|This month's stories:
experience of an older person - Tedybear
Annoying Little Sister - neo
Ransom 3 - Casey
And So It Begins - Phoenix
Tied Up by Kids - B
Fit To Be Tied - Doug
Summer Vacation - Carol Jean
Tying Babysitter - Zahnrix
Our First Time with our Babysitter (part 2) - Andy
Snapshots - Nathraq
My Wool Sock Bondage Experience - Tyler
Homework - John Smith
Alvin Gets Captured - Nathraq
| The Bet
Tied on Tracks - tw
Alvin's Revenge - Nathraq
Melissa - Randy B
Tickling the Babysitter - John Smith
GRUPS - Nathraq
Duct Taped by Girls - Coverall lover
Babysitter Bondage w/ Sam - John Smith
Father-Son Bonding - Bound Son
Hollywood Bound - Stacie
Zorro's College Adventure - Zorro
Double the Fun: Part 2 - James
Babysitter Bondage - last part - John Smith
|True experience of an older person|
|This is a really true story
and not a figment of my imagination!
About a year ago I was invited to an afternoon
party with some other adults like myself. We were all out the back
The oldest girl (daughter of a good friend
of mine) about 13 and very tall for her age, was busily tying the others
None of the other adults seemed to take any
notice of the kids activities which all seemed very consential. I made
Later it got a bit cool so we all went inside
the playroom where they were still at it! One eight year old was very
Ive never experienced anything like that
before and I will be surprised if I ever do again! I decided to invite
|KTUAT Gone Again?|
|I went to the link Immortal
gave (http://clik.to/ktuat), but
it says that the URL is no longer in use. Is KTUAT gone
again? Or is there another URL?
|annoying little sister|
|this one time when i was at
my friend joe's house (all names have been changed) whaching tv his little
susan came down the stairs with her friend. " whatchya doin roger" she asked. "nothing, now go away and leave us
alone. " then she and her friend started skipping around the den singing there little annoying 9 year old sister
songs. " cut it out susan or i'm gunna get really mad " "what are you going to do about it " then they started to get really annoying. " if you dont stop we're going to tie you both up and throw you outside " "your going to have to catch me first" and with that they took off up the stairs. l " get her " we ran up after them and caught them about halfway. Then we brought them into the basmeant and pined them down on the couch. " let me go " "no your going to learn your lesson not to bother me when i have a friend over " i held them down and roger went into the garage and came out with a roll of duct tape and some rope. He wrapped the duct tape arpund there wrists then around there ankles. After that he took the rope and started to hog tie them. When he was done he shoved two socks in there mouths and wrapped the tape around there mouth about 4 times gaging them. " there now we're going to throw them out side" It was mid december and snowing lightly out. We each picked one up opend the door and placed them down on the deck. "MMMMMppphhh" "nope you are going to learn your lesson.With that he told me to stay there and whach them as he went inside to get somthing. He came back out with a few blankets and covered them up with them. "there now you cant bother us, we'll come and get you in an hour." With that we went back inside to whach tv. We had lost rack of time. It had been about 4 hours since we had put them out side. " wait a minute...did we forget to untie your sister and her friend." "uh ooh" we ran outside
and saw the two blankets on the ground shkaing with cold. We picked them up and brought them back inside. When we
untied them they didn't even get very mad. They just turned and ran up the stairs.
|ok, so now there were 3 captives.
Valery's, which were me and kristen (who was on val's team), and Danielle's,
was lauryn. danielle and valery argued about who would get who. danielle said she would hand over lauryn once i was
handed over, but val was afraid that danielle would take me and not give lauryn back. this got into a huge fight until
it ended with danielle taking lauryn into her room and valery keeping me and kristen tied up in hers. now, it was
about 10:30 pm, and my parents were in Rhode Island for a funeral, and they'd be up there for a week, so i wasn't
going anywhere as valery said she was going to have a nap. "i'm not gonna lose you while i'm sleeping," she said.
she took some cuffs and cuffed her wrist to mine. so, i laid next to her, still bound and gagged. i couldn't sleep
(go figure). at about 10:45, i started to drift off when i opened my eyes to see danielle in the room. "shhhh," she
whispered. she grabbed the key and uncuffed my wrist. val was a very heavy sleeper, so it wasn't a surprise that she
didn't wake up. danielle then took a strip of tape and softly on her lips and cuffed the other handcuff to her
other wrist, securing her. danielle untied my legs and carefully led me to her room (remember, valery put leather
boots on me). then she sat me on her bed and took off the boots. i was untied and ungagged, then she kissed me in
celebration. to be continued
|And So It Begins|
|Okay, this is my first story
here, so um.. if it looks a little sloppy, my apologies. I'm 14 years old,
and 90 - 110 pounds, and I have been interested in bondage for a long time. (Since 6, and back then I didn't
know it was called that) So, anyway on with da story! :)
Since finding this site, I have tried to
make every effort to at least get tied up once or tie someone up. The chance
I went on my bike and rode to his house.
I went in the house and went up to Matt's room. (I was wearing black
He grabbed my hand and took me into his room.
He then grabbed the string out of my hands, and then went about
He wrapped the string around my hands about
5 times, and then tied the string around the middle until he was out of
Chris then said "Ha! Get out of that!" I
started struggling and was only able to loosen the knots a little. Then
The End. Hope ya enjoyed it, because I know
this isn't the
|Tied up by kids|
|My husband happened on this
site and wanted me to relay a story that happened to me about 18 months
ago. I'm sure
this is mild, but he wanted me to post it. Good friends of ours since college were called off to a family medical
emergency, and asked if we could watch their 10 and 12 year old sons for the evening. My husband had worked late that
evening, and the boys and I ordered pizza.
After a couple of hours, the boys suggested
that we play cowboys and indians. I agreed, but raised an objection
|"Fit To Be Tied"|
|During the early summer of 1978,
when I was thirteen years old, my cousins came up to my house for a two
week visit. They brought along Karen (14), a neighbor of theirs who also
became a very good friend of mine over the years. On Thursday of the first
week of their stay, we had all learned the good news that Becca and her
brother Jim would be spending the weekend with us, starting tomorrow. It
was something that had been in the planning stages for a while, but now,
everything was a go. We kids were excited that Becca and Jim would be joining
us by the lake, because then it would seem truly like a reunion of the
Usual Suspects. The only person who was less than enthusiastic was my father--who,
for the last week, had been muttering about how he felt like a summer camp
When my father left for work that morning, my youngest cousin George (age 8) and I saw him off. Just before he left, my Dad turned to me and said, "If you ever want a little brother, then you'd better kidnap George, because that's the only way you're going to get one."
Now, my father never knew about our tie up games. And when he said that, George and I both laughed and took it for the joke that it was. But after my father left for work, I stared at George in a new light. I was barefoot and shirtless, clad only in a pair of cut off shorts. And George, who had this weird habit of trying to dress exactly like I did, was also barefoot and shirtless, clad only in a pair of cut-off shorts (I was amazed to see that he had even packed a pair of cut-offs).
George had stared out the window, lost in thought, until he noticed me staring at him. An alarm must have went off in his head, because George started to slowly and warily back away from me. I reached out and grabbed him by the nape of his neck. Then I leaned forward and said, "Well, my father did say I should kidnap you...."
George let out this hysterically funny little squeal as he tried to get away, but I caught him in a bear hug from behind and hand-gagged his mouth. "Shhhhh!" I went in his ear. "Shhhhh!"
I glanced up and saw that we were being watched. George's sister Shirley (12) stood in a doorway, enjoying every moment of her little brother's "abduction". She wore a light, summer dress and was barefoot.
"Don't try anything funny," I told her, "or the little guy gets it!"
Shirley happily put her hands up in surrender.
I put my hand on the back of George's neck, then grabbed Shirley's arm with my other hand and led them to my room, where I got my bondage bag. Then I took them both to the deepest, darkest area of my home that I could think of: the basement. My house was situated on a slight hill overlooking the lake, so we never had to worry about our basement getting flooded (in fact, many years later, when the lake overflowed its banks, half of our back yard was submerged, but our house--and the basement--still stayed dry).
I tied George's wrists together behind his back, then I tied Shirley's wrists in the same fashion. I gagged their mouths with strips of duct tape. Both little brother and big sister huddled together with their hands tied behind their backs, and stared at me over their gags with wide eyes. Little did they know that I was just getting started.
Our basement had these thin support beams that held up the house above our heads. I made Shirley and George sit down on the opposite sides of one of these beams, then I tied them to the beam by wrapping a rope around their torsos. I made sure that the rope wasn't too tight--I didn't want them to be uncomfortable, I just wanted them to be held in place. I bound George's ankles together with rope, then I went around and tied Shirley's ankles, as well.
I stood over my captives and gave them a satisfied smile. I imagined that I was holding them for ransom. But I was missing their oldest sister Donna (14) and her friend--as well as mine--Karen (also 14). I grabbed my bondage bag and went hunting.
I found Donna and Karen outside. It turned out that after they helped my mother clean up after breakfast, they went looking for Shirley, George and me. Donna was clad in shorts with a tank top while Karen wore jeans and a t-shirt. Both girls were barefoot. I strode up to them and asked, "Looking for Shirley and George?"
Donna and Karen stared at the bondage bag in my hand, then gave me a wary look, as if to say, "What are you up to?"
"Come with me, and I'll show you where Shirley and George are," I said.
They exchanged a knowing look. Then Karen shrugged as she put her arms up in surrender. Donna did the same. I escorted my new victims back into the house and led them to the basement.
Once there, I got the shock of my life.
Shirley and George were gone! All that was left of them were strips of rope that lay on the floor like dead snakes. The tape that I used to gag them also lay on the floor. To say that I was amazed would be putting it mildly. I was stunned!
But a further shock was waiting for me once I descended the stairs and placed a bare foot on the cool concrete floor. Shirley and George came out from under the steps and held a pair of plastic pistols in my face. "WE GOT YOU, WE GOT YOU!" they both screamed with joy.
At no point in my game as captor did I actually use a toy pistol. So, technically, I was unarmed and could be taken captive by these little creeps.
Remember how I was so careful in not tying too tight the rope that bound George and Shirley to the beam? Well, I guess I was too careful for my own good, because that rope was just loose enough for George to writhe around the beam until he was able to reach his sister's hands and untie them.
Shirley and George's screaming caught the attention of my mother, who came downstairs and shooed us out of the basement. She gave the classic mother's speech about how it was too nice a day outside for us kids to be in the basement all day.
And so Shirley and George's retribution against me had to wait until we could figure out where it would take place. The answer arrived in the form of my neighbor Mona (12). She had become good friends with Shirley when they first met last year. She came over to my house to see if Shirley wanted to do anything. When Shirley replied that she'd love to, but she had to get back at me for tying her up, Mona suggested we go over to her house.
And so Doug the hostage was escorted up the street to Mona's abode, which she shared with her older sister Marie and little brother Tyler. Marie and Tyler weren't home at the moment, and Mona's parents were out working, so this made their house perfect to keep me captive.
Karen delayed going with us because she wanted to go back inside my house and change out of her jeans. She said she would meet us up at Mona's.
Once we arrived at Mona's, I was taken to--of all places--the living room. I was made to lie right down in the center of the room on the carpeted floor. George and Shirley got busy binding me, while Mona got busy with her mouth. She ran on like a chatterbox while my wrists were bound together behind my back by Shirley, who casually chatted with Mona all the time. George busied himself by tying my legs together at the ankles and knees. Donna leaned against the side of a recliner and watched this with great bemusement. I was gagged with duct tape by Shirley, who then proceeded to step over me and stroll out the room with Mona. They never paused their conversation once.
George knelt next to me and rechecked my knots--until he was called over by Donna, who spoke to him in whispered, conspiratorial tones.
I watched them as I lay face down on the carpeted floor. George had collected the roll of tape and leftover rope and placed it back into my bondage bag. Then he ran over to Donna, and they both slid down in the corner, right behind the recliner. They were hiding. But from what? I certainly wasn't in any condition to bother them.
After a good ten minutes of steady silence, broken only by my cousins' whispered giggling, I heard the creak of the floorboards. I glanced up and saw Karen.
She stood in the living room doorway, staring at me with wide eyes. Barefoot, she traded her t-shirt and jeans for a tank top and shorts. From the way she cautiously entered the living room, and the overly frightened manner and which she glanced around, I could tell that Karen had used this situation to act out another of her Nancy Drew fantasies. I really didn't mind. Because what was about to happen next made it all worth it:
Just as Karen knelt down before me (with her back turned to the recliner) Donna and George sprung out from behind the recliner and tackled Karen...right on top of me. There was much laughter (which I also joined in, despite the gag on my mouth) as Donna pulled Karen off of me and sat her up on the floor.
"I knew you were gonna do this," Donna said, as she waved a finger at Karen. "I just knew it! So, you wanna join him?"
"Do I have a choice?" Karen asked, as she glanced up at Donna and George.
My cousins exchanged a glance, then Donna said, "No."
Karen was bound and gagged right on the floor next to me. Her wrists were tied behind her back, and her legs bound together at the ankles and knees. Donna gagged her with the duct tape.
"Have fun!" Donna said, as she and George left Karen and me on the living room floor.
The living room, with its rich, exquisite decors, that only added to this situation. In my warped little mind, I figured that Karen and I were a pair of junior detectives who were prowling around the bad guy's lair until we got captured. We were left bound and gagged, still clad in our casual summer clothes, in the villain's parlor.
If Karen was savoring the moment, she didn't show it. Instead she wiggled and writhed her way over to me (a sight which I'm always pleased to see) until we lay within reach of each other's bound hands. I craned my head over my bare shoulder as I delicately tugged at the knot which bound Karen's wrists together. After a few good tugs, the knot came undone, and Karen sat up and removed her gag.
I lay there, waiting patiently, while Karen bent over and untied her legs. Finally, when she was completely free, Karen came over and knelt down before me. I lay my head against the floor and waited for her to untie my wrist...and I waited...and waited...and waited.....
When nothing happened, I glanced up and saw Karen looming over me with her hands dangling over my bare torso. She had this insane look on her face as she said, "Ticki Wicki Woo!"
Nancy Drew goes psycho! Film at eleven!
I tried to curl myself up into a ball in a feeble effort to protect myself. But all it took was Karen tickling my sides and I was a mass of wiggling Jell-O. It was...awful, just awful. (Well, all right, it wasn't that bad). At the end, when I was nothing more than a quivering wreck with tears (of laughter) streaming down my cheeks, Karen finally untied me.
"Well, that was fun," Karen said with satisfaction.
After I had untied my legs, I got to my feet and said, "Not as much fun as this is gonna be!"
Karen let out a shriek as I chased her throughout the entire house. We wound up doing a high speed tour of the entire ground floor of my neighbor's home. Marie and Tyler came home, bogged down with groceries, just as Karen and I came charging into the kitchen. Karen stopped on a dime and quickly volunteered to help with the groceries. She stayed close to Marie--all the while watching me carefully out of the corner of her eye. It was just as well, because by this time, the both of us were drenched in sweat.
Later, Tyler kept bugging me to play a tie up game with him right then and there, but I was too tired. After we helped with the groceries, all of us hung out in the back yard. Tyler bemoaned the fact that he just missed a tie up game, and probably would never ever play another one again.
Oh, little did Tyler realize just how wrong he was!
Next time, fun with Becca & Jim.
As always, thanks for reading.
|That was a charming story. Reminds
me of one of my first TUG's (TieUpGames). Several of the children who were
TUG-buddies (when I was a kid) got started that way. I hope you have other memories to share. Happy writing!
|Summer Vacation (strict bondage)|
|After reading the other personal
adventures in bondage on these pages I wanted to tell my experience in
took place in the summer of ’82 when I was 14. I spent 2 weeks of my summer vacation with my cousin at her summer
country place in eastern Ontario. We were only 3 months apart in age so we got along really well together. We were the only girls in the small group of kids 13 — 15 or so who stayed at this small country vacation spot around a small lake. We ignored the kids younger than us and the few older than us tended to ignore us. There were about 5 or 6 boys, so
together we were a group of around 8.
The game the boys loved to play was "Capture"
which was pretty simple: the boys captured the girls and tied them up.
The not-too-bright boys tried a different
scheme each day. I was almost always tied up in the loft of my cousin’s
shed so that I would not be noticed by anyone while they hunted down my
cousin. The loft was a low second floor on her shed
Anyway the boys kept trying different ties
to hold me, but I always escaped. They always came back to the shed at
the end of the afternoon expecting to find me but every day I was gone.
It didn’t occur to me until the last day that they were really leaving
me 3 to 4 hours alone and tied up. It didn’t click with me because I never
spent more than 20 or 30
This became my own personal game and I loved it. Frustrating boys and showing them up on a daily basis was great fun. The boys were pretty good about it but after a while it began to hit on their pride and each day it got harder and harder to release myself. On the second-to-last day that I was there they got the smart idea to tie my arms together at the elbows behind my back. I think that was the first time they realized how flexible I was because with little effort they got my elbows to touch. Five years of gymnastics makes you pretty flexible! Tying my wrists and ankles finished the job and they were sure they had me this time. To be honest, they really did, but I managed to open the door in the end wall of the loft and jump to the ground. From there I hopped away around the back of a nearby cottage and, by chance, found my cousin hiding there. She untied me and together we vowed to keep it a secret from the boys. My reputation as Houdini survived and the boys were further frustrated by their inability to hold me.
The last day I was there, the boys as usual
caught me first and took me to the loft. This time they knew this was my
They proceeded to tie my legs at the ankles and knees tighter than they ever had before and then sat around wondering what they could do next. Apparently there was perhaps 8 feet of rope left after knotting the rope around my chest and they came up with the brilliant idea of tying it around my ankles.
Well they started to pull that rope tight
and my legs bent up behind me and my back started to arch. Remember I was
a very flexible gymnast and before they were finished my feet were almost
touching the back of my head and I was in the
I was trussed up tighter than I had ever
imagined was possible. As they were leaving I mumbled into my gag and
My only hope was if my cousin got a chance to get into the shed before she was captured, but that hope was quickly shattered when I heard a little scream from her as she was caught. She told me after that she had stayed close by because she was worried about what they might do to me on that last day. She had stayed too close and was quickly caught.
Once during the afternoon my cousin’s father
came into the shed looking for a tool or something, but he didn’t hear
Finally at about 4:30 the gang came back
to see if I had escaped. Of course I hadn’t moved an inch during the three
She kicked all the guys out calling them
idiots and thugs and spared no time in releasing me choosing to use her
She had to untie the knots on most of the
other ropes because she was afraid to cut me along with the ropes so I
|Thanks Nath. I hope I will make
memories. (I'm still 14. Lol)
Nice story as always Doug. :)
|Thanks, PhoeniX. I enjoy reading your stuff, too. Keep it coming.|
|Andy from England, please finish
your story about tying your cousin in the big house and having plans for
her. I am
anxiously awaiting the conclusion!!!
|Hey all! Do you have a story
about tying a girl in a bikini or one piece bathing suit. Then go to the
link below and
post it! All stories welcomed. Plus there are no censors.
See ya there!
|I had a problem with my computer
and have lost alot of my bondage websites. Could somebody help me out and
some website addresses? I am looking for one called babysitters tied up, but give me as many as you can.
PS: My dreambook needs help cna somebody post some stories on it?
|Tied up by Kids|
|I really enjoyed to recent post
of the lady getting tied up
by the kids she was babysitting and them tickling her feet!!
I got to do this to my own mother once and it was a very
enjoyable and memorable experience!! I was about 9 or 10 at
the time it is just a fresh in my memory as if it were
|As long as I can remember, my
brother and I have been into
tying and gagging girls. Our experience was with our
babysitter. Her name was Teresa. She was very hot with an
awesome tan body. We were pretty young and didn't know much
about ties and gags. When she came over one night we asked
if we could tie her up. We had to have our sister tie her
up because we didn't know how. We tied to a chair with
shoestrings, but she got out the first time. THen we tied
her tighter. After we made sure our captive was secure, we
went to find a gag. We found an old red bandana to silence
her. We went back into the room making sure the gag was out
of sight. She got suspicious and said, " What ever you do
don't gag me." This made it even more fun. I went up behind
her and tied the gag over her mouth as tihgt as I could
(back then I thought over the mouth gags were the best.)
Her eyes widened in suprise when I gagged her and she
mmmmph'd and struggled. After a few minutes she managed to
shake the gag off. We kept her tied till our parents got
home, but we never attemted to gag her again. Although this
gag was short timed, we thought it was awesome. We later
found some tape and planned to tie and gag her again but it
|our first time with our babysitter 2|
|Ok, where we left off my sister
and i had tara bound with packing and duct tape and were dragging her into
the hall to put her on the wheelchair lift that ran from the attic to the
Tara was struggling like crazy but she was taped so tightly that it was useless. We got her onto the lift and my sister pushed the "GROUND" button. Tara looked at us in surprise as the lift moved down. We got off at the ground floor and took Tara into the living room. We left her struggling for a moment as we went to get a chair from the kitchen. When we came back we looked at Tara. My sister pointed at the chair.
"Now Tara, we are going to put you into this chair, don't make it difficult for us by struggling, got me?" Tara nodded her head and my sis and i heaved Tara into the chair.
We left her arms taped behind her back and looped the tape around her torso and the back of the chair. However, my sister cut through the tape that bound Tara's legs together and taped them to the legs of the chair. Tara shook her head.
"I think she wants to say something," i said to my sister.
Tara nodded and my sister walked behind Tara and unwound the gag.
"UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW!" screamed Tara.
My sister clamped her hand over Tara's mouth.
"Don't shout at us," laughed my sister.
Tara nodded. My sis took her hand from over Tara's mouth. "What are you 2 doing?" she asked.
"You're too boring, we wanted to make tonight more exciting," said my sister.
"By surprising me and tying me to a chair?" said Tara.
"Yup, we were watching Small Soldiers and we saw it in that so we decided that it would be funny to do that bit from the film to you!" laughed my sister.
"Well untie me now, you've had you're fun," said Tara as she struggled, her leather trousers creaked as she shook.
"Not now, we have plans," said my sis.
"So what do you want to do with me then?" asked Tara in her best damsel in distress voice.
"Well for a start we're going to take a few pictures of you," said my sister.
"You're joking," said Tara. "Nope, Andy, get the camcorder and the polaroid," said my sister.
"This is a joke right? Untie me now, jokes over," Tara struggled and tried to arch her back.
My sister stood up and pulled out a length of tape.
"No, don't even think about it!" said Tara.
Too Late. My sister placed a length of tape over Tara's mouth and smoothed it out. Tara squirmed. I left to get the camera's and came back a moment later. Tara was STILL trying to get free. I looked at my sister. She looked at Tara, Tara looked around the room wildly.
TO B CONTINUED. SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY.
Loved the story canhardly wait for more!
does anyone know, where ktuat`s Homepage is?
|I guess kids still play TUGs
(Tied-Up-Games) after all! I was driving in a nearby town on some errands
and stopped in
a little parking lot. The weather was quite warm. There were houses across the street.
Suddenly, a boy in shorts and sneakers came running around the house, age about eight or nine. He was being pursued by 2 girls, one about his age and the other maybe ten or eleven. The boy's hands were tied behind him and his arms were tied to his torso with ropes around his chest. He was laughing. He was also outrunning the girls and, as he ran around the other side of the house, I could see he was pulling at the ropes on his hands, trying to get free.
I waited a few more minutes and he came around the house again, the ropes on his chest falling off, and when he got to the front yard, he pulled his hands loose and turned and started chasing the girls, who were squeeling and laughing. They went back behind the house again as I was reminded of my own adventures throughout childhood.
I waited around awhile but they did not return. I guess they finished their game in the back yard or in the house, if they finished at all.
|The KTUAT site is now completely
gone. The Immortal's
e-mail address listed there doesn't work. So, if the
Immortal reads this site the query is what is happening?
|My wool sock bondage experience, complete with Mollie|
|Two summers ago was a rather
interesting summer for me. I was preparing myself for a month long trip
France, to study French and International Law, and this was the summer I was introduced to Mollie, the cousin of a good
friend of mine. We readily befriended each other, and spent a great deal of time together over the course of those fateful summer months. Nothing romantic conspired, just a good friendship, and one memorable bondage experience for me.
Mollie and I were hanging out together at her house one unbearably hot june afternoon, just watching television and such. We eventually made our way down to the cooler basement, I believe to shoot a few games of pool. Before we went down the stairs, we decided that a wager on our makeshift pool tournament would be necessary to "spice up the game." The decision was made that the loser of the match would be subjected to whatever the other pleased (within certain boundaries) for a set duration of time, which I believe was 5 hours. This sounded more than reasonable to both of us. Right about now, I set out to shoot the most reprehensible pool I have in my entire life. And I wasn't doing it on purpose.
Seriously. After a quick half hour, it was readily apparent that I was the vanquished, and she the victor. I figured I had some overtly unpleasant experience looming in my near future; I was gravely, gravely mistaken.
"Well, I do believe that you are subjected to my will for the next five hours, are you not?" spouted Mollie rather self-assuredly.
"Yeah, it looks like I am. What do you have planned for me?"
"I think, probably, I'll want a good deal of peace and quiet, to, you know, reflect on my superior billiards ability."
"Fine, whatever. What now?"
Well, "now," meant that we were going to head to her bedroom, although not before she had gathered an enormous armload of cotton rope, and a laundry basket full of clothes.
As we trooped up into her bedroom, I was
informed that the laundry basket was almost entirely full of Mollie's dirty
wool socks, as she had just returned the day before from a week long hiking
trip up North. Oh goody, I thought at the time. We finally entered Mollie's
bedroom, and I noticed that a few drawers had been opened and emptied,
and that their contents were all spread on the floor in several neatly
arranged piles. Strangely enough *wink wink* these too, were piles of this
girl's socks. I was curious what sort of sock fetish this girl had,
until I rememberd, "Oh yeah, I have a sock fetish too." Hehehe.
"Well, Tyler, first I'm putting a pair of green argyle socks over your hands, and then I'm covering those socks with a very thick pair of grey hiking socks. I don't want you trying to untie your bound hands, now do I?"
I just kind of mumbled, attempting to disguise my rising pleasure at the situation. Soon after the socks were placed on my hands, I felt the first of several coils of cotton rope encircling my wrists, then being cinched over the loops. So now, I have her argyle socks and her wool socks pulled over my hands, which are tied up quite tightly, and rather escape proof. After determining that any attempts at struggling or maneuvering my tied and socked hands would be total failure, I sat, well, laid back, as she next began to tie my ankles in the same manner as my hands. Very tightly, and totally without possibility of escape. I thought, at this moment, that I might just be forced to be bound on this girl's bed for the next few hours. Oh no. And she began to speak to me again:
"Well, Tyler, now that I've got you all tied up, and thick socks on your hands so you won't be able to untie yourself, what do you have to say about a gag? I have all these wonderful socks here, and I would hate for any of them to go to waste. What do you think about a nice, tight, wool sock gag? Hmm?"
Attempting to fain either disinterest or negative surprise, I responded:
"What?!? Don't even begin to think that you
are for one second going to gag me with those socks. You've been
And with that, Mollie thrust a knotted pair
of dark blue wool socks into my complaining mouth. Now, if you have ever
tried to speak while you are gagged with a giant ball of some girl's wool
socks, let me tell you, it ain't easy. It just ain't
"Wow," Mollie enquired, "I had no idea how good of a gag those dirty wool socks would make. Maybe I'll give you another one."
So this girl now decides to take what I only
guessed was a soccer sock, blue to match the first wool sock gag, from
behind her back and then wraps my already sock gagged mouth with this new,
used sock. By now I am totally immobile, and she definitely noticed this.
And for some reason, it appeared to intrigue her. Without saying another
word, she fumbled around on the floor and came up with a few more pairs
of her dirty wool socks. She slid her feet into a very thick looking pair
of brownish grey wool socks, and then grabbed one of the remaining coils
of rope. Mollie proceeded to tightly bind her wool socked ankles together,
and then cinch the loops, ensuring her immobility. The second to last pair
of wool socks she grabbed, she proceeded to tie another knot in, apparently
fashioning another wool sock gag, this one
There we lay, on her bed, for the next 4 and a half hours or so. Both with our hands in her wool socks, tightly tied hand and foot, and VERY securely sock gagged, each with a pair of her wool socks shoved deep in our mouths, and a blue soccer sock protecting against any effort to thrust the wool socks out of our gagged mouths. We eventually were released when her mtoher got home. Apparently, we had both fallen asleep tied up and socke gagged, and boy was her mother angry. Qutie angry, you could say. Nothing of any romantic note happened, we just both enjoyed a good afternoon being tied up and gagged, with many, many pairs of dirty wool socks.
|Hello. I just had an idea and
wanted to know if someone
would help. I was thinking of playing a "cyber TUG"
Let's suppose we were playing a game and
I lost. You get to
If you want to play the role of the captor,
I hope to hear from someone soon, but I probably
PS Canuck, I hope you don't mind this type of posting.
|Lucky Lucky People...|
|I just want to ask...WHERE DO
YOU PEOPLE LIVE!? LOL, j/k.
What I mean is you people are lucky to have these great
times. I live in a place where not many tie up games take
place. I'm a shy person when it comes to some things, and I
don't see how I'd ever initiate the idea of a tie up game
with a girl. I'm male by the way. Know what I mean? I
realize some of these stories are a bit far fetched and
some of these are straight up true. Just want to
congratulate everyone here who actually has a storie to
tell. I wish I did, haha. I've always loved it since I was
young and have actualy only initiated like one game in my
entire life, but I was in 4th grade. I'm in highschool, and
girls have developed. all the guys here know what I'm
talking about I'm sure. Well, hope I don't sound like a
freak. I'll from now on be posting under the name "Morte".
So, tell me what the best way to find out if someone is
interested in playing tie up games that won't make me look
like a freak. Thanks people, bye.
|When I was 15 I went to my friends
house to work on a
project for school. Heather (15) and Dawn (15) were there.
They were both really hot, Heather was Frank's sister so it
wasn't surprising to see her, Dawn was over to do some
homework with Heather. When I came they told me that Frank
was at a football practice and won't be home for another
hour and a half. Heather said I could wait so I didn't have
to go home again. So I sat on the coach and watched ESPN. I
heard some giggling and then Dawn came down. She was wearing
tank top that exposed her belly and short cut off jeans, she
was also wearing shoes. She came down and talked with me,
she was waiting for Heather to come down because she was
already done with her math homework. Somehow I flipped to
Louis and Clark, and I saw Teri Hatcher tied up and gagged.
Dawn was obviously turned on and said that she could get out
of it and any bondage experience. She went on to say that
Teri Hatcher was a wuss if she got tickled once and
immediately confessed to whatever she was supposed to. I
dared that I could tie her up and make her talk. Heather
then came down (wearing a white t-shirt and shorts, she was
barefoot) and dared me that if I could make them both talk
then they would leave us in peace while we did our projects.
Since Heather's parents wouldn't be home for another day I
said okay. I led the girls downstairs where I instructed
Dawn to stand and Heather to lie down in the recliner. They
did and I took some materials from the garage, rope,
bandanas, and tape. I started with Heather and took her
hands and put them behind her back. After she couldn't move
her hands, I preceded to tie her elbows, thighs, leg, and
ankles. Then I tied her in a cleave gag, she started to
moan, so I put a bandana in her mouth and taped it shut. She
lied there stretched out in the recliner looking innocently
at me with her brown eyes. Dawn giggled, but I told her she
was going to have it worst. I tied her arms above her head
around a horizontal pole in the basement. Then I tied her
body, arms, and legs to the vertical pole which ran into the
horizontal pole. I gagged her and then tickled her stomach
briefly. I whispered in their ears a secret message they
would have to tell me before I would untie them. Then I told
them to be prepared to cry out the secret of theirs. I ran
upstairs and grabbed some ice, when I came down and they saw
it, they immediately started screaming. I grabbed some ice
cubes and ran it over her feet, and inbetween her toes, she
moaned sexily. Then I took some ice and ran it over her
breasts where I let it stay between her breasts. As a final
touch I put two ice cubes on her stomach, I had tied her so
tight that she couldn't wiggly it off. I went to Dawn and
ran some ice over her body and around her neck. I took off
her shoes and took the ice over her feet. She was
practically screaming through her gag. They were both
begging to tell me the secret put I pretended not to hear,
and teased them by rubbing some oil over their white shirts
and over their legs. I sat there and watched them struggle
for another hour. The end
P.S. Frank forgot all about me and went to
|Anyone with any stories about guys tied up & foot tickled|
|Haven't seen one in awhile, thanks|
|FIRST ,hey mason,nath,lelia,and
all the "regulars" NICE to see "y'all" posting.:) I havent been here for
awhile,not being in the "mood",plus really haveing nothing to say:)
And for the NEW people,this is amazeing,because
I am an opionates sob :)(a nice one though) ask anybody here:)
My idea for you,and it DOES work,I did it MANY times when I was in high school:) worke everytime:) heh heh.OK ou need to get a video cam,write a very SHORT "script" the best kind is the "damsels tied to the rail road tracks" Make it short,bad guy gets heroine,ties her to the track,good guy saves her,the end:) OF couse you can add whatever to it youwant that is ust the "blue print"Type or print your script,then let which ever girl you want to tie up read it:) if she is evan a least bit intrested you will find out soon enough,and you dont have to say"can I tie you up." since it will be in the "script" she know she will be tid up if she does your "movie:).
ALSO you can have "pratice runs" and maybe get to tie her up a little before the movie too:) This works MOST of the time,and you dont have to let on you like to tie up girls :) and as a "favor" for lack of a better word here is the name of my "movie" 'DANGERS OF DARLENE'
feel free to use it:)
Girls ,lady(s) do the same thing,if you want
to be tied or if you want to tie up a guy,just change the roles.
PLEASE let us know what happens,OH one more pice of advice,dont go into ANY detail on how the heroine is tied up(trust me) just say n the script "heroine gets tied and gaged and put on the rail road tracks" then tie her up anyway you like,but be nice and gentele so you dont scare her :) Latter "guys"
|Ok, thanks for the advice. LOL,
I just want some stories to
tell! But yea, I wish their were signs to tell if a girl is
into this kind of stuff. But thanks again, and I'll surely
try out those ideas TW. Well, have to go now. Bye
|Alvin gets captured|
|This is a story for which many
details (such as the
setting) stand out in my mind, but some are rather
sketchy. As you know, I played lots of TUG's (TiedUpGames)
when I was young, and had two regular groups with whom I
played. My brother, Alvin, 3 years younger than I, liked
to play TUGs but rarely participated as he was more
interested in baseball, basketball, or any other kind of
neighbourhood sport. Here is a story where he got his
I was I guess about 15 at the time,
One afternoon late
Now Annie had been a
I dropped off
I'll skip the long boring conversation
After a seeming eternity (at
"Don't try anything, Ilya
Then, to Annie's delight and Alvin's
Now Alvin is quite ticklish, so Annie
Alvin came in a couple of hours later, with
|I am still here just haven't
been posting in a while. I had
a couple of family deaths including my 96 year old mother.
So I haven't been in the mood to play tie up games with my
grandson, but next time he asks me I will play with him. I
Could always use more advice, and thanks for your interest
|Does anyone like the idea of
starting a "Cyber TUG" forum?
Canuck's site is excellent, and serves as a great place for
true childhood stories. My idea is simply for ongoing
adventures of tie-up games (role-playing) that take place
between people 'virtually' all over the world.
Remember they would be tie-up GAMES, so nothing
If anyone has ideas on how to start this,
please e-mail me.
a repost of the one story I've ever submitted. When
I wrote it a couple years ago, it was all one block of text
and full of typos. I've decided to clean it up. It's a
girls tie and torture a boy story.
I was 20, my two friends
were 19 – Jamie and Lisa. Both
Jamie said if I keep it up, they’ll teach
me a lesson. I
A short time later Jamie went into the bedroom
for a few
Lisa put her shoes on and went out while
I sat there on
“You’re being obnoxious," she said.
“I’m just playing,” I replied.
“Do you really think you could get loose
if I tied you up?
“Absolutely,” I said. Why not? This sounded
“Wanna bet - 50 bucks?,” she asked.
I hesitated. I saw where this was headed
and had to
“That’s what I though – you’re all talk,”
I was being baited - that was obvious - but
it was fun.
So I said okay, for 50 bucks. But the rules
were I had a
I stayed on the bed and she went to the kitchen
"What's so funny?" I said.
"Lisa's gonna come bck from the store and
find you all tied
I tried to speak up but Jamie put her finger
to her lips,
Jamie then told me to put my hands in front
of me and I
“Finished?” I asked.
“No, I’m gonna tie your feet. Sit still.”
She took a pair
I protested but she said, “No one goes on
my bedsrpead with
Jamie was right. She was a neat freak who
I agreed and she took them off and told me
to lie back. I
“There, I just tied you up. The walls are
thin – please
She then grabbed my sneakers and put them
on her feet,
“Okay – half hour for $50,” Jamie said, giggling.
I ignored this little taunt - she was just
Jamie said, “I told you. She won’t bother
you. I’ll explain
I said okay. Jamie closed the door and left
me tied to the
After about 5 minutes I thought, “Uh oh.
She tied me up
She was always very sweet –I appreciated
her telling Lisa
But I was still tied up and I couldn’t get
I kicked and kicked and kicked with no success,
“Oh my God,” Lisa said. “You actually tied
him down to the
Jamie said, “No – if I tied his hands behind
his back, he
Then Jamie turned to me. “Looks like you
lost the bet. You
She came on the bed and sat down on one side
of me and
“You should have known better then to challenge
me. I never
I decided to me gracious in defeat.
“I can’t believe how well you did this? This
was fair and
Lisa said, “ Are you going to untie him now?”
Jamie said, “Go get his wallet. We’ll see
if he can pay
I winced and Jamie noticed. So Lisa ran out
to my coat
I said, “I can go to a machine.”
Jamie said, “You ever heard of a bird in
the hand? You owe
To be continued.
|Here's the rest of the Jamie/Lisa
Jamie shook her head and grabbed the rope
that I had kicked
"You're not going anywhere," Jamie said,
winking. This made
Lisa came back with my wallet and sat Indian
down again by
Jamie said, “Then he’s got a problem. I’ll
have to take my
Before I could ask her what she meant, her
eyes got really
“What do you mean?” I said, now visibly nervous.
She kept her face right next to mine and
said, “Are you
I buckled and Lisa shouted, “He’s ticklish?”
She then poked my exposed armpit with a wriggling
“I told you before – no yelling. Be a big
boy and we won’t
They both laughed and Jamie’s hand stayed
on my mouth.
Lisa said, “Why do we gag him with my socks?”
Jamie said, very matter-of-factly, “Because
your socks are
Jamie took her hand off my mouth and said,
Lisa reached down and grinned and tickled
my left armpit
"Ticklish, huh?" Lisa said, reaching down
to tickle me some
But Jamie told her to stop for a second.
Then Jamie said, “Too bad. Now we have to
gag you. Lisa,
Lisa took off her white socks one at a time
and handed them
“This is too easy," Jamie said, holding the
sock right in
Lisa reached down again and tickled both
my armpits with
“Looks like you lost the bet, kiddo? Now
we tickle torture
Jamie said to Lisa, “Want to really torture
Lisa said sure. Jamie got up, went to the
foot of the bed,
Lisa did and I couldn’t breathe at all. I
was getting no
Jamie stood at my bare feet and said, “Are
When she was done with my feet, Jamie came
back up on the
Finally, after about 2 hours, Jamie stopped
and said, “Do
Lisa said, “No one can take torture like
this.We might kill
They both stopped and I gasped, exhausted
from the tickling
Jamie leaned in close and said, “This is
what you get for
I nodded and kept gasping, finally beginning
Jamie took the socks out of my mouth and
I apologized like crazy for a few minutes.
Jamie untied my
I protested for them to untie my hands and
feet, but Jamie
I was still panting a little and I nodded.
Jamie took her
I didn't say a word. Eventually they got
beers and one for
The the movie finally ended and they untied
There. Hope that's much easier to read. Any
|a real true story for mortie and everybody :)...|
|OK The reason for this true
tale is to show Mort that my "idea" "plan" whatever DOES work MOST of the
I will foucus on 2 special times,that my idea worked perfecty:).I wrote a very simple scipt ala perils of pauline,but made it into a omedy. The heroine got tied up and gagged and put on the rail road track:) Here is how it went :) :
MY very first time of tieing up a girl that wasnt related was when I thought I was going to be the net speieberg,I didnt need no stinking film scholl(yeah right,ever herd of me before this?? didnt think so) Her name was(still is Iwould imagane) Debie,we wre freinds,she was 17 and I was 18. I showed her my script,and she agreed to do it.She was the only woman in the movie.
I " directed" the movie and set up the camera
shots/angles. I had myone freind jim,do the filming,and he tied up(and
gagged debie) I was way to nervous,and was afraid "something suddnly just
came up" if you know what I mean :) I was a normal(well you knOW) TEENAGE
Debie was my freind,so we went to our "location" in the same car,Idrove,I had a ford maverick,it was ugly green(hey my very FIRST car)All the way ther my heart was pounding so hard I could have thought she would have for sure heard it.Just the THOUGHT of her being tied up and gagged made my head spin.
We were the first ones to get there.I
being so painfully shy I didnt say too much,nedless to say Ihad a major
crush on debie:)Well as I was sitting there,we BOTH were reading some comics
I had in the car(wAS AND STILL AM A BIG COIC BOOK FAN) anyway I had read
somewhere if you thought real HARD the other person would pic "up" on your
vibe( hey I was 18 be nice )
well hell yes I did,but being a total
chiken,shy and no male role models,I said "uh no" Plus I didnt know what
I would do,if I had her al tied up with no one around.Thankfully shortly
after the other guys showed up. we got to our "spot and Jim tied Debies
hands in front of her and he then tied her feet ,now this was suppose to
be like the old time movies,but it was sept,and debie has on a huge white
sweater,jeans and hikeing boots.I of course overlooked all of that 'cause
I just wanted to see her all tied up and gagged. after she was bound hand
and foot,debie hopped about 4 tracks down. I then took a hanky(white) out
of my pockett,my dad's and gave it to jim,and I swear he said,word for
word to debie"open up.." just like in the movies
he seemed to do this for more than 5 mins,debie then raised her tied hand to her mouth and pulled her gag out and good naturedly said "hurry up" She then put the gag BACKin her mouth!! Well Jim went about the same routine,and debie once again pulled her gag out,and said to"get going and hurry up"
well with this Jim seemed to get a bit peeved,ungagged debie,the re-gagged he much tighter.We "got our shots" as wew were just aboutdone, a TRAIN started to come down the trck,we all freaked,evan thogh it was at least a mile away,and it was a freight train,well we all ranoff the trcks to the embankment,when a few seconds latter,we realizd,debie was still tied up and gagged onthe tracks,I lost it a little bit,thankfully my two freinds ran up to the tracks,and picked up the bound and gagged debie off the track,wel as they were carrying her off the traks,she weried out a little and struggled like crazy,and by the time they got her off the tracks to the side(abou 2 feet) she worked her hands free.
On the walk back to the car,she told
Jim she couldve gotten free anytime.I don think so.
I did this at least 3 more times :) with diffrent girls of course,but the same "blue print" makeing a movie :) And this is a 100% true no lie no bs for real story :)
|First off I just wanna say the
stories are great.
They seem totally real, I mean with all the detail.
Their so real they make me jealous; my bondage experiences
have been limited, if only I could find some people
to tie up vice versa. Well I have a suggestion maybe
someone can start a trend that will allow people the
means of identifying another person who is into bondage.
Something really simple but not to weird, like wearing your
watch upside down. Or maybe wearing a certain color ring
on your fourth finger.
Theoretically, if everyone who was into bondage decided
to participate in a certain trend (whatever symbol it may
would be much easier for people to meet others who are also
into bondage without risking embarrassment from asking
nonbondagers "Do you wanna get tied up?". Of course for
such an idea to work it would have to be spread all over.
|CA bay area|
This is not a story, just a propolsal of
a new gag I
|How about . . .|
|Jon: ewww! Your story showed
some imagination, but
perhaps you should post it on the college site.
Pascal: Some cops who wear ties with their
By the way, my last story ("Alvin Gets
Yes, please continue, your story is very good.
|In my last posting (above) I
(at age 15) and a former
neighbour girl (Annie, age 12) had tricked my brother Alvin
(12) into being tied up in the enclosed area under her side
porch. She had a bit of a crush on Alvin, as I had
It was about 2 days later that I was putting
Now I figured that they had planned this,
He started with me, tying my hands behind
Just as he was
Finally he said he was going downtown and
I asked Annie if she were blindfolded; she
It must have taken an hour for me to get
|Childhood Bound and Tied and True Tales|
|My new site, Childhood Bound
Feel free to check out Childhood Bound at:
I originally published them here but Childhood
Bound is the
It also gives me great pleasure that I am
finally able to
TIED AND TRUE TALES
Opening 23 April, 2001
"Celebrating the romance, passion and beauty
Tied and true Tale's mission is to promote
'Love bondage' as
It is a place where you can contribute genuinely
Tied and true Tales will feature stories
The "Best Of…" picture galleries will feature
Tied and true Tales is your site also; I
Please e-mail me below at firstname.lastname@example.org
|Hi! Loooong time reader, first
time poster.. it isn't much
of a post I'm afraid, just a wondering.. (sorry I don't
have any stories.. heh, like someone said before "Where do
you people live?" ;) )
..well, someone called Carol Jean posted
a strict bondage
:) Thanks, and keep up the good work Canuck!
|Cuffster, in regard to your
story "The Cabin"...tying
something around somebody's neck is the way to
inadvertently end up with a very lifeless TUG victim and a
charge of involuntary manslaughter. Too many people are
sure they can keep anything from happening and get proven
to be dead wrong.
Putting a belt around Tiff's neck and then
tying a rope
For safety's sake everyone, please don't
try that! There's
Having watched your site being built over
the last few weeks
I hope that everyone here will take a moment
to visit the
Good luck, mate, and welcome aboard...
|HEY MASE,DOUG AND EVERYBODY|
|HOW are you this fine day(2:15
pm usa time,well where I live anyways) I havent posted a story in a real
long time,one of the reasons,is my stories PALE by comparasion to yours,though
mine are 100% true,and I dont embleish(well I try not to,hmm maybe I should??)
A fairly safe way to test the waters if people are into tie up games,ect without revaling to much,ask the person if they have ever heard of HARMONY CONCEPTS, if they have,go from thereI used to do this on the chat rooms,it was nice when a person now and then would know what I was talking about. This doesnt work for the under 18 crowd,and beive it or not,theere are people who pratice(excuse me) bondage,that have never heard of Harmony.
well that is all for now,I will try to be back with a story latter. Stay COOL people,and safe
|I have a few stories I would
like to share with you all. A
few years ago when I was about 10 I had a babysitter. She
babysat me a lot. Now normally the babysitter would be the
one who gets tied up but that wasn't the case. Every time
she babysat me she would drag me up to me room and tie me
up and gag me and leave me there all night. She would check
on me and sometimes when she was bored she would change my
gags and sometimes she would even let me have something to
drink but not to much because i was tied up. She took a
picturre of me while I was bound and gagged nand told me
that if I told anyone about her tying me up she would show
that picture to ALL the kids in my school. So I had no
choice but to let her bound and gag me. I'll post full
|to the person who was talking
about the cyber tie up
games...ive been involved in a few of those before and your
idea sounds interesting and if people were willing to
participate it would be fun. I'm one of those who always
visits this site and reads but never posts...but ive got a
few stories of my own if anybody cares to read them.
|I'm in the process of setting
up an archive for all these
wonderful stories. There are a few links to other related
|Here is my first story about
me and my babysitter. Her name
is Melissa just so you know. Anyways my mom told me she was
going out and she had hired a babysitter. She was about 17
years old with long blond hair and blue eyes. After my mom
left she came over to me with a big backpack. She asked me
if I wanted to play a game. I said ok. First she told me to
close my eyes. I closed my eyes and the next thing I know
is that she pressed something over my mouth. Before I knew
it she had me down the ground and tied my arms together
with some rope. When she was done tying me up I realized
she had gagged me with some duct tape. She pulled me up to
my feet and told me to start walking. She made me walk all
the way upstairs into my room. Then she sat me down the
floor. She then took out a camera. After she took a picture
of me she told me that I had to let her tie me up every
time she babysat me or she would show the pic to ALL the
kids in my school and all my other friends. She then pulled
out some rope and tied my knees and legs together. She even
tied my two big toes together. She then turned on the TV
and left the room. She back about 20 minutes later. She
took off my tape gag and pulled a white cloth out of her
bag. She told me to open my mouth. I opened my mouth and
she pulled the cloth between my teeth and cleve gagged me.
Then she left the room. Then she came back in a little
later to check on me. I tryed to say untie but it was hard
to because I had a gag in my mouth. She told me that she
should tighten my gag so I couldn't scream for help. She
pulled the cleve gag tightly and I let out a grunt through
my gag. She untied a little before my moom came home. More
stories later. Bye.
|Tickling the Babysitter|
|I was 15 and my parents wanted
to go out to Florida for the
weekend. Well we are in Chicago and so they thought they
would leave a babysitter with me and she could sleep in the
guest bedroom. Well my parents decided to let me choose my
babysitter since I had to get along with her for three days.
Of course I choose this hot tan girl named Sam. We were
watching TV when a couple of my friends came over. Frank,
Heather, and Dawn (see previous story) came over. Frank had
heard about the bondage experience and wanted to do it to
the girls again. Well I told Sam that we would be in the
basement watching TV down there, to give Sam some privacy.
She said okay, just be careful. We went down there and Frank
ambushed Dawn while I ambushed Heather. We both put our hand
over their mouth to keep them quiet and they played their
parts beautifully. I blindfolded and gagged Heather to a
fold-a-way bed, then I took some extra long rope and tied
her ankles. Frank had brought handcuffs and handed me a set,
I then took Heather's hands and put them above her head,
exposing her stomach. Dawn was tied down securely to the
chair. They started squirming. Sam came down and saw them
all tied up. Frank and I turned around and Frank ambushed
her, I stood there amazed and then I helped him hogtie her.
We gagged her. She was wearing a short tank top which now
exposed her belly and cut-off sleeping pants. Frank began to
tickle torture Dawn, and I ran upstairs for the ice again.
This time we decided to give the ice to Sam and leave the
other girls to just tickling. Frank tickled Dawn for 30
minutes all over-- thighs, soles of her feet, neck, stomach,
and even the top of her breats. I did the same to Heather.
Dawn and Heather didn't know that Sam was downstairs or they
wouldn't have started moaning sexily at Frank and me. I
pinned down the hogtied babysitter while Frank took the ice
and ran it all over her body. She was 17 and was clearly
enjoying it. She was screaming through her gag, but you
couldn't hear it. Frank and I hid Sam when we released
Heather and Dawn a couple hours later. Frank left and I had
Sam tied up all to myself. I decided to have fun with her
and took off her shoes. She quickly started panicking, I
slowly stripped her socks off. I then tickled her until
tears were streaming down her face. Then I took the gag off.
She said to keep doing it so I kissed her on the cheek and
put the gag back on. I took a peace of cloth and put some
ice cubes in it, then I tied it to her feet. She moaned and
I lifted her shirt, so I could get a better look and then I
tickled her. At the end I untied her and asked if she was
going to tell, she said no and that I should have here over
Tell me if you want me to tell more stories!
|Great Story Randy B! Can't wait
to hear more about you and
|It might be interesting to chat
with each other in a
chatroom concerning tie-ups. Someone who knows about such
things should start a chatroom. Or maybe use Captive
Penny's chatroom, since no one ever seems to be there.
Nothing extreme, just tie-ups played during childhood,
using Canuck's criteria.
|Great story John, can't wait to hear more!|
|In December of 2000 I posted
a story in which my TUG buddy
Bobby and I were tied up by a "grup" named Mr. Lewis. As
you trekkies might remember, "grup" was a name
for "grownups" used by children on some planet visited by
some of the Star Trek crew in one episode. My TUG-buddies
incorporated it into our vocabulary, usually derogatory,
since grups are almost universally opposed to kids playing
I should preface this story with a
There was one other adventure with Mr. Lewis
Well, the next day he had a pile of index
cards upon which
One of them said, for example, "Your shirt
Another said "You are
One said "You
You get the idea.
Well, I had to wait for over a week
I drew first, and the card said "You
Well, after he
|Duct taped by girls|
|One day I invited 5 girls over
for a war of paint ball. I
posted a story a few weeks ago and told that i would write
about another war. This is it.
This time it was me, Jane, Chris in marine
I went around their base with my gun and
of course some
|Duct taped by girls 2|
|So there I was, dragged through
the woods by 5 girls, tied
and gagged with duct tape. One part of me enjoyed it and
another one was a bit scared of what they were going to do
Jane said we were going to go to her
I got loose, it was great to get the gag
off. Now it was
I heard Jane
|I Had a blind date once and
I was really nervous since I've
never been on a blind date before. She arrived at the
restaurant at 8 and we had a great time. Then she told me
she rented a hotel room. I thought that was weird because
she lived nearby but we went anyway. Once there she told
me to stript down to my boxers so I did. She then took out
some rope and said now i will tie you to the bed so I let
her. She tied my feet and hands to the posts of the bed.
Then she put a blindfold over my eyes and a sock in my
mouth and left me there mmmmph i screamed she took a
picture and then left
|Babysitter bondage w/ Sam|
|Sam came over to babysit me
again, especially after last
time. We got our indoor pool finished (it's sweet) and so my
parents said that Sam could bring her swimming suit so she
could relax after a full day of taking care of me. I just
turned 16 and I called Heather over, Frank and Dawn had
already said they would come in a bit. Frank and Dawn had
started dating after the last bondage experience, see above.
Heather came over only wearing short denim shorts, tanktop,
and shoes. I asked if she wanted to play again and she said
"I thought you would never ask." This time I tied her to
the slide that leads to the pool. She was really nervous
because she said she could slip in and drown, I assured her
that I would tie her tight enough she couldn't move, plus I
was a certified life guard at the community pool. I tied her
to it and then I took her shoes and socks off. I asked her
if I could take her shorts off and her shirt and she said
yes because she was wearing her bikini underneath. So I
slipped off her shorts and took off her tanktop. I then tied
her ankles and knees. Sam came in and was shocked to see
Heather tied up like that. I didn't see her and she came up
behind me and surprising overpowered me, tying me ankles and
wrists. She then untied Heather. Heather then tickled me for
about 5 minutes. Sam was handgagging me, I enjoyed that
part. :-) Heather left for a minute and after a while didn't
come back. Sam went to go see where she was. Frank then came
from the outside door and untied me. He had brought Dawn
inside already tied. Then he captured Heather and untied
her. I was upset to be tied by Sam so we went after her.
This time we had a pair on handcuffs, two bandanas, and lots
of rope. We found Sam in the bedroom looking for Heather. We
sprung on her and handcuffed her to the bedposts on the
bed. Then we tied her ankles and then tied her legs to the
bedposts at the other end. She laid spead out in MY bed! I
gagged her and then she started to scream, but nothing came
out. I then blindfolded her. She was in her bikini tied to
my bed, gagged and blindfolded. Frank got some ice and
chocolate syrup. Since Sam couldn't see we poured syrup all
over her stomach and breasts. Then I went downstairs to do
the same to Heather and Dawn, I left Frank with Sam for
about 20 minutes while I tickled Heather and Dawn. I took a
candle and laid it right under Heather's feet. She
definitely felt warmth and started squirming. I then tickled
Dawn in the feet and in the stomach. Frank came down so I
went upstairs. I went to see Sam now hogtied with all of the
syrup smeared all over her body. She wasn't blindfolded and
was looking at me pleading, I removed her gag and she asked
if I could get the syrup off of her. I did something not
suitable for this forum. I then tickled Sam some more,
poured some ice down her bikini top, and put the candle
flame a little away from her body, but put it all over. We
untied them a little later and had some pizza in the pool.
|Has anyone ever TIED UP A MALE SALESMAN OR UNSUSPECTING FRIEND/FAMILY FRIEND?|
|Then proceed to remove his shoes and TICKLE his feet???|
|I get scared when people come
on this this site loking for
something as specific as a tied up salesman!!??. Please find
a new hobby.
|This is Kiaren. I posted a few
times in the past, but
nothing recently. Over the past few months, I slowly
decided that the fraud I have perpatrated on all of you
must be fixed. None of my stories are true. I made them up.
They are nothing but fiction created by a mind wanting to
fit in and to entertain you all. I never meant to hurt any
of you, nor this site. Perhaps some of you may say: "Who
Cares?" But I felt I had an obligation to come clean, lest
some of you took my stories as true events. Forgive me and
forget me. I'm done.
|I say first it takes a nery
big man to say he is sorry.You did not post stories out of spite,and I
dont think anyone will be all that upset,you see there are WAYS of telling
if a storie is true,small certin details,but MOST of us here dont care
all that much,as long as there good clean stories
I myself have always told true stories,but I am tempted many times to make one up,but I just dont want to do that:) thats just me:)
Go back and read a few ,or all the stories so far on this month,IMO there are a vew made up ones,but there isnt really any harm unless the real,real stories stop:)
I think I speak for most/some of the
"regulars" here,please stay,and keep righting,and you can always say at
the beggining thei is"fiction"Though again myself,I LIKE to try and figure
out if the storie really happened.
|Stories: Truth, Fiction, or Other|
|To Kiaren and TW (and anyone
As this forum is
As for my own stories:
Also, naturally, the exact dialog which
The point is, I take it that our memories,
By the way, there are lots of
To everyone else, keep dragging out
|I think a cyber TUG would be awsome.|
|So who cares if the stories
are true or not.......as long as
they are entertaining......I know I've enjoyed them.
|Tied and true tales is now online!|
|It gives me great pleasure to
announce that Tied and true
Tales is now online.
I hope that you all enjoy TTT as much as
I enjoyed creating
Click on the link at the bottom to enter
|Graeme; Canuck the owner of
this page has indicated he
wants true stories; we should honor that request. Canuck
does not want to play truth police at this site and has let
stand some stories that I think are probably patently
false, but I still think we should honor the intent of the
host. I'm old fashioned:I think we are guests at Canucks,
and should have the courtesy to honor his request and
follow his rules.
I hope to have a new story up before too much longer;it has
|@ dudalb: Yeah! You are right!
Please post true stories!
|I hope you all did not get the
wrong dea,While I prefer to read the TRUE stories,ie canucks 'chartter'
and I respect his wishes,that is why I will not post non true stories here.
I was not tring to speak for everyone,I
was just stateing my humble opion,and that myself,while I like the true
stories the best,I dont have an real problems with 'made up stories' as
long as they SOUND like there is a chance for them to be maybe real,and
not stupid and overly fake(ie,smutt)
PS Hey wee need some NEW stories:)
PSS and yes nath I do know a lot of sites for fictional stoies:) BTW nice to "see" you again,been a long time:) Howya been?
|My father and I were talking
about old times, when I was in
high school, and we used to spend more time together. One
of our favorite ways to spend time was wrestling with each
other. Of course he was bigger than me, and still is. So
he always won. But ultimately, our wrestling bouts were'nt
about winning. They were a way to be close to Dad.
Wrestling is a great bonding experience for a father and
his son. And the experience is greater when the grappling
is done in the absense of physical modesty, barechested,
after our shirts are removed. This closeness between a
father and his son can not be matched.
We both got all pumped up talking about our
So I removed my sneakers and socks. He said
"So let's go" he said as he surprised me
with a bear hug
While we were face to face and chest against
I was a mistake for me to say that, especially
since I was
"No, Dad! What are you doing?"
He tied my hands good and tight. There was
no way I could
He then flipped me over unto my back and
sat on my waist.
"Alright, Dad, you win. Now could you please
"Son, would you like to watch a little pro-wrestling
He then carried me over the the couch, sat
me down and turn
|Hi, my name is Stacie, and I’m
writing to tell you about
something that happened when I was 17 years old. I suppose
like most of these stories I should tell you a little about
myself. I’m 5’5”, long red hair, light brown eyes and
weigh 126lbs, although at the time I probably weighed
110lbs (like that matters huh?). Anyway…at the time I
lived in North Hollywood near Universal Studios, and was a
senior in High School. It was towards the end of summer
and I had absolutely made a killing that summer babysitting
in my neighborhood. Every Friday night I babysat a 13
year old girl named Amanda. Amanda’s parents were Los
Angeles socialites and spent an incredible amount of time
at parties thrown by charity organizations across the LA
basin. Rarely would they be home before 2 or 3 am, so most
of the time they would offer for me to spend the night in
guest room by their swimming pool. To say they were rich
was an understatement! Anyway, back to Amanda, she was an
adorable little blonde girl. I guess at the time she was
about 4’11” and weighed no more than 90lbs. She was a
real cutie! We were watching television one night, and
Baywatch was on. It was one of those episodes where Pam
Anderson got tied up on a boat, and Amanda said “look at
how lose those ropes are! she could just slip out of
them!” I guess I was a little taken back by her comment,
because I said “oh so you think you could get lose from
that?” To my surprise she said “yes!”. So I asked if
her parents had any rope. She quickly went to the garage
and brought back a bag containing a large amount of
clothesline rope, you know, the soft cotton kind. So not
being any sort of an expert, I wrapped the rope around her
skinny little wrists and tied it off. She promptly
slipped out of the ropes. We joked about it and I really
didn’t think much of it. The next week she asked if I
wanted to try again……so I did, and again she slipped
free. We joked about it again and she got really excited
and asked if she could try it on me. I didn’t see the
problem, so I said ok. She took the rope and wrapped it
around my wrists as I watched, then weaved them in and out
of my wrists and cinched them off. I asked if she was
done and she said yes….so I tried to pull my wrists
free…..it wasn’t easy, but I was able to get them free.
About that time it was time for her to go to bed, so I had
her go get into her pajamas. She came back down in a few
minutes to say good night, and although I’m not sure why, I
asked her “where did you get the idea to weave my wrists
like that?” She giggled and said she used her Dad’s
computer and looked it up on the internet. I guess I was
a little shocked that she’d do that, but I didn’t say
anything. The next week her parents called and said they
had an afternoon event followed by an overnight cruise to
Catalina, and asked if I could stay over again. My
parents wanted to go out, so I said no problem…..besides
they paid me $150.00 to watch Amanda over night, so that
was wicked cool with me. I arrived at 2pm and changed
into my white bikini to get some sun. Amanda came out for
a while and chatted then went back into the house. It was
a really hot day, so I decided to go to the Refrigerator
and see what they had to drink. I looked for a second and
spotted a wine cooler on the shelf, just begging to be
drinken! So I grabbed it and sat back down. Amanda came
out a few minutes later and kinda looked at the wine cooler
but didn’t say anything. I asked her if she’d mind
putting some suntan oil on my back and she said “no
problem” I changed to my tummy and pulled up my hair so
she could rub it on. Amanda took the bottle and poured it
on my back and massaged it around. It felt really good
but she sure did use a lot of oil, then she went back
inside. About 20 minutes later she came out and said
she had something to show me on the TV. I got up and
walked in with her, when I walked into the living room, I
saw that she had a large blanket laid out on the floor in
front of the TV. She asked me to lay down on the blanket
with her to watch the TV. I laid down, not having a clue
what she was up to. When she punched the play button, I
saw a perfect image of me, getting the wine cooler and
opening it, then drinking it. “What the hell are you up
to Amanda?” I demanded. She said she had made a duplicate
of the tape, and locked it up, and that I could have both
tapes if I let her tie me up again. She threatened to
show her parents, and my money making babysitting business
would be over! There was no way I could afford college or
my car if that happened, so as disgusted as I was, I
agreed. Amanda asked me to put my arms behind my back
and she quickly grabbed my elbows and pushed them
together. Before I could react, she tied my elbows
together and pulled the ropes tight. “Not so damn tight!”
I told her. She said she’d loosen them in a
minute….stupid me, I believed her. Then she tied my
wrists with what seemed like a ton of rope. “where did
you learn this?” I asked. She giggled and said she had
spent the week on her Dad’s computer looking up tying
techniques on Japanese websites. She had me sit up and
she proceeded to bind my upper arms against my torso by
wrapping rope above and below my breasts, pinching them so
that they protruded. Then she hung a rope over the back
of my neck and ran the ends between my breasts and wrapped
it around the ropes below and above my breasts. Then tied
it off behind my back. “Damn it Amanda, are you about
done?” I demanded. For my comment she pushed me over onto
my back and laughed. Before I could react she grabbed my
ankles and tied them together, then did the same with ropes
above and below my knees. Then the little shit rolled me
over onto my stomach (which hurt because of how she had
tied my boobs). She bent my legs and tied a rope from my
wrists to my ankles and hogtied me! “I’m gonna get you
for this” was the next thing out of my mouth, I was really
getting mad! I told her she was a little lesbian slut for
doing this to me………that comment got me a piece of duct tape
over my mouth! I couldn’t hardly move, she had done her
homework. She told me that I was to remain this way till
I got lose. Obviously that wasn’t gonna happen. Then
she blindfolded me. She left me struggling on the floor
for over an hour before letting me go. I was so mad I
couldn’t even look at her the rest of the night!!! True
to her word she gave me the tapes in the morning, by that
time I had calmed down enough to put on a good show of
being the happy babysitter for her parents. When I left
she gave me a big hug and said……..See ya Friday!!
|Anyone know of some sites where
we can find more stories
about guys getting tied and clothed pictures? I remember
years ago this site was essentially about guys getting
tied, but now it seems like most of the stories are about
I'd love to hear about cops and robbers experiances
|CYBER TUG IS ONLINE|
|I have created the cyber Tug
website. It was British
Knight's idea so I made British a co founder. Go to the
website and let the games begin!
|I have just opened a Cyber TUG
club with BritishKnight, but
I also have a dreambook that needs some help. So go to my
dreambook and post some stories!
My name is Justin. I've been reading letters on this site
for almost two years. I just turned 16, and I'm an honor
student in high school. My parents work for a computer
company, and sometimes they have to travel for a few weeks
or even more than a month. When that happens, I stay with
my aunt and uncle who live nearby which is good because I
don't miss any school. I enjoy being with them as they have
really nice computer equipment, a big television and a
swimming pool. My parents left a few weeks ago, and will be
gone for more than six weeks this time.
One afternoon I was reading entries on this
page when my
Then I got very brave and asked my uncle,
"Would you tie me
A few days ago was my sixteenth birthday.
My aunt and uncle
Then they gave me another box, and I opened
it. Inside I
"I don't understand," I said.
"Well," said my uncle, "we've decided to tie you up."
I couldn't believe it. "Really!" I said. "When?"
"Oh, then I'll go and put my clothes back
I went to the bathroom, and then met them
in the den in
"Wow," I said, "You are really tying me up
"I guess not," I said. I wasn't so sure about
My uncle produced a small ball, and told
me to open my
"What's that for?" I asked.
"It's a gag," he said. "Now open your mouth."
"I've never been gagged before," I said.
"I don't think I
"It's part of being tied up," my aunt said.
"You know -
"All the people we read about on that tie-up
page on your
So I opened my mouth wide. My uncle put the
They laid me down on the floor, and tied
my ankles to the
My aunt took one more strip of duct tape
and put it over my
"What a great looking birthday package,"
my aunt said. My
I wondered what that meant.
My aunt and uncle went about their normal
I struggled, tried to free myself, tried
to talk, and
But after a couple of hours, I was more than
ready to be
When the news ended I heard them turn off
But after about 30 minutes, they returned,
turned on the
"I sure did," I answered.
"Did you enjoy being tied up?" my uncle asked.
"Yes," I said "It was great. All I ever had
before was my
"Well, happy birthday," my aunt said. "Now go to bed."
In the morning at breakfast my aunt and uncle
Now I don't know what to do. I really did
enjoy being tied
|Sounds like you had a ball (no
pun intended)! However, as
with any tie-up game, you have to have rules and agree to
them, and they can't be ALL one-sided. I recommend you
negotiate some rules concerning how much time you remain
tied up, some privacy guidelines, and restrictions on
positions or techniques which will or may reasonably cause
injury. The negotiations will either lead you to some
standing rules, or the decision not to play. And remember,
you can't always trust a "grup".
|Response to Justin's question|
|Hi. I've never posted here,
but I've been reading the stories for about a month or so. Anyways, Justin,
I think you should go to your aunt and uncle and ask them a few questions
about when they tie you up, if you decide to let them. You should find
out if and when they would give you bathroom breaks and let you have something
to eat and drink if they were to leave you bound for a long time. And be
absolutely sure that they are going to stay home the entire time that you
are bound. I'm sure that your aunt and uncle would make sure that nothing
would happen to you. So, after you get these things figured out, I say
go for it. This is probably the only chance you will get to be tied up
all you want and have the security of adults around to keep you safe. I
say do it.
Oh, and if you do let them tie you up again, be sure to tell us about it.
|Good crop at the Summit!|
|Hello! I am from Quebec city,
Canada, and we had President Bush and the other 33 heads of state of the
Americas last week end visiting us. There were huge demonstrations and
riots, over 400 arrests, including a few dozens of women. P
It has been over for four days now, and I am still so excited! I got to see on TV, and in the local paper, a few charming young ladies tied up with the tie wraps police use in such occasions. On TV, they showed a young woman obviously trying to convince the officers she had done nothing wrong, but to no avail. It is delicious to observe her face while one officer holds her against a car, while another one brings her tie wrap. She does not look too enthusiastic when she sees them, but she has to submit, hands behind her back. Two small swings by the officer, one for each wrist,and bingo, she is put into the bus that will carry her to jail. Do not worry, lady, you will get to adore your bounds!
The more I see these white nylon handcuffs, the more I prefer them to the conventional metal ones. They are more visible, and not really less secure (the prisoner cannot be freed without a knife or some scissors, and the fact that they can be used only once (since the bounds will have to be cut) adds still more erotism for people like us. "This tie wrap is for you only, my lady! Nobody else will ever have the pleasure to be tied up with it! You could nearly fantasize it was made especially for you!" Wow! I feel frustrated when I think of all those beautiful tied up girls that were not filmed or photographed, last week end. P
In the local paper, we had a photo of two young girls just arrested, laying on their belly in the grass. One of them was extremely cute, almost smiling. Who knows? Maybe she was thinking: "Look at those two white stems emerging victoriously from my back! They proclaim my capture, as do my twisted arms behind me! I have been wearing nylon on my legs for years, and today nylon makes me totally submissive. Yippee!"
|thanks for the great website. i will post a story soon|
|Hello! Okay, we are about ready
to get things started. We will be using the Yahoo club to post general
messages, post pictures, and post links. We can also use the chat room.
All role-playing stories, however, will be
posted on the following message board:
The reason for this is that all messages
relating to one particular story will stay together. On Yahoo, the messages
are scattered so it would be hard to follow a story.
Again, the Yahoo club will just be a central
location. If you want to go directly to the message board, use the link
above. The link to the forum is also posted on the Yahoo club.
On the message board, I have posted a sample
story that I played with someone else. It should give you some ideas on
how to role-play. There are no specific rules, really. Just let your imagination
go wild and see what happens. :)
Lastly, I just want to thank Hellkane for
helping to start this. I also want to thank Nathraq for inventing the term
"TUG." And I of course have to thank Canuck for one of the best sites around.
So that's about it. Let's play!
|Zorro's College Adventure|
|Alright, folks, I'm back....for
now. Some of you may remember me, and some may not. Oh, well. For those
who do remember me, I'm in college (first year) so I haven't had much internet
time. But, today, I do, and I've been itching to post an experience I lived
through at the end of March of this year.
A new drescription of myself is in order.
I stand at 5'9'', and weigh 168-170 lbs. At the time, my brown hair reached
my shoulders and looked kind of wild (picture Wolverine from the X-Men.....yeah,
THAT bad). I've adopted more of a goth look, and dress in black t-shirts,
black fingergloves and a black leather trenchcoat which is almost my trademark
now. It's amazing that whenever a guy in a trench goes past folks, they
eye him like he's going to start shooting them. Oh, well.
My campus is nice but big, and it's a five-ten minute walk to the bus stop where I was (furthest building). Plus, that particular bus is notourious for being really late during night hours. I knew I wouldn't be home until at least 9pm, and that pissed me off (plus the fact that my mother'd yell at me, which she did later on, in true "Godzilla" fashion). Still pretty angry at myself and the universe in general, I walked outside quickly. It was a chilly night, and the wind was making the tails of my trench flap like a cape, which I like. I carried my green duffel bag, where I carry my books. I was storming through the paved pathway when suddenly, a strange sight caught the corner of my eye; a girl in her underwear.
I thought "man, being single must be gettin' to me", and I turned around, expecting to see nothing. But I saw something, all right. This brown haired girl with a cute face and brown eyes, in her white bra and underwear, tied to a thin tree in front of the library (which was closed). Her hair was long and all messed up from the wind. Her hands were behind her back and behind the tree (told you, it was skinny). Rope was wrapped around her waist and arms, under her breasts, pinning her to the tree. The lower half of her face was covered in duct tape, I'd estimate about 4-6 strips over her mouth, but that's just a guess. Her ankles (she still had socks on; white socks) weren't tied, but she wasn't going anywhere. And she was shivering and mumbling with cold.
I could barely believe my eyes. It'd been years since I'd tied a girl up, and NEVER in their underwear. Being kind of a perv, I stared for about a minute, letting the image sink into my memory. She turned towards me and looked me right in the eye with a cold, helpless look, and muffled something, still shaking. I looked at my watch. 7:45. "Aw, Sh!t." I believe I muttered to myself and I walked across the grass over to her.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," I said, even though I didn't know her, and visa versa. I grabbed the end of the tape (which was behind her jaw) and peeled it slowly. It came off easilly; the glue being loosened my her mouth. She instantly spit out a cloth wad and it bounced off my chest. It looked like a t-shirt or underwear, but I never looked at it or touched it; it was soaked with saliva. Her skin was cold to the touch, especillay her cheeks.
Her teeth started chattering. "W-w-w-w-what're.....y-you...d-d-d-doing..?"
I looked at her blankly, wanting to say something sarcastic, but my chivalry was prventing it. "Um....why are you tied to a tree?"
I went behind her back, and sure enough, her wrists had been tied together with the same rope that was across her chest; white clothesline rope, I think. Her palms were facing outward and the rope was cinched between her wrists. The knot looked big, and I stuggled to untie it, my hands shaking with nervousness.
"N-no, stop!" she sputtered. "I'm trying to get into Ultimo's..."
I figured it was a sorority, but I'd never heard of it, since I never actually wanted to join one in the first place (hey, if I want to waste time, get drunk and watch movies with folks, I'll just hang out with my old high school buds). Besides, I'm kinda naive about the whole "college" thing, since it was still new to me. Besides, "Ultimo" sounded like a dumb name.
I muttered the F-word and used my teeth to help me pick the knot, and it hurt doing it. Finally, the knot unraveled and I unlooped the ropes from her hands. I turned my attention to the waist-ropes, and since the knot was the same, it took me slightly less time to untie.
"Look, do you really want to be here all night?" I said back. "You're ice cold."
I was right, actually. It was about 40 degrees that night, but the wind-chill made it worse. The ropes feel down her body and to her feet, and she stumbled away from the tree, holding on to me. I hugged her close, and she was starting to get me cold. We started towards one of the buildings (I had no clue what to do) when I heard footsteps on the grass. A lot of them. Like a group.
I turned, and saw at least a dozen students approaching, mostly men (but two were girls). A few were holding bondage accessories: rope, ballgag, a roll of tape, handcuffs. They muttered something about "her initiation" and "get him, too", I forget their words exactly. But, I got the jist and started to run, holding her arms and dragging her along. I realized she was slowing me down, so I tried to lift her and was surprised by how light she was. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I was able to carry her in both arms(with my duffel bag handle over an arm) and run rather quickly, hearing them cursing and pursuing.
I never liked being tied up, and didn't want to see what was going to happen to me if they caught me. Picture a man in a black trenchcoat carrying a scantly clad girl (I figure she was 19-21, but I'm not sure) being chased by about 12 others, shouting and howling. I later wondered why the security guards hadn't noticed a thing, but at the time, I didn't care. I pushed open a door that was slightly ajar and slammed it behind me with my hip. I put her down on the floor rather roughly (heard an "Ow!") and pulled the door shut the rest of the way, knowing it would lock (some doors are like that in my school). They beat at the door and were shouting up a storm. I backed away from the door.
"What're you, think you're Batman, or somethin'?" I heard her mumble as she got up, hugging her sides, and leaned against the wall, her knees knocking slightly. Man, she was hot, but I knew I had no chance with her (don't you love my confidence?).
I was panting, tired and out of breathe. My arms were sore and my sides hurt. I leaned against the wall, too. "No."
"They're gonna kick your ass, y'know," she said.
I didn't answer. This girl was too damned confusing. She was actually angry that I saved her from frostbyte, or hypotherma, or some other cold-related illness. I turned towards the door and saw that they'd left. They had either quit and left, were chased off my security or were looking for another way in (which there was; doors everywhere). I grabbed my bag and walked quickly.
She gave me a puzzled, "where are you going" kind of look. I glared at her, annoyed and a little nervous (I'm no coward; a one-on-one brawl is one thing, but I can't beat up 12 folks). "Hey, you want in Ultimo's so bad, YOU go talk to'em. I'm outta here."
I made it five steps when I felt something jump on my arm. It was her. She was still cold and clung to me for warmth. I'll bet she was freaked, too.
"You jerk, you were gonna leave me!?" she snaps. "In my f!cking underwear all alone?! You perverted a**hole..."
Now, most men I know would've just left her there and swore some, but dammit, my chivalry has always been my weakness. We crept through the halls quietly, my boots echoing in the halls. At least with it so empty, I would here them coming.
"Did you LIKE being tied to a tree!?" I whispered to her.
"I dunno," she whispered back. "I was freezing my ass off."
"So why the hell're you givin' me sh!t for?" I whisper back, a little louder. "I'm just tryin' to help. God, man..."
"Look, look, I'm sorry, okay?" she whispers back, looking into my eyes. "I didn't know when they'd come for me and you were the only person who passed who went to untie me. That's....kinda sweet....."
We were passing the cafeteria, and a security guard ran up to us, and was trying to twist my arm behind my back when she started telling him that I wasn't raping her, or anything. He let me go, held her, and started radioing on his "walkie-talkie" for other guards. I took that oppurtunity to grab my bag and split, running very quickly for the exit to the college, which wasn't far from the cafeteria.
I was legging it across the parking lot when I heard someone say, "THERE he is!" and packs of feet coming at me. I ran for dear life past the guardbooth and heard my pursuers stop; a guard must've come out. I made it to the bus stop, and wasn't the only person waiting there. I was tired, out-of-breathe and now REALLY late (it was 8:30-ish). And all for nothing.
That was in March. Those "Ultimo" boys never beat me up, and I never saw that girl again. However, I read an article (small one) in the weekly college newspaper (some crappy 4-5 page thing) that had a paragraph or too about the "Initiation Nightmare". Turns out that girl's name was Veronica, and she described her hero as "some guy in a trenchcoat". Oh, well.
THE END. Dunno when I'll be back. Keep posting stories. 'Ciao.
|US of A|
|Double the Fun: Part 2|
|Hi everyone, it’s James here
again. Here’s the conclusion of the story that I started on the 24 March.
It was almost 2:00 and Beth would be arriving
We all slumped back onto the couch and had
a discussion about our latest game. Everyone, myself included, enjoyed
the role-playing that went on during that game, and the twins were enjoying
their tie up experience.
The clock ticked passed 2:30 and Beth still
hadn’t arrived, which wasn’t a total surprise to us, seeing as she was
always late. Jodie quickly went upstairs to change into a pair of shorts
and Mark did the same.
Five minutes later, we all got impatient,
the twins especially, so we decided not to wait for Beth and start a new
game without her.
We got a little stuck on how we should play
the game, but after a little bit of a debate, we decided on splitting up
into two teams, one team of two and one team of three. We didn’t give the
game a name, but the objective was to, surprise surprise, capture and tie
up the members of the other team!
We picked the teams by writing our names
on scrap pieces of paper and putting them all into a small plastic container.
The teams were decided. Team one consisted of Lisa, Mark and Jodie. Team
two consisted of Caitlin and myself. We decided that when Beth came, she
would be placed in our team to even it up.
Because of the imbalance between our team
and theirs, the other team could not stay together as a group of three;
they had to split up into a group of two and a single. This rule would
remain in place until Beth arrived.
The next problem we faced was deciding how
to start the game. After another little discussion, we decided that Caitlin
and I would make the shed in the backyard our ‘headquarters’, and the others
would use the basement. We had to stay in our HQ for ten minutes before
Each team was given a plastic bag, which
contained about ten pieces of rope of different lengths, six bandanas,
three pairs of long socks, a small roll of black electrical tape and three
puny water guns.
If you were hit with the water fun on the
chest, you were paralysed, meaning you had to surrender. If you got hit
anywhere else, it didn’t count.
I asked if there was anything else we needed
to discuss, nobody said anything, so let the games begin!
Caitlin quickly grabbed our share; Lisa did
the same for her team (boy, were they enthusiastic!) and the teams parted
as we trotted off to the shed, and the other team to the basement.
I looked at my watch every five seconds,
hoping that the ten minutes would be up. Finally, I got impatient and we
headed off two minutes early. We snuck into the house, trying to avoid
making creaking noises on the carpet. We decided to hide in the little
area under the stairs, the same place where Beth and I were tricked and
tied up in an awkward position.
We waited for another five minutes before
we finally heard footsteps coming from the basement. I looked over at Caitlin
who looked really excited and was shaking from head to toe.
We heard one set of footsteps walk past the
door, and up the stairs. I imagined that the other two were still hiding
in the basement. I looked at Caitlin and asked her what she wanted to do.
Did she want to go after the one upstairs, or wait a little longer. I probably
needn’t have wasted my breath, she enthusiastically said, “The one upstairs!
The one upstairs!”
Just as I was about to open the door, I heard
more footsteps coming out of the basement, this time two sets. But this
time, the footsteps didn’t walk past our door. I nudged the door open a
little bit and saw the backs of Lisa and Mark, heading towards our HQ.
I told Caitlin this, but she still wanted to go for Jodie, who was lurking
So we waited until Mark and Lisa were out
of view before we headed upstairs. With water guns in hand, we crept up
the stairs without too many problems and we were met with silence from
upstairs. I told Caitlin to stay still, hoping that I would hear a faint
sound coming from somewhere. But it wasn’t forthcoming.
I was about to look into the first room when
Jodie appeared outside her bedroom door. She drew her water pistol from
her pocket, but by then it was too late. Her shirt was covered in little
blobs of water as she dropped her gun and was forced to surrender. She
let out the loudest scream I’d ever heard in my life before I clamped by
hand over her mouth, and put the gun to her head.
“Do that again, and I’ll blow your brains
out!” I growled. She ceased her yell and looked at me with those little
puppy eyes that said don’t hurt me, please.
I was certain that anyone within a mile could’ve
heard that scream and quickly asked Caitlin to look outside the window
to see if Mark and Lisa were aroused. She rushed over to the window and
told me that she saw them inside our shed, but they were rummaging around
the place and didn’t seem to have heard the scream.
I was surprised, but relieved nonetheless.
Then it struck me. I’d forgotten the rope in the shed! I told Caitlin this,
and she happily produced a few lengths of rope that had been tied around
“Aren’t you lucky to have me?” she teased.
I helped Jodie into a kneeling position,
where I crossed her wrists behind her and tied them nice and tight!
“What should we do with her?” Caitlin asked.
I thought for a moment. “Are they still outside?”
I asked her.
Caitlin looked out the window. “Yeah, they’re
still in the shed.”
“Well, if they use our HQ, we’ll use theirs.”
I helped Jodie stand up, and I grabbed her left arm and Caitlin grabbed
her right, and we escorted her down the stairs and into their basement.
I sat her down in the corner and Caitlin
handed me the rest of her rope. I asked her to watch the door while I finished
tying Jodie. She objected and said that she wanted to do the tying, just
for a little retribution for Jodie tying her up in the previous game. I
handed over the rope and Caitlin happily accepted them, and got on with
I watched the hallway and looked left and
right but I didn’t see anyone coming. Caitlin called out to me, and told
me that she’d run out of rope. I checked the hallway one last time, before
closing the door.
“There’s no more rope to tie her legs, and
I haven’t got anything to gag her with.” she complained.
I thought for a moment.
I pulled out my water gun and put it to Jodie’s
head, “OK, tell me where the stuff is or I’ll blow your head off.”
Jodie cowered further into the corner and
looked at me again with those scared little puppy eyes and said with a
shiver in her voice, ”Th….they’re in the ..p..p..plastic bag.”
I looked around the room and found the plastic
bag lying in the opposite corner. Caitlin picked it up and brought it over.
All the rope and bandanas were gone, and all that was left were the socks
and black tape.
Caitlin pulled out the black tape and ripped
off a huge piece and was about to tie Jodie’s ankles when she pulled them
“Are you crazy? That’s gonna kill when I
take it off!” Jodie said.
“Well, how about we put some socks on you
first?” I asked.
Jodie nodded. I thought that this could be
payback for the time when Jodie made me wear her white knee socks while
tied up, which embarrassed the hell out of me. But then it struck me that
she wore them everyday to school anyway, so she’d be used to it anyway.
I put the socks on her and Caitlin tied her
ankles and her knees with the tape. Lastly, as Caitlin kept pointing out,
we needed a gag. I grabbed a sock and just as I was about to gag her, we
heard a knock on the door.
I dropped the sock and quickly clamped my
hand over Jodie’s mouth. I grabbed my water pistol and motioned for Caitlin
to do the same.
After she was armed, I yelled out, “Who is
There was a slight pause. “It’s Mark. We
know you’ve got Jodie, and we’re willing to make a trade.”
A trade? I thought. Was one of them going
to take her place?
“Trade with what?” I asked him.
There was another pause. “Can we come in?”
I thought again. “OK, but throw your guns
down the stairs before coming down.”
The door opened, and Mark appeared. He threw
down two water pistols and Caitlin promptly collected them.
“Now, what are you going to trade with?”
I asked him.
He yelled out, “Bring her in Lisa.”
Lisa appeared at the doorway with her left
arm clutching the right arm of a tied up and gagged Beth! She helped her
downstairs and brought her over to Mark.
“Now, do we have a trade?” Mark asked.
Beth started crying out behind her gag, so
I took that as a sign that she wanted me to do the trade. I agreed to the
trade, but before I handed Jodie over, I picked up the sock and gagged
her with it, much to her annoyance.
We swapped prisoners, and we backward stepped
up the stairs. Once we reached the top, Caitlin threw down the two water
pistols put the two water pistols at the top of the stairs, and closed
We escorted Beth back into the shed, and
promptly untied her. We asked her what had happened and she told us.
Beth arrived just after the ten minutes were
up and saw Mark and Lisa in the backyard. She greeted them, and they invited
her to come in through the backyard. They lured her into the shed where
she was ambushed. Beth said that Lisa and Mark jumped her and told her
about the game we were playing, and how she was the ‘enemy’ and she’d been
captured. She argued that she should’ve been given prior warning, but they
didn’t listen. They heard Jodie’s loud scream from upstairs and knew what’d
happened. They came up with the idea of a trade after they saw us taking
the tied up Jodie into the basement.
Now that all of that was cleared up, the
This is when the game started to get boring.
There was no movement from the other team for a long time.
Beth and I sat down with our legs crossed
on the concrete floor bored to death. Beth played with her hair, and I
around with a tennis ball that was lying in the garage. Caitlin kept peering
out the window every ten seconds hoping for something to happen, but nothing
Finally, after about 30 minutes or so, Lisa
can trudging out of the house holding a stick with a piece of white cloth
hanging off the top. We got our water pistols ready, in case this was a
She slowly opened the door and peeked inside.
All of us yelled ‘Freeze’, this startled her and she fell back onto the
“Hey, whoa! Hold it. See this,” Lisa said,
waving the little flag in her hand. “It means peace.”
Actually, that flag meant surrender, but
we let it go.
“What do you want?” Caitlin asked, still
aiming her water pistol straight at her sister’s forehead.
“The other guys said that the game was getting
pretty boring and want to change it.”
“How?” I asked.
“Same as now, but teams of two and everyone
must split up.”
I looked at Beth and Caitlin. “What do you
Both of them shrugged their shoulders and
hesitated a little. I made the first move.
“I think it’s a good idea. At least it’ll be more exciting that sitting around here all day.” I said.
Beth and Caitlin then agreed, but we didn’t
know how to split up the teams.
“Oh that’s easy. Each person from your team
partners someone from the other the team. Everyone pick a number, 1, 2
or 3.” Lisa said.
Two was my answer, three was Beth’s and Caitlin
got stuck with one.
Lisa thought for a moment. “OK, Caitlin’s
with Mark, James is with me, and Beth is with Jodie.”
“That’s it?” I said. “So we just split up
Lisa went on to explain some of the rules
of the game. The rules that were used in the previous game were still in
effect; each person had to carry their own rope, and that would be used
to tie you up if captured, you could not ‘capture’ anyone while they are
tying someone up, you can release your partner if they had been captured,
but you could be captured yourself while untying him/her.
“Well, I’m going to tell the others that
you’ve said yes, and in five minutes, we all split up. OK?”
We all nodded, and Lisa ran back into the
house to tell them the news.
Straight away, we went about splitting up
all the ropes and stuff that were still in the bag. There was a little
bit of argument over how much each person was getting, but we settled it
in the end.
We agreed that I would be the first one to
go out, and then Caitlin, and Beth would leave last. I ran out towards
to the house, not knowing what to expect. I had my water pistol ready in
hand. I didn’t hear any movement inside the house, but I did still hear
some talking going on in the basement as I walked passed.
I must’ve gone out a little early, so I decided
to hide first and wait for someone to come to me.
I tip toed upstairs and into Jodie’s room.
I hid behind the door and waited. About a minute later, I heard the first
signs of movement inside the house, but the noise faded away.
A few moments later, I heard footsteps coming
up the stairs. The footsteps stopped soon after, and I resisted the temptation
to take a quick peek outside.
The footsteps continued slowly towards Jodie’s
room, and I readied myself for the attack!
The footsteps stopped outside the door. They
slowly crept into the room, and it was time to make my move!
I jumped out from behind the door and fired.
I’d fired several shots before I noticed that it was one of the twins that
was soaked in water.
I knocked the water pistol from her hand
before she could react, and quickly grabbed it from the floor. I pointed
them both at her.
I still couldn’t recognise which one was
which, so I embarrassingly had to ask her, “Which one are you?”
“I’m Lisa!.” she said, hesitantly. This hesitation
gave it away, and I promptly said that she was lying.
Caitlin sighed as she was found out, and
I pulled her into Jodie’s room and shut the door.
I asked her to lie down on the floor, and
she complied. She had her ropes tied around her waist, and it took me a
while to undo it. She giggled and teased me for taking so long. Finally,
I managed to remove the rope, and I got started.
I brought her wrists behind her and used
a small length of rope to tie them. It only went around three times, but
it would suffice. I used the second length of rope to tie her ankles, which
I crossed beforehand. There was one piece of rope left, and I had to choose
between tying her knees and her arms.
Caitlin noticed this and looked curiously
at me. “What are you doing?”
“Where do you want me to tie you with this
rope? The knees or the arms?” I asked her, holding up the length of rope.
“Why are you asking me? You’re the one doing
the tying!” she laughed.
I decided on tying her knees rather than
her arms. The last rope was a long one and it went around her knees about
7-8 times before I knotted it.
I picked up the bandana and the sock, and
held them both up.
“Which one, Caitlin?” I asked her.
She giggled. “Aww, aren’t you nice? I’ll
have the bandana.”
I dropped the sock, and held the bandana
to her mouth. “Any last words?” I laughed.
“Umm, no.” she giggled.
I pressed the bandana into her mouth and
knotted it behind her head. I grabbed both her arms and dragged her to
the other side of the bed, so that she couldn’t be seen by anyone walking
by the room.
I listened carefully for any footsteps outside
the door before I opened it. I peeked outside the door and found no one
in the hallway.
I crept out and headed to Mark’s room. I
took one short peek inside, but that’s all it took as I felt a huge splash
hit me on the side of my head. I half cursed myself, and dropped my gun.
I turned around and saw Beth smirking as she picked up my water pistol.
She closed the door and pushed me onto the bed.
“OK, take them off.” she said, pointing at
me. For a moment, I thought she was asking me to take my pants off, but
then I realised that my ropes were tied around my chest. I untied them
and placed them beside me.
“OK, stand up and put your hands behind your
back.” she ordered.
I got off the bed and did as she asked. My
hands were firmly tied and she led me over to the closet. She swept all
the things lying on the floor to one side, and helped me sit inside the
closet. I had four pieces of rope on me, so my ankles, knees and arms were
Beth was not as nice as I was to Caitlin,
she didn’t ask me which gag I wanted! She picked up the sock and tied it
over my mouth and behind my head. She also used the bandana to blindfold
“Enjoy!” she teased, as all the remaining
light disappeared as she closed the closet door.
I didn’t bother to try to escape, not that
I even wanted to anyway. I sat back and leaned against the wall and relaxed
I sat there for roughly another half and
hour before someone opened the closet door and removed my blindfold. My
eyes took a while adjusting to the light, and I saw Lisa kneeling beside
She told me that the game was over and, not
surprisingly, Beth and Jodie had won. She ungagged and untied me, and I
pulled myself up. The victors were sitting on the couch in the lounge,
talking up their victory. We sat down and joined them talking about the
Caitlin and Mark returned a few minutes later
and joined the discussion. Everyone in turn told how they ended up where
they were. Jodie went first. She was the last one to leave the basement,
and she was surprised as she got to the top of the stairs by her brother
Mark. She was tied up in the basement where Beth found her about fifteen
minutes later and untied her. She didn’t do much else as she hid under
the basement stairs for the rest of the time, until Beth told her that
everyone else had been captured.
Beth told her story next. She was the last
to leave the garage, and she hid in Mark’s room where she caught me peeking
and tied me up. Then she found Jodie in the basement and untied her. She
caught Mark in the kitchen, captured him and tied him up in the garage.
She found everyone else had been tied up them, and proclaimed victory.
Mark was the second to leave the basement,
and waited at the top of the stairs for Jodie. He surprised her and tied
her up. He then found Lisa hiding in the study; he won a shootout thanks
to poor aiming by Lisa. He tied her up and locked her in the study. He
himself was then caught and was tied up in the garage. He was later released
by Beth, who asked him to release Caitlin.
Lisa went next. She hid in the study and
lost a shootout to Mark and was tied up. She stayed there until Jodie came
and untied her, and asked her to untie me.
I told my story next, and Caitlin went last.
She was the second to leave the garage, and she hid for a while in the
lounge area before heading up the stairs and was subsequently caught and
tied up by me. There she remained until Mark came and untied her.
That ended our games with the twins, Lisa
and Caitlin. The adults returned home soon after and we went out for dinner.
Jodie and Mark still keep occasional contact
with the twins, while I haven’t spoken to them since that day.
Next time, we’re off to the pictures as Jodie
and Mark’s uncle shoots a movie for his media and film studies degree.
Until then, I hope you enjoyed reading this story!
|Well this is ONE of the last
stories I remember about Sam, Frank, Heather, Dawn, and me. Sam came over
to babysit me again. The reason she was still coming over is because my
parents don't trust me. Anyways, Sam came over and we were playing on my
Nintendo 64. We were playing Mario Kart and I was playing horrible on purpose
because I was setting her up for another bondage experience. Heather and
Frank were over, Dawn was fealing sick so she sent her regrets. Heather
was wearing a cut off tank top (just below her bra)and cut off shorts,
and Sam was wearing a white t-shirt and sinfully short shorts. Frank and
I wore t-shirts and shorts. All of us were barefoot. All of us were playing
Mario Kart when I made the proposition. If either Frank or I were to come
in first, we got to tie up one part of their body. If Sam or Heather came
in first, they could tie up a part of our body. We would continue to play
until it was impossible to move the joystick and press the accelerator
button. Well, I started to kill everybody and easily got first. I tied
up Heather's ankles. I won another four times in a row. So Now Sam's ankles
and wrists were bound, so were Heather's wrists and I gagged Heather. I
got hit in the next round by Sam so she decided to tie up Frank's ankles.
Frank and I got the strategy for him to take the girls "karts" out while
I just raced around the track. It worked beautifully and I gagged Sam.
Then they were as tied as possible so the rule was to add things to them,
ice, water, etc. or tie them to something, or tickle them for as many times
they have won times 5 minutes. We won six times so we could tickle them
for thirty minutes (6*5=30). We tied them to the couch and a recliner.
I told Frank "They're helpless let's just get to the tickle torture." So
we did. I once again got the ice and we put ice everywhere on them. I then
got on top of Heather and proceded to rub ice all over her. She was screaming
that so loud, I could almost hear her through gag. I blindfolded Heather
and Frank did the same to Sam. Both had wonderfully tan bodies and Frank
and I just stared and them for a while. I could just barely see Heather's
bra coming out from underneath her shirt. I rubbed her on the stomach and
then took a candle, I lit it and ran it all over her body, giving a feeling
on intense it for a brief second all over her body. Then after about ten
minutes I did it again only putting ice right over the area I just put
the candle. She started squirming heavily so I tied her down even more
with some more rope. She was begging through her gag to let me go but I
decided not to. Frank was doing the same thing to Sam with the candle and
ice. Frank then went a little father and lifted her shirt and put some
ice under her breasts while putting the candle on top. After a while, we
did some things extremely not appropriate for this site. I will let you
guess what we did.
I want to respect this forum, while still sharing me great experiences.
|Tied and True Tales updated|
|I've just finished updating
Tied and true Tales - check out the Updates page to find out what's new
and exciting there!
Don't forget to check back there each Sunday for future updates.
|Does anybody know...|
|I read a story recently about
a girl who played a TUG with some friends as a bet. They bet that they
could tie her up and she couldn't get out. That particular day she didn't
wear any underwear. They tied her hands to her top which was tied on by
little ties. In order to get out she had to lose the top and in the process
give the boys a show. Does anybody know where this story is? Stupidly,
I didn't bookmark it.
Thanks in advance.
|Tied up while sleeping?|
|Anyone ever tie up a little brother or a friend while they were asleep? What was there reaction when they woke up? What did you do to them afterwards. Please share your stories with us!|
|Congratulations in advance for
reaching 1.5 million visits to the sites. It's been a great few years for
all who have visited the site, and I hope it will be another great few
years to come.
Keep up the good work Canuck!
|HEY GUESS WHAT :)|
|WELL first,do check out TTT,very
NICELY done,and a good read,Also very nice touch how mason(mason right
I hope:) ) explains WHY he likes certin photos:)
I do have a STORY,a new one for sure,a
post here jogged my memory,because it was such a small,but fun little tie
and attempt to tie:) The post asked if anyone ever tied up anybody in there
sleep,so here is my story:
That attract me more to a girl than looks.For the life of me I cant think of her name.hmm let me think for a second....its right on the tip of my tounge,darn.Well anyways one nice sumer day we were all hanging out she was playing cards with my sister,and I was bored,I had a bit to drink,well for no reason other than to be a pain,I filled up a shallow pie pan with whip cream and snuck up on her,and wham right in the face.Not hard but enough to make a nice mess it got all in her hair,she had nice long shoulder lenght hair.
She was very good natured and laughed it off:) which is how I got the nerve to do a quick tie on her to see how she would react
I am pretty sure it was the same week,me,my sister her g/f,and my sisters b/f. I was a litte buzzed and we wee all goofing around,just being young adults messing around.
Out of nowhere I got very brave,found a roll off masking tape and "pounced" on her,I wraped the tape around her arms a few times and she tried to runaway,I chased her,sorta we were in the house and there was no where to run.I taped her a arms a few more times to her side,right at the elbows,before she ran away again.
my sister and her b/f were watching,my
sister was laughing,but her b/f didnt find it to amuseing(what a square)
I stoped because I saw she was not really into it,evan though she was gigleing
and laughing as she was running away,I can rember her last name..AHA!!
HER NAME WAS CAROL :) whew I feel better now. anyhow my sisters b/f untied
her( what a bum) and we all had a nice laugh.
BUT there was NOTHING in the house to tie her up with!! Drat the luck,but I wasnt going to give up so easy. I made my way to a 7-11,and ended up buying some rope,I went back home my heart was pounding so hard. I slowy went to the bedroom she was in,she always kept the door open :)
AS I prety much followed the letter,on how the guy snuck up on his wife,she suddenly stirred a litte but didnt wake up.By this time I started to lose my nerve,plus I had a few more drinks,so in a off the wall little joke,at the foot of the bed I piled up all the rope,and I think a scarf I was gonna gag her with,and I went to bed. Figureing it was about as big as a hint I could give.
I still had not TOLD anybody about my "thing" for bound and gagged women. WELL the next day she did in fact see all the rope and asked me just what was I planning on doing,she wasnt mad,but by the tone of her voice and how she worded it,I could tell she was not into ANY kind of tie up games.
Thankfully I was able to brush off
my embaresment,for trying something so "weird,by oops haveing a bit to
much to drink.
One more thing I would like to share,though it is not realted to tie up games in any way.I feel very at home here,seeing all the "familair faces"BTW Zorro,great story,those are the kind I like,for one because they seem so unreal and YET they are REAL,just look at my Lisa stories,I mean the woman let me tie her up the VERY first time we meet face to face,and in a graveyard.
Anyways I ramble,sorry:) my point is
I feel very "safe" here.and well today is my birthday:) I had to work all
day,pretty rough job,but I told no one at work,well one woman and she was
kind enough not to tell anyone she is a swwethart.
I sure wish there was the internet when I was young to help me through the confuseing times:) Stay cool and Play SAFE :)
|Hi My name is Natalie and I have some stories I would like to share with all of you. When I was about 13 my brother Randy would always tie me up. He was about my age and I kind of liked when he tied me up. Here is my first story: Our parents were working late so he came into my room and asked if I wanted to play a game. I said ok. He came over to me and grabbed my hands and tied my hands behind my back with a cloth. I asked him what he was doing. He said "you wanted to play a game didnt you?" I tod him to untie me. He said that he couldnt. Before I could say anything else he gagged me with another cloth. He then took off my shoes and started to tickle my feet. I started screaming under my gag because I hated to be tickled. Later he untied me. I let him tie me up again but thats another story bye.|
|Any posts OF GUYS getting tied up???|
|There has to be some|
|Or guys in some sort of suspension?
By the hands/feet?
I need some self bondage instructions and would like some clean pictures too.
|looking for self bondage pics|
|Dan, if you take the time to
check out the 'Self-Bondage' page within the Links section of my site,
you should find all that you want. Try Lillan's site if it is specific
techniques you are after.
Hope this helps.
And btw, if you are planning on tying yourself
up - be careful! Self-bondage can be lots of fun and I hate to sound
like a worry-wart but it can be risky in that what you are doing does involve