refused, but I didn’t have much of a choice since my hands were bound behind my back.
"Fine. I’ll do it myself. And if you even think about kicking me, I’ll just have to torture you." Now this scared me, so I let him secure my ankles together with the last strand of rope. In seconds, I both my hands and feet were securely bound.
"Should I hog-tie you? Nah. You’re just a beginner so I’ll go easy on you." He smiled. A beginner at what!? I thought. Again. I struggled to get free of my bonds, but they were tight!
"Okay you sicko! Fun is over, now let me go!" I ordered.
"I don’t think so." He approached me and started tickling me. I yelled so loud that he jumped up and land on his feet.
"Please let me go! I hate this! I hate you!" I knew, however, deep down inside, I enjoyed this more than my EQ.
"Oh fine!" And with that, he untied me.
After I was free, I told him that it had been the best time of my life, and that we should do it more often. He told me it was called bondage. That was the first time in my life I had ever heard it called by its official name. I never knew that’s what it was called. I always thought I was just weird that I liked Goose Down and watching people be tied up. But now I knew my best friend loved it too. It was like a right of passage for me.
Justin and I have had many bondage adventures since then. I’ll be sure to post them! Bye! Hope you enjoyed.
Oh yea. Anyone else here have a Goose Down Fetish? Also, can anyone post sites of pics with young boys in bondage. PLEASE NO PORNO ETC. Whenevr I search for Young Boy Bondage, I always get sick sites, and they consider young to be like 18. I mean young, like, 10-14. Thanks!
I just wanted to let you know that
I finally found a new server for my homepage and the archives. Thanks to
the great folks at ASSTR, my site is now hosted at
Please update your bookmarks, and see you there!
|Hello! I have read Canuck's site for a LONG time, and have decided to write my first post. This is it! My first Bondage Experience will be out soon! I posted it, but it didn't show up? Does it take long? Help!|
|KIB Web Site|
|Kids in Bondage Web Site is finally open. You can read and post your stories or leave your comments on KIB chat board.|
|I will be on a weeks holiday
(and no not tied and gagged unfortunately) from this Saturday. I will be
back the following Sunday. Anyone still wishing to join this site can do
so now. If you apply after Friday then please realise that I will not be
able to put you through until next week.
Those of you who have joined do not seem to be making use of a vast resource called a gaggy private chat room where we fellow travelers can discuss our tied up stories or tied and gagged history.
I guess you all know it by now it is called,Teens kidnapped, tied, gagged on Soaps,TV and movies. I do hope this URL works but remember it will ask you to register.http://communities.msn.co.uk/TeenskidnappedtiedgaggedonSoapsTVandmovies&naventryid=106.
Canuck I hope you will respond to my e-mail I sent you and will become the assistant manager of this community. Also it would be nice for anybody in tied up stories land who has already joined make use to the gaggy private chat room. Of course you have to let others know when you are there otherwise you will be chatting to yourself.
Oh well its a happy birthday to me for Sunday, and not a tie and gag in site. Oh how can this happen to the young man they call the famous gagboy.
Some of the other guests were noticing and smiling. I could feel myself turning beet-red with embarrassment. “Okay, Steve, very funny. Let me go!” I squirmed, but didn’t have the slack to get free.
“Okay, but on one condition. You give me a slow dance.”
What could I do? I was aware that my being tied up this way was attracting attention. I wriggled some more to try and get free, as a few people smiled and pointed in my direction. “Okay,” I sighed. “You win.”
After he untied me, Steve led me into the middle of the room and we danced with the other guests. Throughout the dance, he held me close. His hand, which was on my waist, started to slide down to my hip. I took hold of it and put it back to my waist. Something was going to have to be done about this. He said, “Looking real sexy, this evenin’, Lisa. French Maid, huh? Me and my buddies are havin’ a party next month to celebrate our victory.” Steve played football, and his team won the championship, as he was fond of telling anyone who would listen. “We could sure use a French Maid to serve drinks and keep the guests happy.”
My mouth opened with astonishment. This was outrageous! If Steve thought that I would be his personal servant at his party dressed like this, he had something else coming. But there was a plan formulating in my mind . . .
“So this victory party of yours,” I started, trying to make conversation, “It’s going to be quite the event?” We were still gyrating slowly around the floor, Steve holding me close.
“Yeah. It’s our victory. We’re serving beer, wine. You name it. All the foot you can eat. We could sure use someone like you to help out. The guys would sure like it if you came as you are.”
I was aware that Steve was surreptitiously looking at my cleavage as we danced. “Why don’t we grab a bite to eat,” I suggested. I was anxious to put a little distance between the two of us. He was holding me a little too close.
“Sure. Sounds good to me.” Steve gestured towards a couch. “Grab a seat. I’ll bring us something over.”
As he veered over to the snack table, I went over to the couch and sat down, glad for the break. The other guests seemed to be having a good time. The costumes and decorations were making for quite an event. I was wondering if coming single to this party was such a good idea. Most of the other guests had come with dates. I guess Kelly had wanted me to come dressed as a French Maid because she thought that I was too square and needed to flaunt myself a bit more. The truth is, I didn’t go out too much. I was just as content with a good book and a glass of wine, as I was with a night on the town. I did date occasionally, but being the shy type, I wasn’t asked out too often. I hadn’t had too many boyfriends. I relaxed, sat back, and crossed my legs, self-consciously pulling down at the hem of my skirt so that too much leg wasn’t showing.
Suddenly, Steve re-appeared with two drinks and some snacks. He sat down beside me, and handed me a glass of wine. I could see him glancing down at my legs. “Quite a party Kelly has thrown, hasn’t she?”
“Yes, it’s turned out to be quite the event. She throws a party like this every year, but I think that this is the best one so far.” I thought for a moment. “So this party of yours that you’re having, it’s going to be great also?”
“Better believe it, toots, that’s why I want you to come.”
“I see.” The plan that I had been turning over was starting to come into focus. “You know, it’s getting pretty stuffy in here. Why don’t we step out for a breath of fresh air and talk about it?”
A smile slowly spread across Steve’s face. I guess he thought he was getting somewhere with me. First base, perhaps. “Sounds great to me. We’ll go for a little walk.”
We got up and walked out to the front hallway and out the front door. There, several couples stood milling around on the veranda, talking, or sipping drinks, or wandering around the property. Steve and I walked down the front steps. The air was cool, but not uncomfortable. The breeze made a distant hissing sound as it blew through the cornfield. The full moon cast our shadows as we walked. Several hundred feet behind the homestead, the barn loomed. In the moonlit darkness, it was an imposing, spooky presence. The barn doors were closed and locked with a length of chain and padlock. However, there was a regular doorway to one side, intended for people use.
“Steve, about this party of yours. I was just thinking, it sounds pretty exciting. When are you having it?” We were stood by the door to the barn. It wasn’t locked, and stood slightly ajar. “There’s a bit of a cool breeze picking up. Why don’t we step into the barn and talk about it?”
Steve lit up at this. A smile slowly spread across his face. “Now your talking, toots. After you.” He made a gesture for me to enter first. I stepped over the threshold and into darkness. Steve followed suit. Feeling around, I located the open-wire light switch I knew to be there, and suddenly the inside was bathed in a soft light. There were a couple of light bulbs illuminating the barn. The barn had several stalls for horses. They were empty at the moment. Kelly’s parents raised horses for show, and they were currently at a contest. A small tractor was parked to one side, waiting in preparation for the cornfield harvesting. Several bails of hay lay strewn around. There were a number of tools, including a scythe and a pitchfork hung on the barn walls. There were also several coils of rope. Perfect. I think.
“So, Steve, I was thinking.” I was really nervous at this point, but determined not to show it. “I’ll come to your party. However, there is just one condition . . .”
“And what would that be?” He stood before me, looking down and leering.
Okay, here goes nothing. I took a deep breath. “ Remember when I said I would dance with you if you untied me from the banister, earlier on?” Lisa, girl, what are you doing? “ Well, I’ll come to your party if you let me tie you up, this time. If you can escape in an hour, I’ll come.” There. I said it.
Steve stood looking at me. I didn’t know if he would laugh, or what. “Gee, I don’t know if I can trust you.” Either way, I guessed he was trembling with excitement and could taste copper in his mouth, at this point. After all, I was dressed as a French Maid.
“Well, then, maybe I shouldn’t come to the party . . .” I turned and started to leave.
“Okay, okay. Here, tie me up!” He reached for the lasso he had on his gun-belt and handed it to me. Shaking out the coils, I walked behind him and crossed his hands behind his back. Now, dear readers, there is something you must understand at this point. We girls are experts at bondage. Like many young girls, I had several years of babysitting experience, and whether you do the tying, or are the one tied, you learn how to tie someone up so that there is no chance of escape. Steve was about to find this out.
I made numerous diagonal loops around his wrists, continually pulling it tighter. With the remaining couple of feet, I cinched the rope between the coils and his wrists and tied the final knot, making sure it couldn’t be reached. So far so good. Steve tugged experimentally at his restraints. “Not bad, pretty lady,” he laughed.
“Relax, cowboy, I’m not finished yet.” I left him stood there, while I got some of the ropes that were hung up with the tools. I was starting to relax and really enjoy this. Taking one of the coils of rope, I wrapped it around Steve’s body, pulling his arms firmly against his body until there was no slack whatsoever. I finished off by cinching the remaining rope between his arms and torso so there was no chance of the ropes slipping up or down. “Okay, let’s get you laid down.”
He looked at me questioningly. I helped him down to the ground and then rolled him so that he was face down on his stomach. Taking another length of rope, I tied his legs together just above the knees, cinching it, then I tied his ankles together the same way. I took the final length of rope, tied it to his ankles and then drew then back. I then finished by tying the remainder to his wrists. Steve was now in a very effective, utterly inescapable hog-tie. I had him where I wanted him.
“Not bad, toots,” he laughed, but there was a cloud of doubt on his face. He tugged at the ropes.
“Okay, cowboy, you have an hour to get free. If you manage to escape, I’ll come as I am now to your party. If not, the deals off. Got it?” For the first time that evening, I felt safe. I sat on a bale of hay with my legs crossed, not bothering to pull down at my hemline, giving Steve a good look at my gams.
Steve started his escape attempt. He pulled hard at the ropes binding his wrists, and then tried to move his arms up and down. The only thing he managed to do was to rock back and forth slightly. Slowly, the supercilious grin started to fade. Dear readers, if could have seen the look on his face as he realized he couldn’t untie himself. It was priceless. I could feel myself grinning broadly.
“Something the matter, Steve?” I purred smugly. “Got nowhere to go? Poor baby.”
Steve was struggling desperately now. I think he realized that he wasn’t going to get free, and that I wouldn’t be coming to his party. His face was red from the exertion of trying to get loose, and he was sweating slightly, despite the cool autumn temperature. I could see him trying to look around, attempting to see his hands. His fingers were twisting back, desperately trying to find a knot, or a loose coil of rope. It wasn’t going to happen. Finally, the hour was up. Steve lay still, completely exhausted.
“Okay, Lisa,” he looked up resignedly. Lisa, not toots. “You win. I guess you can untie me now.” He wriggled a bit against the ropes for emphasis.
Smiling, I said, “Untie you? I never said I would untie you.”
A look of astonishment crossed Steve’s face. “Wait a minute. You said . . .”
“I said that if you freed yourself, I would come to your party. Who said anything about being untied?” I was thoroughly enjoying myself now. I may have been the shy, girl-next-door type, but now I had the power. I grinned at Steve, rubbing it in that he couldn’t get free.
“Aw, c’mon Lisa. We’re missing the party.” He strained mightily against his bonds.
“You’re going to miss the party. I, on the other hand, am going back to the party, where I intend to enjoy the rest of the evening. You can stay tied up and think about how you harassed me all evening.”
John Wayne was gone now. He was just some guy helplessly tied up. “Please, Lisa. I’m begging you. I’ll do anything! Lisa, please. Miss Bauman. Ma’am.”
“You’ve done enough.” ‘Ma’am’? Just for that, he would stay tied up even longer. I started to get up and move toward the door. “Say another word, and I’ll gag you!” With that, I headed towards the door, gently swaying my hips as I walked, giving Steve a good look at what he couldn’t have. Kelly wouldn’t think I was too square after I told her what I had done to Steve when I got back to the party. We would come back after the party was over and teach him a lesson, and perhaps some respect for women. But that would have to be another tale. I glanced back. He was struggling hard. I smiled, waved goodbye, turned out the lights, closed the door, and left him there in the darkness . . .
Well, dear readers. That’s my story. The candle has almost burned out, and it’s getting late now. I hope you enjoyed my tale. I had so much fun that Halloween evening. There is another party coming up, and I plan on going again as a French Maid. I got the idea to write this story when I came across my costume while rummaging through my closet. In fact, I wore the costume while writing this story, to put me in the festive Halloween mood. Happy Halloween!
|Sandy the "pest"|
Hello again. I posted a rather lengthy story some time ago, about an incident in which I was "kidnapped" at age 12, by a kindly young woman, who tied me up and blindfolded me, but pampered and flattered me the whole time. That was a lot of years ago (never mind how many) but I was able to remember most of the details, so intense was the experience.
At the end of that story, I mentioned a little girl we all knew, back then, named Sandy, who, I suspect, was "snatched" by this same person later. Her account of what happened (she was, of course, bound and securely blindfolded the whole time, like I was) sure sounded similar to my experiences. I was one of the few who believed her story, since I suspect I lived through a similar scenario.
This story is not about that, but about some of the experiences our mob of kids in that particular apartment complex in Phoenix, Arizona had during my middle childhood. I doubt the details will be nearly as vivid, but I will try my best.
If you've ever been to Phoenix, you know
how warm it can get, particularly in the summer months. This story takes
place on (if I recall exactly) a warm, late, spring evening. I don't recall
for certain, but I believe it happened before my own "kidnapping," and
it involved the little girl I mentioned earlier, Sandy, and her brother.
I do not remember her brother's name. The brother was a bit of a hooligan,
always getting into fights or into some other trouble. Sandy, on the other
hand, was a bit spoiled, prone to telling "stories," but was otherwise,
was not unpleasant to be around. She was nothing like her brother. Perhaps
Sandy's only real "problem" was that she was cute and knew it. She had
blond hair, that she usually kept cut short. She was of slender build,
but had muscular arms and legs, probobly because she was a gymnast (I think)
and even if she wasn't, she was constantly on the go, and that doubtless
built up her muscles. I don't think I ever saw the girl in a dress or jeans,
but always dressed in shorts, even on the days when it was cooler, in the
winter months. She absolutely craved attention from the boys, particularly
those older than her. Her brother, in true tradition, thought she was a
pest, which caused problems, because cute little Sandy had a massive crush
on me and would follow me most everywhere. That is what was happening on
this particular evening.
TO BE CONTINUED
|I have been into bondage for
about half my life. I have never been involved in any situations as much
as I wanted to be. If anybody has any pics of any of their stories please
email them to me. Thanx for listening!
THIS SITE ROCKS!!
|Thanks so much, Lisa.
Couldn't you please finish the story? About after the party, how you untied him again; and how he behaved after that?
|To James & Richard, plus a reminder|
|First, the reminder. The other
poster called Jason is not me. I will always post here as Jason Masters.
James, your story is getting interesting. Please continue.
Richard, thanks for answering my concerns. I am glad you didn't feel as though you were being bullied. Isn't it obvious yet that we want to read your next story? Please post it!
|The snatching of Sandy continued|
|"Cmon, let's go!" Sandy's older
brother insisted, sounding more unpleasant by the moment. Would he really
leave his little sister lashed to a tree with her hands tied behind her
back? Could he?
"Let's go!" he repeated the command and this time shoved me a bit. He was one of the most aggressive boys I had ever known. If such an incident occured today, I would have concluded that her brother was experiencing a "melt down."
"We can't just leave her here!" I insisted.
Sandy just stood there, hands bound behind her, watching our conflict with growing delight. She still hadn't made any attempt to free herself.
"We just can't!"
"I don't want her coming with us!" Sandy's brother proclaimed, seeming more aggitated than ever before. Looking back, I wonder if he didn't have REAL emotional troubles, as he was very prone to losing it when things don't go as he wanted them to.
"Then let her go!"
"She'll just follow us!"
I chanced a glance at Sandy and saw a sly grin taking shape on her dimpled face and I knew her brother was right.
"Wait a minute," I announced. My own apartment wasn't far off. "I'll be right back." I made the short dash to my apartment and back in short order, wondering all the time what I might find when I returned. Sandy's brother was prone to awful fits of temper. With her hands securely tied behind her back, Sandy could hardly defend herself. I found both of them alive and well but glaring at one another upon my return. I had brought with me a large blue handkerchief, which I swiftly fashioned into a blindfold. Sandy giggled with delight as I bound it over her eyes and then undid the end of the rope her brother had secured to the tree, using the additional rope to further secure her hands. Sandy just giggled softly and made no attempt to resist.
"There," I said. "She won't know where she is."
Her older brother just glared and seemed unconvinced.
"We can't just leave her here like this!" I said.
The brother just turned, in a huff, and started to walk off. I began leading Sandy in the same direction. When she stumbled a bit in her blindness, I hoisted her onto one shoulder. She shrieked in delight. I smacked her lightly on the rump. "Quiet, you!" I said. That produced a gales of giggles.
And with cute little sandy, bound, blindfolded and slung over one shoulder, I headed off in the direction her brother had gone.
To be continued
|Re: Jason Masters|
|Thanks for your vote of confidence.
I hope to be able to post the next story soon but it will have to wait
until the archives are back up and running. Without them I would have to
give an enormous amount of background info. again for it all to make sense!
Looking back on my last comments I think we were quite fortunate to have been brought up under "non PC" conditions. We played "rough" at times, received (and gave!) a few knocks but never seriously hurt one another or I believe, would have intended to. I guess we were lucky but kids of that age seem to be. Perhaps their bones are softer (and their arms and legs were certainly more flexible!).
I suspect that many of our parents had at least some idea of what we got up to but never needed to interve (the same went for our leaders - I can imagine the outrage that would occur today in the same organisations if a twelve or thirteen year old boy were bound and/or gagged in the manner and circumstances that we endured every week!).
As between my brother and myself (and I believe the same applied to all the other related boys involved in our activities) we both tried hard to capture the other (with greater or lesser success)but since this was a two way affair we had an unsaid agreement that neither of us complained to a higher authority. In any case, "snitching" on the other would have brought swift (and painful) retribution upon both of us.
Planning revenge was always a particularly enjoyable past time!
|I'm the one who asked about the meaning of the "gangly" word. Right now I have a question that hit me today. Did anyone other than yourself and your friends (and us, well, that was logical) ever know about your adventure as a kidnapped kid and your mysterious lady kidnapper?|
|In reply to your question, I
never did mention my own "kidnapping" to any but a few of my friends, and
I am not sure they really believed me. My alcoholic parents and I didn't
have what one would call a real healthy relationship, and I wouldn't have
told them what time it was, never mind relate such an experience to them.
I guess, deep down, I knew that what my mysterious "kidnapper" did was
not, by most standards "normal," and that something might happen if I mentioned
anything. I didn't want that.
Sandy, on the other hand, was a different matter. She blabbed it far and wide. Few believed her, I don't think, as she was prone to doing things for attention, particularly making up stories. I strongly suspected, based on what she told me, that she was "kidnapped" by the same person. Like me, she was kept tied and blindfolded the whole time and, I don't think, ever actually saw her kidnapper. Could she have made up the story based on what I had said? I wonder. It's possible, but I never did tell her any of what happened to me, and the few number of friends I related it to would probobly have not shared it with her. Besides, I never did go into much detail. I think, as I said, deep down, I feared someone might do something to this young woman. Sandy related details to me that she could only have known if she had experienced something like I did. So my belief is that she was "kidnapped" just like I was.
Nuts...not only did I not want this young woman caught (she never hurt me in any way) but I think I kind of hoped she would snatch me again sometime. Based on how Sandy talked about her experience, I think she felt the same way.
I will resume my latest tale a bit later on. Right now, it is late and I haven't gotten much sleep lately...
|With Halloween fast approaching
and some of you possibly arranging parties particularly for the kids here's
a variation on a couple of old familiar games.
For apple ducking (removing apple from bowl of water with teeth) have contestants kneel blindfolded, and with hands tied behind their back. Similarly for apple bobbing (eating apple or doughnut etc. suspended on string). Having their hands bound makes it much more difficult to balance and of course prevents any cheating whatever!
At a large party organised by neighbours last year both games were a great success with the kids, both boys and girls aged approx. 9-14 years. Many of them were reluctant to be freed after competing!
|Where is Doug?|
|Has anyone heard from Doug recently? I really like his stories, and he hasn't posted in quite a while.|
|anon, on Halloween & tie-up games|
|If tying children for a game,
I suggest getting an old bedsheet and cutting it into 3-inch-wide strips,
then sewing the sides of the strips into hems to stop them unravelling.
The strips of cloth are perfect for tying someone up, but the cloth spreads
the pressure over a wide area, making it safer than rope.
"Kidnapping" someone as part of a game could also be used as a Halloween event, if you are sure that the child will not be really scared by the "kidnapping" and all relevant adults have cleared it.
|To Jason Masters|
|You mentioned kidnapping a child
as a prank or a joke. I've done that before but am afraid to mention it
here, for fear someone is going to think I'm a pedophile or some kind of
freak like that.
I guarantee I am not. The child involved was one I knew quite well. Knew the family too. Still do. Recently went to her wedding. I guess they weren't too traumatized by it all.
Actually, a few of them were in on it too.
Tomorrow I think I will resume more story about Sandy. Now telling that story is different, I think, as I was a child myself at the time...
|Please tell both stories! We've seen all sorts of stories on here, and yours shouldn't bother too many people. I'd really like to hear abo|
|This is great|
|I have always had a fascination
with bondage, but until a few years ago I thought I was a freak! I feel
more accepted than ever....Thanks guys.......
P.S. I have a great story to share when I have time to write it.
|WHERE IS BOUNDIT'S SITE???????|
|Does anyone possibly know of a site that is sort of the female version of BOUNDIT? I would like to see it.|
|Pal,scrool up a few to alex post|
|Comment to Lisa|
|Lisa, thanks for your story.
I enjoy stories/times when us girls have the upper-hand. I have a couple
of questions for you.
How long was he tied up for? How did he get untied?
How did he behave towards you after he was untied? Was he a little bit humble and humiliated?
I have tied up three guys in my 21-year old life and each time I feel this rush of power. Did you get this rush?
Thanks again, Lisa
|Jennifer, please, please tell us your stories!|
|Tying up guys, taking off their shoes & tickling their feet|
|Anyone ever do this??? please post any/all experiences|
|Jennifer - Please tell us more!|
I am enjoying the story you are currently writing. I would like to read your first story about your kidnapping. Can you tell me when you wrote it so I can check the archives? Thanks so much for your hard work in writing the stories.
|Tying up older boy next door|
|Well, since some people requested
me to share my stories I will share the first time I tied a guy up. Hopefully
it will be as interesting to you as it was an exciting rush for me.
Growing up I was kind of a tomboy. For example, I liked to play soccer with the neighbor boy. I was 15 and he was 17. I think he kind of liked me, but in my mind there was nothing romantic between us. One day at his family's backyard when we played, we on one play both fell on the grass. For whatever reason, he started to wrestle with me. He was quite a bit bigger and stronger than me so he had no problem eventually pinning me down. This was no big deal, we were both friends and we had play-wrestled before. But this time felt different. "I'm going to tie you up", he said. I started to worry a little bit as he had never done this before and on top of that his family was out of town until later that evening. He picked up his sister's jumprope, which laid on the ground and were about to move my body so that my hands would go behind my back. I assumed he was going to tie my hands behind my back. I screamed at him to not tie me up and that he would regret it. He wouldn't listen. I was getting a little bit nervous.
I then desperately told him he could tie me up if I could tie him up first. All of a sudden he stopped, didn't say anything (as if he were thinking about it). "OK", he said, "you tie me up first but then I can tie you up, OK". I said "fine".
I asked him for some ropes and he went to his family's garage, and subsequently came back out with quite a bit of rope. I then told him to go to the flagpole. I tied his hands behind his back to the flagpole. My mom had taught me how to tie good knots when I was younger. That skill now came in handy as I used that skill to tie his hands. I was very sure he would not get loose. He tried and tried to wiggle his way loose, but I knew he would have no chance. Watching him, this big guy, being essentially at my mercy gave me a huge rush. I felt so much power over him. For one thing, he deserved it, and I wanted to teach him a lesson. It was so exciting to see him trying to get loose. I started to tease him, "so you can't get a out of a little girls' knots". He looked embarrassed as he kept struggling.
After about maybe 20 minutes, he looked like he had had enough. He looked very disappointed from not being able to get loose. I looked at his hands and they had clear ropeburns from all his struggling. "OK, I guess this time you got lucky. I don't think I can get loose. My turn to tie you up", he said. "OK, any time, I'm waiting", I said with a big smile. This was very exciting for me. "Come on don't be silly, we had an agreement, untie me" he said. Then, in no uncertain terms I said, "no, you will stay tied until your family comes home. This is your punishment for trying to tie me up earlier". Then I picked up my soccerball and slowly walked away. "No, no, you can't do this to me", he begged. "Please Jennifer". The more he begged me, the more power I felt. I felt so much in charge. It was so exciting to seeing and feeling the helplessness of this bigger guy. I was thinking about putting a gag on him. But I thought perhaps it could be unsafe. And I also thought his embarrassment of being tied up by a younger girl and not being able to get loose, may actually keep him quiet until his folks come home.
Sure enough, a couple of hours later, from our back window I could see him still being tied to the flagpole. He was quiet and seemingly resigned to his destiny for that day.
This was my first exposure to tying someone up. It was the first time I knew what it felt like. I have done it twice since and both times I again felt the rush of power.
Eventually later that evening his Mom untied
him. He apparently told his Mom that one of the neighboor boys had played
a trick on him.
|My First Bondage Experience: Introduction|
|My First Bondage Experience
When I was young, I loved to see girls and boys tied up and gagged helplessly on TV. I would receive a rush of excitement through out my body, and I would become very exited. I always wanted to tie a girl or buy up, and then have them tie me up. But, I thought I was weird. I thought I was the only who was like this. I felt like a loser, and that if I ever told anyone about this, I would be shunned by society. Then……then, I found this site. I have read this site for years, and for years to come. And since then, I have had many, many Bondage experiences, and after they were finished, I recorded EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM in my diary. I have recorded total of……well, A LOT. This post is of my first experience, when I first found out that others liked bondage, or actually, to be tied up, because then I never knew of its official name. Anyway, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, err, I mean story……
* * *
I was 13 at the time of my first bondage experience. I am 14 now. I had, well, I still have, brown spiked hair with blond high-lights and brown eyes. I was 5’2 at the time and weighed 85 pounds. At 13, puberty had just began. It was in its early stages, and I had no idea what was ahead in the next year. Bondage experiences, adventures, and relationships with girls. All my life, I have always been known by girls as the "cute" boy, and not the "hot" guy. *Shrugs* Women, who knows? Anyway, since I was 12, I have always been trying to impress girls. I started to spike my hair, only wear abercrombie, and I tried to make myself this "jock." (I still do J). 8th grade was half-way over, and Christmas vacation had started. I live in New Jersey, so at winter it becomes truly freezing. I have this passion, or I guess fetish, for goose down jackets. Now, you probably are thinking, "what a loser," but we all have our kinky turn ons. Okay. So, according to my diary, it was Saturday, December 4, 2000. I can remember every occurance of that day. It would be the day I discovered that other people had this "strange" passion for bondage, and they day I would find this site. It was a typical Saturday morning; wake-up, eat breakfast, watch TV etc. But, this morning, something felt different. I mean, of course, school was out for the winter, and it has snowed over 7 inches last night, but still, something filled the atmosphere. I kind of sensed that today I would tied up for the first time.
* * *
As I was devouring my bowl of Froot Loops, the phone rang.
"I got it!" I remember yelling. I picked it up, and heard the enchanting voice of my girlfriend, Sarah.
"Hey hun!" She answered in reply to my hello. "Watcha doin today?"
"Um, actually, nothing really!" I replied.
"Perfect!" She replied. "Can you come over in a few minutes pleeeease?"
"Definatly! Lemme ask my Mom." I place the phone carefully on the counter. "HEY MOM! CAN I GO OVER TO SARAH’S HOUSE TODAY!?"
"YEA WHATEVER. JUST BE HOME BY 6! YOU’RE FATHER HAS AN IMPORTANT DINNER PARTY TONIGHT, HERE! I WANT YOU TO TAKE A SHOWER AND GET IN A COAT AND TIE BEFORE IT STARTS! IT STARTS AT 7!" She yelled in reply.
"GOT IT!" I replied. "CYA!"
"DRESS WARNLY HUNNY! ITS COLD!"
"OKAY, WHATEVER!" I replied. Like I was going to leave without my Goose Down Jacket. I quickly put the cereal and mils away, and put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. I picked up the phone, again. "Okay, she said its all right, I’ll be right there." Sarah lived right down the street from me, so it was conveniently a short walk.
That’s when it hit me! I was still in my PJ’s! I dashed up the stairs, ran into my room, threw off my clothes, and yanked my drawers open. "BLAST!" I shouted. I couldn’t find anything good looking to wear for Sarah. T finally found a yellow abercrombie tee-shirt, and some cargo shorts from abercrombie as well. Yea! I know it was freezing outside! But that’s all I could find, some shorts and a tee-shirt! I ran to my bathroom, quickly threw some gel in my hair, and in a hurry, I spiked it. Forgetting my socks, I threw on my sneakers, and ran down the stairs. I opened the closet, took my blue Nuptse Goose Down Ski Jacket from the North Face, threw it on and zipped it up to my chin, then began my long treacherous (not really, just trying to descriptive) journey to her house.
I stepped outside a breeze of cold air burned my face. "Should have dresses warmer" I thought to myself. I stuffed my frozen hands into the warmth of the Goose Down pockets on my jackets, and continued onward. My breath was visible as I made my way to her house. With each step, a "crunch" could be heard as my shoes crushed the snow on the street. Finally, I saw her house. I made my way up the driveway, and onto her porch. Reluctantly, I pulled one hand out of the warmth of the goose down, and rang the doorbell. The sexiest face answered.
"Hey cutie." Said Sarah.
"Looking good hun." I stepped in. She has her brown hair up in a pony tail, and had a white tank top covering her upper body. Equipped were a pair a blue jeans on her legs.
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and hung my Goose Down Jacket on the coat hanger. She threw herself back startled. "OH MY GOD! Aren’t you FREEZING out there with only shirt and shorts on with the protection of a mere jacket?"
I chuckled. "Nope!"
"Men." She sighed. "Follow me sweetie up to my room."
We trotted up the stairs, and made our way to her room. As I stepped in, I stood in shock. Sitting there, on the floor, was my best friend Scott. His hands were tied behind his back with a strip of rope. His feet were bound together at the ankles with the same type of rope, and they lay out in front of him.
"HAHA!" I cracked up. "What the hell are you doing Sarah? Why’d you tie him up?" I was trying to hide the fact the I was getting sexually excited. I would be so embarrassed if my two best friends found out my Bondage fetish.
"David! Thank god you’re here! Unite me man! Your girlfriend is insane!" Yelled Scott. (No he wasn’t gagged).
"David! Sit down next to your friend!" Ordered Sarah. I did as she said. What!? You wanted me to put up some resistance? I WANTED TO BE TIED UP!
"Uh, okay! Just don’t hurt my friend." I replied. She wouldn’t ever hurt us, I was just pretending that she was a kidnapper, and she was holding us for ransom. She started to play along with me. At that moment, I feeling of relief filled me. I realized that my own girlfriend, had that same passion, the love, that……that…….that obsession! She, like myself, loved Bondage. We just had a moment of staring at each other, until finally Scott interrupted us.
"Um. HELLO? Are you two going to move on?" He shouted.
I snapped out of my trance.
"Oh, uh, yea! I almost forgot!" I said.
"Sit down David! Sarah ordered, returning her kidnapper character voice. "And of you don’t, your friend Scott here, will get it!"
"Oh god, David sit down!" Yelled a worried Scott. "Who knows what women can do!"
I sat down. She crept behind me, pulled my hands behind my back, and knotted them together at my wrist with a length of rope, similar to the way Scott had been bound. She checked the knot, concluded that it was tight enough, and preceded to approach my ankles. Like she had done with Scott earlier, she pulled my legs strait out in front of my, and tied my ankles together with another length of rope.
"There." She said, satisfied. "If you two want to get out of here alive, I suggest you don’t try and escape. If you even make a peep, I will be sure to gag you." OH MY GOD I WANTED TO BE GAGGED!
"Let us go, whoever the hell you are!" Yelled Scott. Wait a minute. Did he want to be gagged as well? Did he have that same Bondage fetish like Sarah and I. Yes he did is what I found out later, but, then, I had no idea.
"You asked for it wimp!" Sarah yelled. With that, she pulled a white bandanna from her drawer, pried his mouth open, put it in his mouth, then tied it back, behind his head.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" He cried.
"Ack! Let him go you swine!" I yelled at her in character.
"Ah! So you want to be gagged as well young fool? HA!" And she pulled a another white bandanna from her drawer. It looked exactly the same as the one in Scott’s mouth. "Open wide." She ordered. Hell, I want to be gagged, so I opened my mouth without any resistance. Like before, she shoved it in my mouth, then tied it back, behind my head. She checked the knot to make sure it was tight enought, then came back around to admire her work.
"Mmmmmmmmmph!" We both yelled.
"HAHA! I’ll see you two later! I will go downstairs and watch some TV." She was now out of character. She was no longer the kidnapper character, she was herself, Sarah. She was really serious, she was going to go downstairs and watch TV! She grinned, waved, then slammed the door behind her.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" We both yelled after her. We struggled for a few minutes, and finally gave up. Time passed slowly, and after what seemed like an hour, was really only 2 minutes. We heard her foot steps trot back up the stairs, and the door swung open.
"I’m back! Did you miss me? There was nothing good on TV, so I decided to come back and talk with you guys." She said.
"Mmmmmmmmmph!" I yelled.
"What’s that? You want to hog-tied?" She taunted.
"Mmmmmmmmph!" I yelled.
"I am just kidding hun. You guys have been good. I’ll untie you."
She did as she said. And after we were released from our bonds, we went downstairs to watch some TV. Finally 6 o’clock approached, and it was time for me to leave. I zipped up my Goose Down jacket up to my chin, waved good-bye, and made my way back home.
That day was the best day of my life. That night I went online to look up "Tied-up" and this site was the 1st result. Ever since then, I have been a frequent visitor, but have been too shy to share stories. With the attacks on September 11, I felt I could trust you guys.
This is the first out many bondage experiences I had with Sarah and Scott. I hope you enjoyed it! I will be sure to post more!
Author’s Note- These names, except for mine, have been changed for the safety of the name’s possessor. Does anyone know any good bondage sites with young boys. I try and search for "Young Boys in Bondage" on Excite, but they consider young to be "18 years old." When I say young I mean 14 and under. Please, no porno. Also, are there any good goose down fetish sites! Please reply! Thanks!
Next Chapter: My First Bondage Experience: Revenge
|New site for male bondage pics in everyday life|
First, I'd like to say that I am a regular visitor here, but not a frequent poster (I did post a little story in the "Soft and Wooly Bondage stories" section last winter, though), and that I enjoy this site tremendlously.
Canuck, I hope you won't mind me posting this advertisement for my site here, but I thought some of the readers might be interested in my new Yahoo club: it's about boys/men bondage in everyday life.
This site is the counterpart of "Bondage
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boys/men in bondage. Boys get tied up in dorms, at camps, in
You need to be a Yahoo member to view the pics. To sign up on Yahoo, go at clubs.yahoo.com.
Hope to see you there!
|I will be in the Teens kidnapped,
tied, gagged on Soaps,TV and movies chatroom about 9.00 PM GMT on Wednesday
31 October. I hope to have great chats with all you tied up story fans.
There are now 126 members and the number is rising by the cartload. This
means that there is now, no excuse for the chat room to ever be empty.
There is so much to type about given that we can not chat while wearing
a gag over our mouths.
I have decided to do it this way to kick-start the instant chat to complement the great work that Canuck has done and keeps on doing. Boundit being another worthy of a big mention. So hey see you there, and if anybody is holding somebody against there will, please let them loose, if only for a great chat on Wednesday.
Hey you even get to chat to the famous one himself. The good-looking man they call the famous Gagboy.
Hope to see you all in the chat room, all the best
Mark T (The Famous Gagboy and handsome in a gag with it)
i;m back agan! I will be in th chat along with mate Mark. Hope to see you all there and chatting.
Thanks for the comments! To answer your questions, he was tied up for several hours, unable to get free, and he was humbled by the experience!
Loved your story, please post the other two!!
Halloween Hogtie - Conclusion, will be amazing!!
|I your amazing story "Halloween
Hogtie - PART II" you notice, I cite:
"We girls are experts at bondage. Like many young girls, I had several years of babysitting experience, and whether you do the tying, or are the one tied, you learn how to tie someone up so that there is no chance of escape"
Please, tell us about yours experiences
|The second time I tied a guy up|
|Since Lisa asked me to describe
the second time I tied a guy up, I thought I would post that experience
It took place when I was 19 years old. At
the time I was going out with a guy called Joe. I am probably considered
fairly attractive, as I have never had problems having a date for Saturday
night. So I was fairly picky when it came to guys. Joe was pretty handsome,
had been the high-school QB. Joe was 20 at the time and we were both going
to the local college. But I was getting more and more concerned about our
relationship as it seemed to me that Joe was taking me for granted. One
Saturday night we hung out at his place. He had three roommates. But all
his roommates were out that night. Joe and I were watching a movie we had
rented. In the movie, a man was tied up and fairly easily he managed to
get loose. Suddenly I got an idea. I told Joe that "that wasn’t very realistic.
I bet you that I could tie you up and you would never get loose". I was
hoping that Joe would go for it (and fall for my trap) as I now could get
his full attention and teach him a lesson. Joe was kind of macho, so I
figured he just might. "You are crazy", he said. But he agreed to it!
So, we stopped the tape and I told him we
should go to his room and that I needed some rope. He eventually came back
from what I thought was the garage with some rope. Joe had a small room
with a chair, a desk and a bed. It was kind of tight for space. I closed
the door to this room so his roommates couldn’t bother us if they were
to come early. I told him to sit down in his chair and put his hands behind
his back. When I tie somebody up, it is important that the guy’s hands
are behind his back. First, it makes it much more difficult for him to
try to break loose. They will have a harder time figuring out where the
knot is and how it was tied. And for me, I get a real kick out of it, as
I feel much more in charge and dominant. Anyway, I tied his hands behind
his back. I remembered the first time I had tied a guy’s hands to his back.
This time I did it more or less the same way. I looped the rope both horizontally
and vertically. If anything was different is that I tried to make it as
tight as possible. Then I took another rope and tied his wrists to the
back of the chair. This was also done very tightly. Then I tied his ankles
together. I took another rope and tied the ankles to the left chair leg.
I then took yet another rope and tied the ankles to the right chair leg.
These last two ropes tying the ankles to the legs were also tied very tightly.
He hadn’t tried to get loose yet, but I was certain that his movement would
be very limited. At this point I knew he was not going to be able break
loose. But I took one final rope and tied his waist to the chair. Then
I added one more twist, I blindfolded him. You will see why later on.
I then smiled at him, and asked him if he
had any regrets. He usually is very sure of himself and likes to brag.
This time he didn’t even answer me. I think he realized that he was going
to lose. We had set a time limit for 45 minutes. He then started to wiggle
and struggle but as I had predicted he was going nowhere. It was a thrill
for me to watch him struggle knowing that he had no chance.
After the 45 minutes, I asked him how he
was doing. "Wow, where did you learn to tie ropes like that", he complimented
me. "My mom taught me when I was younger", I responded. "Well, good job,
you win, there is no way I could have gotten out of this", he said. "Thanks",
I said. "Well, what are you waiting for, untie me", he then demanded in
a firm voice. "Sorry, big guy you are on your own", I said. "Cut it out,
you untie me now", he yelled. "No, I’m heading out", I said. I then opened
his door and walked slowly down the stairs. "Please Jen, please don’t do
this to me. I can’t let my roommates see my having been tied up by my girlfriend.
Please come back". I then open the front door and slammed it closed. He
thought I had left his house. In reality I had just pretended to. I was
very quietly walking up the stairs. Joe couldn’t hear me since he was making
a lot of noise as he was struggling trying to get free from the ropes in
addition to saying quite a few swearwords.
This had worked out much better than I had
expected. I didn’t realize how embarrassed Joe was going to be if his roommates
learned that his girlfriend had tied him up. I just stood there at the
door opening watching him. Joe couldn’t see me as the chair was facing
the window, not door. And of course, he was blindfolded. Boy, was he struggling.
He tried to move the chair around. But there was not enough space in the
room for the chair to move it around or for it to fall to the floor. In
addition, since I had tied both his wrists and ankles so tightly to the
chair, moving the chair around wouldn’t do him much good. But I gathered
he was so desperate to get loose that he wasn’t thinking. Probably another
hour went by before he finally gave up. It was a thrill for me to see how
helpless he was.
"Give up", I told him. "You are still here",
he said. He seemed sooo relieved. "Jen, please, please untie me", he begged.
"Perhaps, Joe, but first we need to talk", I said. And we talked for some
time. He agreed to be a better boyfriend. I untied him after that. We kept
going out for another 6 months. I know I had taught him a lesson but as
a boyfriend Joe hadn’t really changed and we eventually broke up.
|Jennifer that was a really nice
story and it is shame that you were not able to carry on your relationship
with your boyfriend. However, I do hope that you found someone else to
treat you the way you deserve to be treated. That is with love, respect
and the occasional tie up fun that goes with it.
Mark T ( the famous gagboy)
|Don't forget that the famous
gagboy will be chatting for the first time live in the now very famous
chatroom in the MSN community known as Teens kidnapped, tied, gagged on
Soaps,TV and movies at 9.00 pm Wednesday along with it would seem Mr P
Leathal or known to us a Pete. I would like to thank him for his acknowlegement
of Wednesday and look forward to chatting to you all then.
The famous gagboy talking live, now that really will be a real gaggy (or to you hog tie up fans or story tellers out there) bondage treat.
Mark T ( The man who puts the lips into duct tape)
|Kidnapping Jenny's Mom|
|Hello all, this is ThEgAmE here,
ready as always to relate to you my tie up stories. I haven’t posted since
June, so I will give you a quick recap of who I am, and whom I’ve played
tie-ups with. My stories mainly take place when I’m about ten, with my
good friend from across the street Jenny, and my older sister Stacy. Other
minor people include my big time crush (to this day) Jenny’s older sister
Alexa, as well as Jenny’s friend Laura. Well anyway…
One fall Saturday awhile back, I was hanging
out at Jenny’s house. We had done some things, like playing with action
figures or whatever we did back then, and we were bored. So we decided
to play a tie-up game.
“I’m not in the mood to be tied up.” I stated,
with I sigh.
“Neither am I.” She admitted. After careful
planning we decided that tying up Jenny’s mother was the perfect solution.
We got to tie someone up without running the risk of being tied up ourselves.
“Mom, we’re bored. We want you to play a
game with us,” Jenny told her mom, in her sweetest voice (which wasn’t
all to sweet). Her mom looked up from what she was doing, casually.
“What kind of game?” she asked cordially.
“Cops and Robbers,” Jenny answered. Even
though she looked like it was the last thing she wanted to do, her mom
let out a sigh and shook her head. “Okay, sure.”
After gathering some supplies, Jenny and
I came back to find that Jenny’s mom hadn’t moved a muscle.
“Freeze!” I screamed.
Jenny and I ran up, and we each grabbed her
mom by an arm. We pulled her over to a chair, and sat her down in it.
“Put your hands behind your back!” Jenny
instructed. We met her arms behind the back of the chair. Jenny took a
piece of rope about a yard long and after carefully tight wrapping of her
wrists, they were tightly knotted. Jenny and I continued to tie her to
the chair. Jenny bound her ankles tightly to either leg of the chair as
I bound her lap to the seat of the chair. We then bound her chest to the
back of the chair. She was very tightly bound, and under our power. She
tested her bonds lightly, and when she realized she was powerless, she
gave us a casual smile.
“You kids are pretty good with the ropes,”
she joked. Jenny smiled.
“Yeah, we are.” Jenny replied, as she pulled
out a roll of clear mailing tape. Her mom’s eyes went wide at that sight.
“What’s that for?” she asked with a nervous
“Oh, this is for taping your mouth shut so
when we leave you here for a couple of hours no one will hear you screams.”
Jenny said matter-of-factly.
“Jennifer Sar- Mmmpph!” in mid-speech Jenny
pressed a wide strip of the tape over her mom’s lips. She tried to protest.
“Mmmmmmmmmpppphhh!” she screamed. Jenny then tore off two more strips and
made an “x” over her mom’s lips as well, further plastering her face shut.
Seeing someone gagged with clear tape is weird. Seeing there suppressed
lips and mouth… Anyway, Jenny’s mom mmmpphed loudly into her gag, and struggled
against her bonds, as we stood, watching her mom helplessly bound to a
chair, he commands unable to be heard, as three strips of tape sealed her
“Well, I guess we better get going, we wouldn’t want to take up too much of your time.” Jenny joked. I smiled in agreement, and we walked off, but I was able to get a good glimpse of Jenny’s mom’s angry eyes peering over her tightly gagged mouth… Was this a good idea?
|Wow! I can't believe how long it was since I'd posted last. Two and a half months. First I'd been busy then I was waiting for the site to come back up. Well there's no time like the present I always say.|
|Caught in the Act|
|FOr those of you who haven't
read my August 2001 postings, here is a quick recap. I was 13. Misty was
19. SHe was tall and thin with long sandy blonde hair, very pretty. Her
parents and mine were close friends and I often stayed with them when my
parents went out of town. This one summer, both of our parents were away
on a cruise for several weeks since they decided that Misty was old enough
to take care of things on her own. An offhand comment one night while watching
TV led to the first of many times I was bound and gagged by her. The last
posting told about how she had tied me and a friend named Amy up for the
I saw Amy the next day when she came over again to Misty's house where I was staying. Misty was laying out in the yard in her yellow bikini, working on her tan so Amy and I pretty much had the house to ourselves. We talked and caught up a bit more having not seen each other since last summer, both of us skirting the issue of the time we were tied up together. Amy was cute, she was a little shorter than me, being the same age, approximately, and had a round expressive face with short brown bobbed hair and wore glasses that made her look cuter, and a lot smarter than she was (as I used to say, much to her chagrin.) Today she was wearing a maroon and yellow terrycloth tank top with matching pair of shorts and a pair of flip flops.
As the conversation more and more turned
to the previous day Amy said, with a nervous giggle,
Well, I was surprised to say the least but
didn't feel like bothering her at this time. Misty had of course been very
enthusiastic about tying me up in the past, and I got a strange enjoyment
out of the way she'd tie and tease me.
"Oh, well how about you tie me up then."
she said matter-of-factly. "It might be fun to see how good you are at
I got the familiar rope, that I'd become
quite accustomed to and brought it back to the living room. ALong the way,
I stopped in the laundry room and picked up one of the scarves that had
been left on top of the dryer to use for a gag. When I returned to the
living room I saw Amy sitting on the couch with her hands behind her.
"You know it you fiend!" she said in her melodramatic Damsel in Distress voice.
I ordered her to stand up and taking one end of the rope tied her hands together behind her. If it was exciting being tied up it was just as much tying someone up, especially if it involved a pretty girl.
I passed the rope around her chest and stomach a few times pinning her arms to her side and then around her legs until I got to her feet. I used up all the rope tying her up and although it wasnt as neat, I thought I did a pretty good job.
"Okay let's see you get out of this" I said
sarcastically in my best villian voice.
I made Amy lay on the floor and sat on the sofa watching her struggle and mmmmph!! I never before or since saw a girl who enjoyed struggling more than Amy did. SHe seemd to have the best time trying in vain to escape the clutches of whoever her captor was.
I couldn't resist the temptation to tickle
her, seeing as her flip flops were off and her feet were bare.
"I thought things got pretty quiet for a while there."
Well I don't have to tell you that it was Misty. SHe stood right behind me in her yellow bikini looking very beautiful and very commanding. Hands on her hips with a look of mock reproach on her face.
"I see you're not exactly shy about tying up your little girlfriend there. I think I'm going to have to take some precautions to keep you out of trouble."
"I heard a muffled 'oooh' coming from under
Amy's gag and I was too stunned to say anything for a moment."
"Come with me" she said with a wicked smile that made the lump in my throat grow even bigger. I knew that she was going to tie me up again.
She gently but firmly pulled me into the laundry room and had me wait while she went into the garage. Out she came again with another coil of rope.
"Turn around" she said and I obeyed.
My hands were quickly but tightly bound behind me with one end of the rope. Then a scarf was pulled betwen my teeth gagging me effectively. Then my arms were tied to my sides around my chest and stomach then my legs and feet. Much like the way I tied AMy but much more neater.
"Okay, now we'll see you you like being tied up. Now you know the rules. If you and Amy can escape you get to tie me up until then you're BOTH my prisoners."
WIth that and a villainous laugh (sweet and pretty as she was she sure liked to play the villaness) she lifted me up and carried me back into the living room.
I can't even begin to tell you what a thrill
that was: Bound and helpless being carried by a lovely captor.
"Well Amy look, I brought you a present, all gift wrapped." said Misty with a giggle. Setting me down on the floor she proceeded to tickle me mercilessly all over. Even harder than I did to AMy.
"Okay you two wait right there." she said after she tired of my torture. "I have somethign extra for you."
Amy and I looked at each other wide eyed and curious. WHat could she possibly have instore for us. The minute we saw her go upstairs we both struggled for all we were worth, but Misty had done her fiendish work too well, and so did I.
Well Misty returned and we were still struggling.
"You can't escape you little sillies." she said with a grin.
I saw that she had two strips of cloth, sashes from her bathrobes I guessed.
"Well just to make sure." she said. "I'm going to fix you both up some more."
She rolled me on my stomach and bent my legs back towards my hands. Taking the robe sash she tied it around my feet and attached it to my hands leaving me in a very effective hogtie.
"Ok AMy, are you ready for yours now?"
This made Misty laugh. "Well it's good to
have such a cooperative hostage, makes kidnapping so much easier."
"There" said Misty, kissing me on the forehead and making me blush visibly, judging by AMy's giggles. "That should hold you and your lady love. My my! who's going to rescue you?"
She tickled my feet some more and giggled.
"I'm going to leave you two lovebirds alone now, no kissing!" and with that she went back out to the yard leaving us helpless.
Well it was harder than ever to move now since we were so compacted by the hogties. They were tight and a little uncomfortable but very exciting. We rolled around and squirmed as best we could, trying to escape but knowing that we couldn't. One of us would "mmph" and the other would answer, this gave us both giggling fits for some reason.
Misty would come in and check out ropes to make sure we hadn't loosened them. (Actually I learned later that she was really making sure our circulation was all right but nevermind.)And teased us some more. Misty's teasing always made being in her power much more exciting.
Finally after about and hour or so Misty untied us since AMy had to be home for dinner. I decided to walk Amy home.
"That was fun" she said as we walked down
the street towards her house. "You sure can tie a girl up."
We walked along the road for a while and when we got to her house Amy turned to me and said with a smile.
"Tell you what, I'll come over in a couple
of days and we'll fix her."
WIth that AMy quickly, and somewhat impulsively
kissed me on the cheek and ran off towards her home.
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of stories,btw very awesome new stories everyone:)
Just a quick note,finaly(thanks to Zorro in a round about way) I was able to CLEAN up my Big brothers tie up litle sisters dreambook. ALL the 'Trash" has been removed. Sad to say also I had to remove evan the GOOD posts,but the book needed to start 'fresh" You can also post stories of big sisters tieing up little bros
As always NOTHING hardcore,justclean fun games you played when you were a kid with your brother or sister :)
Canuck glad to see your whole site is back up and running:) as a matter of fact I am going to the archives in just a minute.I urge all the NEW readers/lurkers to do the same,some very awesome stories,almost 4 years worth :)
What happened to your site at plutobeenseen?
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