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This month's stories: *** indicates Canuck's picks Having Some Fun (f/ff) - Anonymous
Everything Going Awry (m/f, f+/m, f+/fm) - The Walskter ***
Discussion on Bondage - Age21
A Sock Torture Story (m/m) - Mark
Camp Tie-Up Pt. 3 (End) (m+/mm) - Mr E
My Babysitting Experience (m+/f) - Brooke
My First tie-up game with Emily . concluded (m/f, F/mf) - graham uk
5 on 1 Part 1 (f/f) - Sandra Davis
5 on 1 Part 2 (ff/f+) - Sandra Davis
A Torture Worse than Tickling (m+/m) - evil monkey
My Most Terrifying Night! (f+/f) - Brooke
On a Mission (m/f) - bob
Captured for a game (m/f) - anonymous
Defending My Morales (m+/m) - Byrd
Making the Movie (ff/m) - milly
Hotel Hostage (mm/f) - Hillary
A promise is a promise (f/m) - Batista
Part 1 (mf/m) - Anonymous
Summer of fun (ff/m) - Long time reader *
Birthday Tie-Up (m/m) - Mr E
Heather's Bondage Lesson 101 (m/f) - Bondage Heather
Dena's Helpless Victim (f/m) - Kidnap Boy
Summer of fun Part 2 (mf/f) - Long time reader ***
Tied Up at School (m+f+/fm) - Daniel
Scared to Death (ff/mf) - Daniel
Summer story (m+f+/m+f+) - Daniel
9th day at school (m+/m) - Daniel
Georges house (m+/m+) - Buzzbuzz
My dream 3 (m/m) - Aussie roper
Another Incident (mm/ff) - Hillary
Custom tied (mf/m) - JD
A Bet (m/m) - Tadrinn
Christmas Eve (mf/m) - Daniel
Babysitter Tied Up (m/f) - kid g
Seth and I's revenge on Mike (mm/m) - Mr Braggadocous
Babysitter Tied Up part 4 (m/f) - kid g
Observation (m/m) - Tadrinn
Revenge part 1 (f+/m) - surfer15
Strange way to meet each other (mm/m) - Daniel
An accident leads to my first bondage experience (m/f) - Stacy
I tied Up My Baby Sitter (m/f) - David
Hunter (m+/m+) - David
Summer of Fun Conclusion (mf/f) - Long time reader
Self Bondage (discussion) - Malcolm
Abducted Part 1 (m+/f+) - Alysha & al
The First Time (m+/m+) - Shaun
Abducted Part 2 (m+/f+) - Alysha
|The Tick or Tick|
Just wanted to comment on how fantastic i think the tick's stories are and i would love to heard more from you/him.
|Having some fun|
|One day a about a month ago I was hanging out with a few friends Michele and Jeniffer we were in Jeniffers room watching TV when Jeniffer mentioned that she was gettting bored. Jeniffer asked if I wanted to play a type game I was like sure why not Jeniffer left and said she will be right back and that she wanted to get something to make tye game more fun. I was like sure so me and Michelle sat and talked about school. Jeniffer came back a few minutes latter and was holding what looked to appear as a white shirt with straps me and Michelle looked at each other weird and I then asked Jeniffer what is that thing I though you said you were going tie me up. Jeniffer replied saying we are and told me to stand up and hold out my arms. Jeniffer asked Michelle to help she said okay and then smiled. They then slid the shirt over my arms as they were sliding it on my arms Jeniffer told me that they wer putting me in straightjacket in its just a way to tie people up Jeniffer thought it would be a cool thing to use rather then the regular ways of tying people up . Then the crossed my arms and tied the straps up my back and one between my legs. There Jeniffer said doesnt he look cute Michelle agreed and said now what. After they finished strapping me i tried to get out Jeniffer and Michelle just watched and laughing and joking around with me for about a half hour. They were like you can't get out can you i said no it was impossible. We then talked a little and they let me out and went out to eat.|
|Have any of you noticed that the crossdress the boys seems a fairly recent trend, I haven't seen it before Jan of this year except in very rare occorences. Has anyone else noticed this observation?|
|RE: An observation|
|Only a little... but then again, I thought it was semi-normal for the site... after all, I saw it once or twice in the archives... somewhere...|
|Might comes as a shocker to you... but even
i think the crossdressing stories have played there self out... Now underwear
stories... bring them on.
PS. Mr. Braggadocious, yours was a good one. Keep up the good work. I will try to call ya this week
|"The Boss" Jerry Burns|
|Re: Crossdressing stories|
|Every now and then, you get little spurts of stories that are either helped to surface in the memory by seeing one, or the fiction writers get inspired by them and decide to add their own. It happens. Played out? This is a board for tales of tie-up GAMES, not people's personal fetishes, aside from the one this site is about. I see no reason for people not to tell their stories on the say-so of someone who wants to make up aliases to tell his own rather poorly-written fiction.|
|Everything Going Awry|
|Alright, this just occured last friday night.
My sister was having an overnight party, and inviting five of her friends.
Inspired by the stories on here of tieing everyone at siblings parties
up, I got one of my friends to come over and help. I had him arrive two
hours prior to help triple check out setup. We had it all planned out.
Oh, and my parents were of course out until late at night, to give my sister
and her friends the house.
We waited until all of the guests arrived. Now we just had to wait for someone to come upstairs. We put a note on the toilet claiming it was broken and to use the one upstairs to lure them up. After a good hour and a half or so we finally heard someone coming up the stairs. It was my sister. Knowing my sister to be a b****, my friend didn't come out. I lunged out of hiding at her, and tackled her, trying to tie her wrists. When I realized my friend was still in hiding, I knew I was in trouble.
My sister, being older but not as strong, managed to pin my arms and hold me to the ground while calling for her friends to come up. She had seen the duct tape I rope I had, so she was already pretty p.o.'d.
Her friends came up and after they giggled and made some jokes, picked me up, still holding my limbs tight, and began to carry me downstairs along with all the rope and tape. I was careful not to look to my friends hiding spot, since he was right now my only hope of escaping.
Once they had me downstairs, they took off my shirt, jeans, and socks, and tied me on my back with my hands above my head, which went around a pole. Then they tied my legs stretched out, much like they would be in a spread-eagle, on two chairs they pulled up and covered with heavy objects. By now I was terrified, but aroused, and in nothing but my boxers, I couldn't do anything about them knowing it. They giggled, took one of my socks and a lot of duct tape and gagged me. By the end I could barely make a sound out of it.
Since not all of my friends were as ruthlessly mean as my sister, one of them tried to coax her to let me go, but since she was outnumbered, I remained their prisoner. At first they left me their and went back to their gossiping or whatever they do. Then they came back over to me, but with all kinds of makeup kits, plus face paint, markers, and some tickling tools. I was embarrased at my 'excitement' as one of my sisters friends, who is very good looking I might add, sat straddling my chest and began to slowly run her fingers over my arms and face. They were taunting me, in more ways than one.
Finally the girl on top of me pulled out all the proverbial stops and began mercilessly tickling my defenseless armpits. Since she was on top of me, I could hardly even move. I mmphed like a madman, and she must have gone ten minutes straight before stopping. I could hear one of my sisters friends still bickering about letting me go, and I prayed that they would listen to her. They all walked away to who knows where. After a few seconds I saw my friend slowly peak his head around a corner. I started motioning with my head to come over quickly.
He made his way over silently, but as soon as he was over we heard the girls coming back. He quickly dashed under a sofa that was high enough off the ground to fit and still hide him as the girls returned. This time, I knew I was in trouble: The only girl who wanted me to be let go was being restrained and dragged in by the rest of them. They stripped her to her underwear and tied her the same way I was, but on the other side of the pole. They even interlocked her arms through mine to make escape even harder. I was even more turned on by the sound of the other girl "mmmph'ing, and they could tell. Boy, was I embarrased.
They took out their tools and went to work on us. Luckily they had forgotten about the face paints and makeup, and unfortunatly they were now 100% focused on the tickling tools. I don't know what the girl "above" me was tickled with, but I got two girls with electric toothbrushes, one on my chest and one on my feet, at the same time. They put the toothbrush at one foot/armpit, and used their fingers and fingernails to do the other. And they were sitting on me, so I could hardly move. It was agony.
This continued on and off for a good hour and a half, until finally they must have gotten bored. They untied our arms one at a time, and the same with our legs. We were re-clothed, but they made sure we couldnt escape. We were then retied in the traditional fashion: legs together, wrists behind the back. They took our gags out, and replaced them with the other sock, then regagged us.
They blindfolded us and started walking all over creation. Finally, the sound of my parents returning stopped their games. They ripped the blindfold off, but then decided better. They untied my sisters friend, but hurried me up to my room, untied me and retied me with duct tape in a way that could have been mistaken for self-bondage, and left me lying on my bed, closing the door on their way out. They didn't know my friend was over, luckily. After about fifteen minutes he opened the door and untied me. Needless to say I was more than a bit mad at him, but he reassured me that if it was any consolation, he was bored the whole time.
I didn't mean to hit him as hard as I did. Luckily we're still friends, but we know now that you need more than two people to pull off a "party kidnapping".
|Tied and True Tales updated|
|Well, it's history now that Sydney won the
flag last week (but it was so close, could've gone either way) - after
beating my beloved Saints the week before… On a happier subject, Melai
and I are busy now working on her visa application… yeheyyyy! It's also
my first update since changing address (please note that my new address
is www.tied-and-true-tales.com) and I've finally caught up on a major backlog
of stories - 20 in all including more fiction from Rohana, Andrea and Limey.
Now that I'm up and running again, I'll try post regular updates on a weekly
As usual, click on the link to find out what's new at http://www.tied-and-true-tales.com
I hear what you're saying, but if we keep surrendering ground to the enemy, they win. Obviously it's your decision whether or not to post, but I encourage you to do so.As far as Canuck goes, I've been reading this site for several years, and he has a way of suddenly reappearing and knocking trolls for a loop, and now that he is back from vacation, I suspect they will be on their best behavior for a while. You are one of the two or three authors I look forward to seeing a new story from the most. Thanks,
|My hubby and I have a good friend who is
a police officer. He told us where we could get good police style handucffs
at a reasonable price. We play with them all the time and have loads of
My hubby even dresses up in a police uniform, has me spread eagle and has a ton of fun frisking me as I do to him when we reverse roles.
Our most interesting experience was on a bus trip from Wheeling, W. Va to Sharon, Pa. I posted that story on the college board if you care to read it.
And I am glad that Canuck is keeping this board clean.
|This site is for childhood stories, a place to post your stories when you were a kid or teen. I realize the these people are in need of stories... http://books.dreambook.com/cantthinkofgoodname/main.html|
|3 girls tied at my house|
i am glad i found this site,so i hope other people want to hear a story from the king.anyway,to start this story off,these girls,alex leopold and leighann whatshername were being *beeps* and trying to break me and my girlfriend allison up.so i conjured a plan with allison, who has been tied by me once to make alex leo and leighann stop.it involves tape and torture .i invited both girls to come over to my house(my parents and brother were out again).i had positioned allison downstairs behind the laundry room door with duct tape,i had a roll in my pocket as well.and as the doorbell rang,i knew it was time
|hail to the king baby|
|We just had my cousins wedding this weekend
and wow what bride they tied her hands and legs to the chair and the groom
took off the garter with his tongue after he got it off they would leave
her tied for awhile longer it was hot to see
|Hey, i'm new to this site, i was just looking through the archives and i was just wondering, who are the best writters here, which are the best stories.|
|how come people are always tickled? why isnt anyone tortured in other ways?|
|Hey I was wondering if anybody had any links
to G rated bondage sites that have photos. Also, I was wondering if any
of you would be willing to send me some of your G rated pics.
|OK this is my first post to this board,
and it is going to be a bit heavy, but seeing the content that is allowed
to pass in other stories despite the stern policy, don't see why this should
I have enjoyed the thought of being tied up from an early age, and by enjoy you know what I mean. The problem is, this is the only thing I enjoy. I am not attracted to either sex. I know for some people this is difficult to comprehend, and will be inflamed by this suggestion. Most believe there are only two or three sexual orientations; a more "enlighted" subset believes (incorrectly) that the number of orientations is in the single digits.
People who enjoy TUGs seem to fall into one of the following categories:
1. Those who do it "just for fun," like basketball or water skiing. There is no sexual component whatsoever. Nobody knows why they like basketball or water-skiing, so it is with the people and their TUGs. This seems to be quite rare, but I am not able to tell as many people do not always explicitly reveal their "motives" on this board.
2. Those who do TUGs in the context of a romantic relationship (or fantasized relationship), but with the focus on the person they are playing the TUG with. It serves to enhance emotional ties (no pun intended). This seems to be at least half the posters here.
3. Those who derive arousal from their TUGs but are still able to become aroused without them. This differs from (2) only insofar as there need not be a relationship component in order for the TUG to illicit arousal.
4. Those who derive arousal EXCLUSIVELY from participating in TUGs of one form or another, and have known this since their preschool years or earlier (contrast this with common arousal patterns, which normally do not develop until adolescense). To these people, it doesn't really matter who or what does the tying, they just know that they want to be tied and that is the only thing the can "get off to." These people are in a dire situation, because they will never be able to experience romantic relationship; it is not that they are unwilling but uncapable. It is like a gay person trying to be attracted the opposite sex or vice versa. They simply have no interest in a romantic relationship, because the sexual component is not a motivator for them. This is really distict from the other three, and is what psychologists might term sexual masochism (or sadism), that being the actual disorder, not simply the behavior.
As I stated at the start of this post, I fall into the latter category.
I was raised in a quite traditional household, but I have gotten past that. If I have to engage in what are considered for many people unusual behaviors in order to enjoy myself, I will not hesitate to do so. However, I know that by continuing in this path I will never be able to experience the joy of a lifelong relationship OR having children. From the research I have done the consensus seems to be that fetishes are learned behaviors, and therefore they can often be unlearned through proper psychological conditioning.
My hypothesis is that the linkage between being tied up and arousal occured at an early age due to my experiences of being tied up by my older brother and cousin for extensive periods of time. It was a coping mechanism. In fact, I would call what I experienced physical abuse, although I do not remember it very distinctly. But of course there is always a blurred distinction between abuse and "normal childhood behavior," a distinction which for whatever reason does not exist for adults. In fact, all the people on this board who have posted stories about being tied up against their will (not consenting even implicitly) during their childhoods, even if they now look back on those experiences with delight, have been assalted.
But I digress. My question is what am I supposed to do. I probably will enjoy being tied up for the rest of my life - that is not the issue. The issue is, what is there besides this? Should I try going to a sex therapist? It seems most likely to me that whenever I developed my tie-up fetish it became dominant and thus I have never been able to find my "biological" sexuality. This is where I believe therapy would be helpful. Otherwise I will be able to enjoy my sexuality but never a relationship, which they tell me is what really matters in the end. Any rational advice at this point would be helpful.
|Age21, yours is the first account I've seen
on the Net of something that approximates to my own condition.
I don't know whether my fetish came to dominate as a result of strenuous parental discouragement of interest in all matters sexual (dirty, filthy, wicked, depraved - you name it!) or simply through genetic programming and an absence of sisters, but I remember being aroused by images of people being bound and gagged in books (all we had back in the early 1950s), and eventually graduated to tie-up games with other kids. Tying or being tied, it didn't matter.
It was the only thing that aroused me, and it still is, though it has become focussed on females gagged tightly over the mouth. I have nothing against women whatsoever, and they account for at least half of my friends, but that friendship can only ever be intellectual and platonic.
As you say, there was never any possibility of any intimate relationship, mainly in my case for fear of my perversion being discovered and gossiped about. Sex was a strictly private thing. Traditionally "sexy" behaviour, and nudity, leave me absolutely cold, to the total bafflement of many of my friends, past and present. Perhaps witnessing the incessant arguing, and occasional violence, in my parents' relationship also helped to incline me against marriage, or even getting too close to another person.
Occasionally over the decades I've happened on women who expressed an interest in "bondage", but I could tell that if we explored it further together, they would be getting something slightly different out of it. Ultimately, they would probably want to do something I couldn't do, and would actually run away from, leaving the poor lady hurt and confused. It's only now, since the advent of the Internet, that I can even find out for certain who is interested in the subject, and discuss it with any freedom.
Sorry, mate, but I have to agree; you're probably in for a long haul :-(
|>Age21, yours is the first account I've
seen on the Net of something that approximates to my own condition.<
I think I have maybe heard of something similar once or twice. Also if you read the DSM of Mental Disorders there is a reference to paraphilias (fetishes) being "the prefered or _exclusive_ mode of arousal" in the individual afflicted. So we are not alone, just unusual.
>an absence of sisters,<
Me too, but I don't think that was a factor. Plenty of people grow up with members of the opposite sex as playmates.
>but I remember being aroused by images of people being bound and gagged in books (all we had back in the early 1950s),
If you don't mind me asking, What was the earliest age at which this occured?
>and eventually graduated to tie-up games with other kids.<
I guess I was always too self-conscious about being "found out" that I never suggested playing TUGs with any other kids, and even if they suggested it (which, among the mainly one friend I had, he only ever did once) I mainly rejected it for that fear.
> Tying or being tied, it didn't matter. <
Me it is only being tied. I get aroused by seeing pictures of other people tied, but mainly because I identify with their situation.
> As you say, there was never any possibility of any intimate relationship, mainly in my case for fear of my perversion being discovered and gossiped about.<
I'm just not interested in sex. You normally have to be interested, at least sub-consciously, in sex in order to want to seek out a romantic relationship with somebody.
>Perhaps witnessing the incessant arguing, and occasional violence, in my parents' relationship also helped to incline me against marriage,<
I can attest to that in my childhood to, my father being a level three alcoholic (he still is) and my parents' divorce at age 4.
> or even getting too close to another person.<
Platonically, or romantically? I actually have trouble even forming ever platonic relationships with other people, though that was not the original point of this post. I mean, I talk to people and have deep discussions about philosophy and world events, and tell jokes, but I just don't feel like I'm connecting. I never have. When I was about 11 years old I noticed that for whatever reason I didn't have emotions anymore. I knew in the past I did. I went through all my grandparents funerals, and never felt a thing. I was more concerned about myself thinking I was crazy than their deaths! I couldn't cry... I haven't cried in > 10 years. I relocated to a new place to attend college, and I have literally no friends, and don't know how to make any. Not as if I ever had any of significance. I do nothing, know nothing.
The world sucks.
|>Traditionally "sexy" behaviour, and nudity,
leave me absolutely cold, to the total bafflement of many of my friends,
past and present.<
Me too, see nudity in either sex does nothing for me. Though I have found ways to "fake" it. I have to fake it. I have tried to tell a few people, but they either don't fully understand the concept of me absolutely not being sexually attracted to other people, or they have no place to accommodate that kind of information in their brain so they promptly forget what I told them. I went through a period of counseling where I told my parents about it, but they seem to have forgotten - they still ask me if I have met any cute girls!
I suggest you seek some kind of counseling, either from a psychologist or a religious leader or both to help you through this.
My first advice is to pray. God can help you through anything.
My second advice is to realize that there is a lot more to life than sex. I'm a virgin and plan to be until I am married, if I get married. I have a lot going for me in my life, and realize that sex isn't that important. So find yourself some hobbies that you enjoy, then make some friends who enjoy those same hobbies.
My third piece of advice is to write out
a list of things that you like about yourself and your life. You may find
it to be longer than you think. If not, work on ways to make it longer.
Hope that helps,
P.S. I am in no way a professional in any field. I am simply giving advice based on my human experiences. If you are an atheist and offended by me mentioning God, I apologize. I believe in God and believe he can and will help you, but my intention is not to force my beliefs on anyone.
|What Anonymous said.|
|I second all of that.|
|I am from australia adn i have started a new group for pics of teens tied that are tied up on our screens. Feel free to visit, join, and post stories. ONLY pics of teens on tv but as i do not want this group to be deleted.|
|Sorry the address is :- http://au.groups.yahoo.com/groups/tvteens|
|Hi again everyone.I will be posting my next
story sometime this week.I am sorry i have just been busier than i thought
i would be and i have not had the time to post it.
I hope people are still interested in reading it but i promise it will be posted by the end of this weekend.
|A sock torture story|
|Before you read this, yes it includes being
tied up. But you know how most people tickle their "prisoner"? Well that
doesn't happen in this one, instead they are torurted with dirty socks,
so just a fair warning. Also the "D" word is used once in here.
Someone asked a while ago for a story that involved being tied up and tortured with socks, well I got one.
About two weeks ago Matt and I were sitting around my house just watching TV. My parents had gone out for the day so we would have about eight hours to just do what ever we wanted. Matt was 15, about 5 feet 8 inches tall and was wearing black jeans, black sketchers, solid white socks and a Texans (NFL football for those who don’t follow sports) Jersey. I am also 15 and was wearing blue jeans, black shoes, white socks and a black shirt. We got bored after a while and in the past we had done some tie up games, but it was mostly just “let me tie you up and see if you can get out” type things with nothing else involved. This was going to be a little different, Matt suggested to me that we go play a game of pool, seeing as how I couldn’t think of anything better I agreed.
So we went into the garage where the pool table was set up and we started playing, half way through I got the idea to make a bet. My first idea was to just wager money but it turned out he had no cash on him and even if he did all I had was $20. So we agreed the winner could tie up the loser. That was suppose to be it, no torture or anything involved, so we continued playing. I’ll spare you all the boredom and just tell you I lost the game
So we headed back upstairs to my room where I had about 70 feet of rope (cut into 8 unequal peaces). Now one thing you need to know is that Matt and I can escape easily if the ties are not complex…normally. This time would be different, and wasn’t what I expected. He has me lay on the floor right in front of my bed. To give you more of a visual picture a wall with a bed set up running along the side, my head was facing the wall so it was like a T shape, my body being the long part and the bed being the top part. He took one arm and wrapped some rope around my wrist making sure none of my fingers could reach a knot, then he tied the other end to the bed post. He then proceeded to do the same with the other hand so my arms were spread. He then went down to my right ankle and tied that to a desk near by and my left ankle to the dresser so I was effectively spread eagle on the floor.
I thought I could escape but realized after about a minute that my only way of escaping would either be through him or hoping sooner or later the ropes break. Given the latter would take hours and maybe days I patiently awaited for him to untie me.
“Can’t escape can you?” He said
“Nope, you did this good” I responded
“Well then I’m going to go for a jog since I didn’t get to today, is any circulation being cut off?” He asked concerned.
“No its tight but its not killing me.”
“Alright I’ll be right back in about twenty minutes, have fun.”
“At least its not tortures” I stupidly said. He smiled evilly, though at the time I just took it as a smile
“I’ll be back in a bit.” And with that he proceeded to leave.
I tried to escape but slowly got tired and just laid there and I guess you can say rested, I could see a clock he left at about 11:23 and the clock now read 11:55 and just then I heard the door downstairs shut so I knew he was back. He came back upstairs.
“Still haven’t escaped, well how about I give you an incentive if you don’t escape within 5 minutes something bad will happen. I won’t say anything more, you got 5 minutes” he said.
Not really leaving me much of a choice I again tried to reach a knot or two but failed. 5 minutes were up and he sat on the bed.
“I was thinking as I was jogging what would be a way to torture you that wouldn’t hurt you and you would remember for a long time. I really had to think cause I would never hurt you, then it hit me.” He stopped and I just looked up since I couldn’t really do much else. He got up and got 2 boxes and put one on each side of my head so I couldn’t move my head.
He sat back down on the bed.
“How do you like my shoes Mark? (which is me.)” he said.
“Kind of dirty but nice I guess.” I said back not knowing what was going to happen.
“You want to see dirty, then see this.” He said as he slowly pulled off his shoe and revealed his white crew sock, the bottom was a little brownish and smelled awful.
“Here have a sniff” and he slowly lowered his sock foot onto my face. The smell was awful and I couldn’t do anything about it. He pulled off his other shoe and lowered that socked foot onto my face. I had no choice but to smell his dirty sweaty socks.
“Let me tell you about these socks so you know what your smelling. I wore these socks for three days, walked in them outside, inside, went jogging in them, even walked in dirt with them. That’s what your smelling.” As he said that he put one of his socked feet over my mouth and the other right over my nose so if I opened my mouth I’d taste his sock.
“Alright I’ll let you go but you have to do something for me first.”
I feared what it might be…
“You have to lick my socks, spotless before I untie you.”
I sat there for about a minute not doing anything but then realized that he had about 6 hours that he could keep me like that and that licking his socks would probably not take 6 hours. So I slowly began to lick the bottom of his right sock, as I did this he kept his left socked foot right by my nose. The sock tasted horrible and I was able to taste the dirt and sweat of it. After about 20 minutes I had to do the same with the other sock. After that…
“Almost done, just one more thing I want you to do before I let you go.” After he said that he pulled off both his socks and put them in my mouth.
“Suck on those for 40 minutes” as he said that he used a remote on the bed to turn on my TV that I had in my room. So for the next 60 minutes I was left sucking on his 3 day old sweaty socks.
He later untied me and I plan to get revenge on him in a few days. Just thought I’d share that since someone kept asking and never got what they were looking for.
|Very good story Mark you posted a rareity
of a theme.
And yes I agree, lets stop arguing and just keep up the stories.
|Thanks, and yes i noticed the typo in the last line, it wasnt 40 it was 60|
|I have been aroused at the thought of being
tied up since the age of 4 -- no reason for it; have never been tied in
my life (or at least have a memory of it..) nor have I tied anyone or had
any contact with bondage of any kind.
However, the point is, throughout my childhood, puberty and young-adulthood, I never had a girl-friend (or boyfriend) and nor did I want to. I was turned on at the thought of being bound, and like yourself age21, it didnt not matter to me who was doing the tieing.
I'm 26 now, and the reason Im writing this is that I feel my situation is changing. My desire for bondage, whilst still present, is wearing off. Im becomming more attracted to people -- women in particular, and the thought of a sexual relationship is far more appealing to me than I ever thought it would be.
Having said that.. I have not had yet! I'll keep you posted!
|My bondage experiences started as a young
gal, accelerated in college and went into warp speed when I got married.
However, my interests in the opposite sex, has never wiltered or changed
on the weather of her marital life.
I wish you the best in finding your mate,
but trust me, if bondage is truly in your blood and not just a once in
awhile fantasy it will never go away, especially after you have actually
|Does this happen often?|
|Regarding my last post, I was trying to covey that a true bondage lovers desire for bondage never wilters or dies out and my love for the opposite sex has never changed despite the weather of the storms with my partner which was supposed to come out as him (my mate) but came out as her. Didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. I thought I typed it in correctly. Maybe my fault.|
I was wondering if anyone had photos of yourselve's tied up? If so could you send them to me. Also I was wondering if anyone would like to talk to me about tieing yourself or other people up. If so you can IM me. My AIM name is SFGAfan17. Also I need help with tying myself up if you have any tips just E-mail me. Thanks alot and Ihope that you will e mail me.
|Camp Tie-Up Pt. 3 (End)|
|Hey all, sorry it took me forever to post
this last part. But this happened while I was at camp for 1 week. None
of these 3 instances were at all related, and had basically no plot or
reasoning. It was just 17 crazy guys, bored or whatever and got a little
Ok, before I go on, I need to explain some things. At camp, everyday we have what we call "Cabin Clean-Up", and we clean up our cabins and get graded on a 1-50 scale. You may also do a display/decoration thing/theme that can get you up to 5 bonus points. This score determines when you eat for lunch and dinner, and if you want to win the competition.
Alright, so since all of our guys were lazy bums, naturally we didn't really clean up very much. However, we wanted to eat some what early. So some of us cleaned, however day after day, this 1 guy would not clean up AT ALL. His name was Cody. He would leave his stuff out all over, and becuz of him we made scores of 19 and the like. So we weren't really peticuarly fond of him.
Cabin clean-up comes around. It's the last day of the last week. So everyone's really lose and nobody cares about the rules. However, we still don't want to eat last. So one of the guys suggested that we do a display to make up for the points lost by Cody.
"What did you have in mind?" was the all-important question.
"Well, there's a scene from "The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly", where the guy is left standing on the back of a chair with a noose around his neck and his hands tied."
"Yeah...and?" was Matt's reply.
"Cody has cost us lunch like a ton of times, I think we should return the favor."
"Oh, so you're saying that we..."
"Yep. We'll use the duct tape to do it too," he said as they all laughed.
So we were all in accord. When we were cleaning after breakfast, we all got the plan. And we were ready. Dusty blocked the door, so there was no escape, while the rest of us were ready to pounce.
"Cody, we have beef with you." said one of the guys, as some of the others left out muffeled laughs.
"What?" he said, looking at all the guys standing together.
"We're tired of your sloppiness, and making our cabin dirty, so we're going to make it up with some display points."
"So? I don't care." Cody said.
"But you should, cuz you're going to a part of it."
And before he could say anything, the guys were all over him. He was so stubborn, so he struggled against them, but there were like 6 of them, and Dusty had the door. There was no escape. Stephen brought out his duct tape, and he started to yell "No, you fags!" and other meaner and more...profane slurs. But it didn't matter. We stood him up and we put him on the chair, holding his arms up so that Stephen could tie his hands above the rafters.
Stephen worked fast and he taped his hands so that it held him up. Even if Cody wasn't on the chair, he would dangle from the rafters. He continued to try and kick us and yell profane slurs at us. And as such, we decided that he shouldn't be cursing and we used duct tape to gag him. Of course, we payed for it with a kick first. So we also decided to tape his legs together. Lucky for him, he was wearing long jeans. One of the guys held up one of his dorty socks and suggested that we use that to gag him, but we already did that. So we blindfolded him with it.
After he was all tied up, we put a FAKE noose around his neck and we just left him there. And then the question rose:
"What if they don't know what it's supposed to be?" one of the guys asked.
"We could always write it down," one suggested.
"Orrr.....we could do another display." was the premeditated answer.
We all thought it was a great idea! Only, nobody wanted to be mummified. And especially not with duct tape. So then we decided to that we wouldn't mummify with tape, but with toilet paper. That got a few laughs, but we the truth was we didn't have enough tape. But still no one wanted to do it. So we decided to draw straws, and Matt was the loser. He tried to get out of it by running, but we got him and used a little tape.
"You said you wouldn't use tape!" Matt yelled.
"Well, you tried to run away," was the answer as the taped just the key areas. You know, his ankles, knees, wrists together and tied to his chest, and to shut him up, we gagged him and used the rest of the tape. We all laughed really hard, but Matt was just making noise, just like Cody. So then, we stood him up as some guys went and got the toilet paper and we mummified him. At first the paper kept on ripping, but we got enough of it to do the job.
After we were finished, we looked at the 2 guys and realized that we were late for the morning meeting and activity. So we ran, all laughing at the thought of those 2. Later in the activity, Cody and Matt would meet up with us. They told us that the unit leaders (who inspect and grade the cabins) let them loose. And Cody and Matt weren't very happy with us. But when we got back, we looked at our score chart, and we got a 55, the highest possible, even with a display. So we all counted it worth it.
And thus ends the camp tie-ups.
|Sorry about not putting my name on my last posting about me babysitting Jake, Toby, and Ben and their 2 friends. Since I like tube socks, is there anybody that has stories that involve babysitters being tied up wearing tube socks or leg warmers. Even though I'm a girl I like to read stories about girls being tied up!|
|My babysitting experience|
|Hi, my name is Brooke. My friend Laura told
me about this site a week ago and I've been reading some of the stories
on here. I, myself, have some stories that involve some rope and tape,
too! Now, I've been interested in being tied up for a long time. Oh I almost
forgot, I love sports(VOLLEYBALL, basketball, and softball) so naturally,
I'm fit and athletic. I'm about 5'10", 135, tan, green eyes, and light
brown hair. The story that I'm going to tell happened during my volleyball
season during my sophomore year of high school.
I was babysitting three boys, Jake 13, Toby 12, Ben 10. I just arrived at their house and I was going to be babysitting them from friday night until 3pm Saturday.
Mrs. Williams, she is a divroced mother, left and it was just me and the boys.
I should tell you that I had just got out of volleyball practice but I did change into some of my tight, short shorts and a clean t-shirt from one of my previous club volleyball teams. I was also wearing two pairs of tube socks. I love tube socks!! I wear them all of the time!
I was kind of tired, so i told the boys that I was going to watch some tv for a while. They just went down stairs for an hour or so. Jake came upstairs and asked if 2 of their friends could come over for a while. I said sure. The two friends arrived 10 minutes later and went directly to the basement.
Every now and then I would go down and check on them. They thought that it was annoying that I was always checking on them. They told me to stop checking on them.
I said,"I'm paid to look after you guys, so I'm going to keep doing it." and I went back upstairs.
At about 8 P.M. they came upstairs and asked me if I wanted to play hide and seek in the dark. I didn't think anything of what I was getting myself into and I unknowingly said sure. They told me that I was it first. I had to go outside and count to 100. I came back inside and the whole house was completely dark, plus it was dark outside. The boys must have known how to turn off the power to the house because it was totally off. But, it just added to the excitement.
I checked the first floor and found nobody, then checked the second floor and still found nobody. Now I knew that they were down in the basement.
I opened the basement door and I was kind of afraid because it was so dark that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. They must have seen my tube socked legs as I was coming down the stairs because I heard a voice say "she's coming down." I told them that I knew that they were down there but one of them said that I had to come down and find all of them.
I made my way to the other end of the basement and I still found nobody. I just stood there in the dark for a little bit. Suddenly, I felt 2 pairs of arms wrap around my upper body and then another grabbed around my thighs and another grabbed my socked legs. They tackled me to the ground and flipped me over onto my stomach.
They sat on my legs so that I couldn't move them and all of them grabbed both of my hands and tied them behind my back and then they tied my elbows together, then tied my arms to my sides above and below my breasts, making them look even bigger than they already are. After that they all made their way down to my socked legs. They tied my ankles together then tied above and below my knees. They must have ran out of rope because they used duct tape on my thighs. I was pleading with them to let me go. I was sort of afraid because there were five of them and only one of me and I couldn't see any of them! I couldn't over power them so my only choice was to be tied up, and tied up well! I couldn't budge a muscle.
They told me that they needed to keep me from always checking in on them so they decided to tie me up and put me someplace where I wouldnt bug them. They all picked me up and carried me upstairs. I thought they were going to put me in the living room but they kept on going up to the second floor.
They came into a room and threw me on a bed. One of the boys went and turned on the power to the house. The light to the room turned on. I was in Mrs. Williams bedroom. I then noticed that all five boys were staring at me while I was tied up on the bed. I noticed that Jake was staring directly at my tube socks. I kind of figured that Jake just wanted to tie me up while I was wearing my tube socks. It was kind of awkward with them all staring at me like they were doing.
I kept asking them to let me go. Toby finally said,"Enough is enough, I'm gonna gag her to keep her quiet!" he went over to his mothers sock drawer and pulled out a pair of white, thick, knee high aerobics socks and a pair of leg warmers. There mother was an aerobics instructor at a local gym, so she had to have tons of those types of socks. I definitely knew what the socks were for, but not the leg warmers. I clamped my mouth shut. They tickled my thighs and Toby quickly shoved the 2 aerobic socks in my mouth. Now your thinking, how the heck can 2 thick, knee high aerobic socks fit in my mouth, well I have a big mouth, lol. After the socks were in he took one leg warmer and tied it around my mouth so that I wouldn't spit the socks out. Then the second leg warmer was used to blind fold me.
I was trying to tell them to let me go but all that came out was soft MMMMMPPPPHHHHIIINNNNGGG!
They said goodnight to me and I heard them turn the lights off and shut the door. Suddenly, all of them jump onto the bed. They said that they were going to sleep with me for the night. One wrapped his arms around my tube socked legs and used my socked feet as a pillow. Another used my thighs as a pillow and the rest of them just kind of feel asleep around me. But before they fell asleep they took out the socks so that I wouldn't choke as I slept but they did cleave gag me with the leg warmer. Again, I felt alittle awkward that they were sleeping with me. But I eventyally fell asleep.
I was tied up all night but I was alright with it. I was kind of excited about it just because I liked to be tied up!! So it didnt really bug me at all that they didnt untie me.
Saturday came and one of the boys came in the room and woke me up. It was Ben and he told me that it was 2:45pm and he started laughing because he knew that his mom would be home anytime. My heart began to beat rapidly. I was struggling and MMMPPPPHHHing loudly into my leg warmer gag. Suddenly, I heard a car door shut from outside and I began to struggle even harder. Then I heard the bedroom door open then shut. I immediately stopped stuggling and I just laid there breathing hard.
I was totally embaraced because I had a feeling that it was Mrs. Williams. I didnt know how she would react to this situation.
Mrs. Williams said,"Well, well, I have the greatest boys that any mother could ask for, they gave me a welcome home present!!" Even though I couldn't see her, I turn my head in her direction and MMMPPPHHHED?!?! into my gag (meaning What!?!?) She came over and sat next to me on the bed and she told me that she enjoyed tieing up other women and that she, infact, like to be tied up too! By hearing this, I became less embarraced, because we both had the same interest of being tied up. She asked me if i like to be tied up and if i like the situation that I was in at that moment. I shook my head yes and she said, "Oh, great!! Do you want to be untied or do you want to be tied up a little bit longer?" I felt more comfortable with her and I shook my head in a no motion meaning that I didnt want to be untied. she told me that she was going to call my mother up and ask her if I could stay for another night to babysit the kids again. My mom said sure. Mrs. Williams came back into the room and sat at the end of her bed and she put my feet in her lap and started to massage my tube socked feet. She said,"Brooke, we're going to have a fun night!!" and I just mmmpppphhhed into my leg warmer gag.
I'll save this story for another time!
|My First tie-up game with Emily . concluded|
|Sorry to leave it so long before concluding
this story, but you know how things are; I've been a little tied up lately!
Any way, when I left off I had just tied up my cousin Emily, when she alerted
me to look behind:
I was completely stunned and speachless, I had no idea of how my Aunt Kay would react:
But there she stood, commanding, in a crisp white shirt, beige riding jodhpurs, an eye-catching black patent waist-clinching belt, and black leather riding boots, into which was tucked a riding crop. To complete her equestrian attire Aunt kay wore black kid gloves, and had a black silk scarf around her neck.
The awful silence was broken when Emily blurted out "how come you found us here Mummy?".
"You don't appear to be in any sort of position to ask questions young lady" came the curt reply " I think it is me that deserves an explanation".
Between us, Emily and I explained about our game. I went to release Emily, but Aunt Kay told me to remain where I was. " Ah, a tying-up game, don't object to me joining in, do you?".
At this stage, I wasn't certain whether Aunt Kay was angry, or being sarcastic, or genuinely wanting to join in.
" Graham, come with me" she said, inviting me to follow her out of the shed, whilst ignoring Emily's protestations to be freed.
We went into a barn, where Aunt Kay got a ball of string and a knife. She enlightened me that she had drove to the stables for some riding practice when she had spotted Emily and me sneak into the unnused shed and decided to investigate.
Aunt Kay then swiftly left the barn with me following her, and returned to the shed.
" Haven't got free yet?" she teased " dear dear dear, I think that teaching you judo has been a waste of time if this is what you allow to happen to you".
Emily looked delightfully embarrased, and I laughed, but somehow I just knew that I was in for it, I just can't begin to explain the sense of teenage anticipation.
" Right Graham, remove your shoes and socks please, and stand right in front of this post" Aunt Kay ordered.
The post she refered to was a 6 inch square roof support right next to where Emily was tied up. " So nice of you both to allow me to join in your little game, as I'm sure you know by now, I'm something of an expert at rope work and tying knots, I'm an ex senior girl guide you'll be reassured to know" Aunt Kay seemed to be relishing this situation.
She knelt down, and with the string tied my big toes together, and then looped the string around the post before cutting it. I could manouvre my feet a litle but obviously could not go anywhere.
" Arms in front of the post" was Aunt Kay's next command. I complied, and felt her tying my thumbs together tightly with the string, she then secured them to an eye-bolt in the post at just about my head height.
Aunt Kay stepped back, "That's a little Japanese trick you'll be pleased to know. Thumb and toe tied, absolutely impossible to escape from. Still, you can amuse yourself trying whilst I go riding".
She then looked at Emily, who was still moaning that she should be released. Aunt Kay checked my ropework and commented "Hmmm, not a bad job for a beginer, you'll not be getting free in a hurry, however, something is missing" and with that , she removed her scarf, knotted it in the middle and gagged poor Emily " There, that'll stop your whining".
" I don't know " she continued " this still seems a bit one-sided, someone else needs a gag I think, and I know just what to use".
Aunt Kay then rolled one of my socks up into a ball and thrust it into my mouth. She secured it by wrapping the remainder of the string around my mouth and the back of my head several times. I was properly gagged.
Before she left, Aunt Kay addressed Emily and me; " Since this is a game, and you've accepted my involvement, here are the rules for whilst I'm riding; I know you will not be able to free yourselves so there is no point in me telling you not to escape, but under no circumstances are the gags to be pushed out, you will both remain gagged for the entire time I am riding. If you should be so disobidient as to push the gags out of your mouths with your tongues, I will know because you wont be able to put them back in again, and as a punishment, you will remain with a gag in for the remainder of the day" and with that she turned and left.
Emily and I tried to talk to each other in mmmmppppphhh type gag-talk, and where I was tied facing the post, the effect of feeling my 'private parts' rub against the post combined with being tied and gagged and the fantastic sight of Emily was all getting too much, I had never been so excited.
But all good things come to an end, and after what seemed like ages, Aunt Kay returned.
She untied and ungagged the pair of us, and we went back to her house in her car.
Although this particular story ends here, the consequences of that afternoon in the shed led indirectly to my next 'experience' in female domination and bondage. I will post that story asap.
Any comments/observations will be appreciated.
|5 on 1 Part 1|
|This is a story of how I attemped to play
captor, but it didn't work out. This was still during my first bondage
summer at my cousin's. Kelly and Christa were coming over for another sleep
over. Now since the begining of the summer I have always been the victim.
Don't get me wrong I liked being tied up, but I wanted to know what it
was like to have another person on the recieving end for once.
It was about 11:00 am, we all met at the local soccer feild. I was wearing my usual jean shorts, a jersy of my favorite football player at the time, Marcus Allen (these days my favorite player is Dante Hall, GO CHIEFS), and I was also wearing a pair of tennis shoes. Kelly was wearing a short sleaved shirt, a pair of jeans, and shoes. Christa, in her yellow sundress and a pair of sandles. We played catch with the football for a while before heading back to my cousin Lisa's place.
We got there and made ourselves lunch and after an hour of watching TV I suggested a tie up game. "Shouldn't we wait until your cousin gets home?" asked Christa.
I said that I wanted to tie them up, and that my cousin and her roommates would have me trussed up before I could even ask. Kelly was game and Christa reluctantly agreed. I took them to the room I was staying in and got some rope from the drawer, and started tying their wrists and ankles. I then gagged them with cloth. The ropes were very loose, but I didn't notice, because, finally I was the captor, and my captives were bound gagged and barefoot (before I tied them I had remove their shoes).
I started tickling Christa, and Christa started laughing into her gag, and I laughed with her, (or rather at her). It felt great to be the captor. And it was all going well until I started tickling Kelly. While I was tickling Christa Kelly had untied her hands. And just how crappy was my handy work, well lets just say that also while I was tickling Christa, her feet got loose.
I knelt down by Kelly's feet and scratched my fingernail down the soul, and withing seconds her feet were loose. It happened fast that I hardly knew what happened. Kelly sat up, grabbed me and pulled me down. No matter how athletic I am, I can never seem to over power Kelly. We wrestled until she had me right where she wanted me, she tied my wrists behind my back, and ankles together. I realized how bad I was at tying people up when I looked over and saw Christa untie her own wrists.
Kelly then gagged me with her own gag (gross). Needless to say, I was mad. I thrashed around and grunted "Mmf, mmf," into my gag. This was the day Christa & Kelly made an unwritten rule for bondage; the shortest and youngest always gets tied up, and I was both. Christa was older than me by five months and Kelly by a year and both were (and still are) taller than me.
They saw how angry I was so they gave me a few minutes to cool down. It didn't take me long for my anger to subside, I was always a good sport. Besides, I found that I enjoyed being the prisoner much better than I did kidnapper. Christa ungagged me and we talked it over, in the end I didn't mind at all, though I was still upset that I didn't tie them good enough. Kelly apologized by giving me a new gag, that HAD NOT been used.
Just then we heard the door open, and then footsteps on their way up the stairs. My cousin Lisa, was the first to walk in. She surveyed the situation and asked, "What's going on here?"
To Be Continued...
|You're keeping us in suspense, Sandra! :)|
|I didn't find amanda black's story overtly
sexual. Evidently neither did Canuck, since it's still there. It contained
nudity, but if someone finds that sexual I'd say that's on them.
Age21, if in fact being tied up is the only thing that turns you on, and you feel you're therefore incapable of romantic love, then yes I would suggest that you seek therapy for that part of it. But I'd say that there's another category of TUG fan, since I don't fall into any of the ones you mentioned. I'm in the category of people who are turned on by bondage and related things, and who find "vanilla" sex deadly dull, but who are perfectly capable of romantic love.
|Does anybody have any stories that have girls wearing socks or leg warmers?|
|other sites to see|
|feel free to write anything on these sites no limit on the stories you write|
|tie up sites to check out|
|3 girls tied at my house continued|
|sorry i haven't been able to continue this
story yet.so anyway,i knew it was time.i went to the door.it was alex leopold
with her miniskirt and she asked why i was asking her over.i took her downstairs
and said. well,you've tried to break me and my girl up for the last time.then
allison ran up and handgagged her.alex went "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH".
allison slapped her on the ass and grabbed some duct tape.she tape alex's
hands feet and elbows.then allison,to my surprise, took of her panties
and gagged her with them,then taped them inside alex's mouth. alex mmmmphd
even lous=der than before.then another doorbell ring.i had allison hide
alex in the laundry room. then i went to get the door.
sorry,i have to go.say hail to the king if you want the rest .or type it
|hail to the king baby|
|I've been a long time stalker of this site,
but never had the guts to post. I enjoy seeing girls tied up (and would
LIKE to tie one up.... i guess you could call me a tieup virgin)but do
not like being tied up. (group 3 on age21's chart thing) I've enjoyed the
stories here for somtime. But i would like some advice. How should i aproch
a girl who i want to tie up? I am far from timmid and am rather outgoing,
but this is such a delicate thing for me. Noone nos about my eroticy and
i want to keep it that way. I have a couple chicks who are my good freinds.
Would tieing one of them up be the way to go or should i go with any girl
who i'm lucky enough to catch alone? Again, i'm very personal about this
and somtimes even wish i just had sexual tastes like everyone elses. I
have a good life: good grades and semi-popular and i don't want to mess
it up. So how to i takle my sexual fantesy of tieing a girl up?
And the name... I'm not age21 or age56 in hidding, i jsut couldn't think of a name and the age-- seems to be the motif of recent.
|btw i like the "2 girls tied at my house story" so i guess "hail to the king".|
Friday, October 7th 2005 - 12:40:56 AM
|Yo all, let's continue the stories. Sandra, how about yours?|
|yes, sandra, by all means do continue- i have meant to comment favorably on your previous posts but have not until the present. post all the stories you have to share, please.|
|As the peasants in "The Wizard of Id" say:
"The King is a Fink!!!
|5 on 1 Part 2|
|5 on 1 Part 2
After Kelly and Christa explained to Lisa my failed attempt at tying them up, when they had finished Lisa started cracking up. She couldn't believe that I was that pathetic at tying people. Laura and Tammy got home a few minutes later, and after hearing the story, they themselves started laughing.
Laura walked up to where I was sitting, and told me that because of this, I would never be allowed to be a captor for as long as I live. I think she put I curse on me, because I never did tie anybody up again. Laura then untied me but leaving the gag in. She held tightly onto my arm while pointing toward Kelly and Christa saying, "I think these two should join us in showing our little Sandra here where her true place in society is."
Meaning, Christa and Kelly were going to be my captors again, but this time they were going to taken under my cousin and her roommates' wing. I wasn't sure if I was entirely glad with the situation. They escorted me to Lisa's room, where at the request of Kelly I was stripped to my underwear. Now before all you perverts (and you know who you are) start tuning up, nothing sexual was going on here. Need I remind you from one my previous stories that Kelly's logic was, if I some how got untied I would be too embarrassed to run outside and escape. And besides, I was 10 years of age at the time. SO STOP JERKIN' IT THIS INSTANT YOU SICK, SICK, SCUM BAGS!!!
So I was in my underwear and Laura took some rope and tossed me on Lisa's bed where I was tied eagle-spread. As I tested the ropes, I took a look at my position. Being eagle-spread; as always they took my shoes off so obviously my bare feet were easy targets for tickling. Let's see what else is exposed? Stomach, armpits, oh no. At this moment all five of them gathered around me...Oh crap.
Simultaneously, they started tickling me. Laughter erupted from me like fire from Mt. St. Helens. They tickled me for five minutes, but with that many people tickling me, it was exhausting enough to be five hours worth. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I was breathing heavily. I was untied from the bed and the gag was taken out of my mouth, a new one with a knot in the center then replaced it.
Tammy took my wrists, handcuffed them behind my back, and led me down stairs. I was laid down on the floor where Lisa took another pair of handcuffs and cuffed my ankles together. Lastly, took one more pair of cuffs, and with them attached the wrists to the ankles.
Tammy grabbed her car keys and said that they going to get fast food for dinner, "Will you kindly watch our prisoner while we're gone?" she asked Christa and Kelly. My friends nodded, and with that my cousin left with her roommates. And I was left alone, restrained and at the mercy of my Christa and Kelly.
To be Continued...
|I Like the Name "King"|
|"The Boss" Jerry Burns|
|Who else has clean stories to post? J. Constantine,
you got more of yours? Anyone else as well?
I normally like Sandra's stories, but the "underwear" thing here, I admit, is bothing me a bit. But we'll see what Canuck thinks, so let's not argue on that.
|any more sock stories?|
|I personally don't think of to being in
your underwear a sexual thing, but I'm aware that some people do.
If the moderator does find what I'm writing about to be sexual then yes he should delete it, because it's his site and his rules.
I sincerely apologize to anyone who feels uncomfortable with what I've recently posted. That's all I'm going to say on this matter.
|Hey, this is a little wierd...|
|How come I only see pop-ups here now? Why are they suddenly appearing?|
|great stories gram and Sandra Davis please post more|
|Wintering with my Niece|
|a few days ago i was winterizing my house
for the up coming winter season and my little Niece Emily Ann Johnson
wanted to help I said sure come over and we will have fun
After school she came over and i told her to hold the duct tape and i will start to take the pastic wrap and i wraped her and tied her with duct tape instead of the windows. I let her stay wraped and taped for a while till i felt i would untie her and unwrap her after i watched her squrim for awhile and with her mouth gagged by the duct tape she look like a little wraped mummmy
i love to wrap and duct tape her up
|More detail, Mr. Frostbite? However, if
you got into tie-up games and scenarios, like play-acting a kidnapping
for instance, I'm very interested. What other stories have you got?
Btw, how old is your niece?
|reply to btw|
|I know about plots about making the story more interesting but i am in hurry to go to work i will write more soon my niece is 14|
|a torture worse than tickling|
|this happened to me over the summer. ME(
who is 14) and my cousins(ill call the oldest one drake and the youngest
one james) had just gotten to my house from the movie theater(we saw sin
city if anyone cares) about 5 minutes after we got home my little brother(ill
call him jon) had came home with a 12 pack of sodas and had suggested that
me and him have a drinking contest, whoever drinks 6 cans of soda first
was the winner. It seemed like a stupid idea but i agreed to just because
i like beeting him at stuff. I drank all 6 cans before he finished his
3rd. about 5 minutes after i beet him i got up and started walking toward
the bathroom. james asked me where i was going and right after i told him,
both of my cousins and my brother tacked me to the ground. drake held my
hands behind my back while jon wraped duct tape around my wrists, then
around my ankles. james then took one of my socks of and stuffed in my
mouth, while drack put a long piece of duct tape around my mouth. after
they were done tying me up, they decided to leave me there and go to the
park. so they just left me there. i never had to pee so badly in my life.
i thought about going in my pants, but i didnt want to be laying on the
ground covered in piss. i was laying on the ground for about a 10 minutes,
then i got an idea. i pulled my cell phone and did the best i could to
text message my friend(who ill call sam) to come over and untie me. sam
got to my house about 15 minutes after i called him and untied my hands,
then my feet. right after he untied me i went strieght to the restroom,
i didnt even take off my gag till i was done "taking care of buisness".
after that me and sam grabed the duct tape, and some socks(for gagging)
and put them in a bag. we then got onto our bikes and started ridding toward
ill tell you what i did to my brother and my cousins later.
|note for evil monkey|
|A good story. Did you get revenge?|
|Here is a pic of me!|
|My most terrifying night!|
|Hey its me again. Thought I'd tell another
story. This story also takes place during my sophomore year in high school.
It was a Friday, and I was hanging out with some of my girlfriends at school,
just talking about what we were going to be doing this weekend. All of
them were going to go tp some of the guys and they asked me if I was going
to come. I said that I couldn't because the previous weekend I got in trouble
for coming home at 4 in the morning and not calling my parents. So they
grounded me for the next weekend. So I was stuck at home. The girls were
bugging me to come but I just couldn't. They were kind of upset with me,
but what could I do? One of my friends, Laura, said that I'll regret it
for not coming with them that night. I didn't really think anything of
it and just figured that she was just messing around.
I came came home from basketball practice and I took a nice hot shower. My parents were going out for the night. They must have left while I was in the shower because when I got out of the shower they were gone. My parents left a note that told me not to go anywhere. I wasn't planning on it either. That's the last thing that I was going to do was get my parents more mad at me. They left at about 8 pm.
When I got out of the shower I changed into my normal night time wear. I dressed warmer tonight though because it was cold in my house! I was wearing a thick wool sweater, some of my short boy shorts, and a couple pairs of my tube socks. After I was done changing I went downstairs and started to watch tv. I was flipping through the channels and I came across Charlies Angels, so I started to watch it. After about an hour it came to a part where Drew Barrymore is tied up to a chair and tape gagged. I said to myself, "Atleast she's having some fun." I was so bored that I fell asleep right there on the couch after the movie was over in my basement, which was where my friends and I hang out.
At around 12 am I heard some noises upstairs but I figured that it was my parents so I just laid there on the couch and tried to keep on sleeping. But, something didnt seem right because I was hearing voices of more than 2 people. So I quietly mad my way up the stairs and I opened the basement door to the kitchen. It was completely dark in the house. I knew that the light switch was on the other side of the kitchen so I quietly tip toed over to the light switch. As I was about to hit the light switch I was grabbed my 2 people. I could barely see them. One of them put their hand over my mouth and I was yelling into their hand. They carried me into the living room where 4 more people jumped on me and took me to the floor. I was on my stomach and all of them were on me. I was putting up a good fight with them and struggling really hard to get away. I was away from them but 3 of them grabbed my legs and immediately pulled me back to them and that when they had me subdued. I had used all of my energy to try to get away but I was just outmatched 6-1. totally not fair.
I was on my stomach again, they had me pinned. I was screaming my head of until one of them clamped their hand over my mouth to silence me a bit. All of a sudden I felt rope being tied around my tubesocked ankles, then above and below my knees and thuroughly around my thighs. my legs were completely immobilized. I wanted to kick them but I just couldnt move my legs at all! They grabbed my wrist and I resisted but after about 5 minutes they had my wrists behind my back and rope was tied really tight around them at the wrists, and elbows. That hurt the most, having my elbows tied together. I could've gone with out that. After they had my hand tied behind my back they then tied my arms to my sides above and below my breasts.
To that point I still didnt know who was doing this to me. But my eyes were getting more used to the darkness and I could finally see what figures were tieing me up. All six of them were dressed in dark clothing and had ski masks on. I was begining to become really afraid now because I seriously thought I was being kidnapped by a bunch of guys who I didn't even know and not know what they were going to do to me.
I still had that hand clamped over my mouth. I saw one of them leave the room and head up the stairs. I figured that they were checking for anyone else. The person came back down with their hands behing their back. I was wondering what the person had and they revealed 2 pairs of my tube socks to me. My eyes opened really wide at that moment. The person flipped me over on my back so that they could shove the socks into my mouth easier. They rolled 2 tubesocks up together and they forced my mouth open and shoved the socks in and immediately used another tubesock to tie around my mouth so that I couldnt spit them out. They then tied the last tube sock around my head as a blindfold. Now I was completely helpless and at their mercy. I was tied up head to ankles, in my thick wool sweater, boy shorts, and my 2pairs of tube socks, while being gagge and blindfolded with my own tube socks!
I felt them pick me up and carry me out of the house. I was definitely terrified now. I heard the a trunk pop open and I was immediately put into the trunk and it was shut on me. we had to have drivin for what seemed like 25-30 min. when the car stopped. The trunk was popped and I was hauled out of the cartrunk and carried into what I think was a house, considering I cant see a thing.
I was thrown onto a bed where I was laid straight out and handcuffs were attached to the rope that was tieing my ankles together, and the other end of the cuffs were probably cuffed to the end of the bed, because I was unable to lift my bound legs up to squirm and struggle. Thats when they started to tease me. I began screaming into my sock gag but all that was coming out was a quiet moan of mmmmpppphhhhh!!!!!
I didnt know what they were going to do to me so I was just petrified. They began to ease my boy shorts down inch by inch. Luckily they didnt go down to far because of the rope that tied my thighs together prevented them from going any lower. They were tickling the Inside of my thighs and all of that stuff. Another person was down at my tubesocked feet tickling them and massaging them at the same time. It made me scream deeply into my sock gag, again all that came out was a quiet mmmmpppppphhhhhhh!!
The torture went on for a few hour and I was hating every second of it. Finally one of my kidnappers said, "Hey Jordan, do you think she regrets for not coming with us?!" and they all just laughed. I immediately knew who they were but I was still terrified because what Laura said earlier about be regretting not goin with them was really happening! They told me that they were going to keep me tied up all night and keep on tormenting me. After they had told me all of this I wasnt that afraid anymore and it was all really a matter of me just going along with their torture of me. They told me that they had called my parents earlier and told them what they were planning on doing to me. My parents agreed to what they wanted to do to me! So my parents were behind it too. They also asked if I could stay the night and they persuaded my parents to let me stay. The only thing is that they didnt tell my parents that I'd be spending the whole night tied up sock gagged and blindfold by 6 of my girlfriends!
So, there I lay all night tied up, sock gagged, and blindfolded in my tube socks, boy shorts, and wool sweater, completely at their mercy!
|uh....do you have to have some kind of permission to see that pic? i clicked the link and it said i wasn't authorized..... just wonderin'|
|The other day i was sitting around watching
TV when i heard a cal from my mum that a friend that i knew since childhood
was coming over.
I hadnt seen her for about 3 years now and we always used to play tie up games, and i was in the mood for another one.
her name is keziah she is a year older than me (im 15) and fit as hell, cute face and gr8 body.
anyway she came over a about 7 and was stayin the night, plenty of time.
so ne way, when she came over and i saw her i made it my mission to get her tied up b4 she left.
So l8r that nite i recommended that we go and play a game on my ps2, she agreed (good start), we were playin a kareoke game (not my style but she wudda sed no otherwise) and i got her into a conversation about what we did as kids and the tie up games, she went with this btw, and fuled on adrenaline and memories i sed that was fun, i miss those days, we should do it again, sounds dorky and i knew that but it worked and she sed ok dat would be fun. angels sang allaeluya (i cant spell btw).
So i sed sod da game, i bagsy going first, she sed ok agen
So she put her hands behind her back and sed do ur worst, i tied really tight, with clothes, both hers and mine, in the end we were both down to underwear. but we didnt care it was all in the name of fun, ne way i tied her at ankles knees, thies, hips 2 hands, hands elbows, shoulders, gag and blinfold, b4 i put the gag on she sed, uv gotten betta. lickily i then found sum duct tape and went over the bonds again, with a bit more.
So she was tied up bt then i ungagged her and sed wot now, she sed use ur imagination. of course the imagination of a 15 yr old boy is not fit 4 this site, so i sed how bout a bit o tiklin. i regagged her with tape and tickled her 4 ages by the time i untied her i she 4gt bout me and we carried on with our game.
all in all it was a gr8 nite, i tied up a beautiful girl and didnt get tied myself.
but then i realized.... she was nearly naked!!!!!!!!!
|kool pic and nice story, keep um comin|
|btw way is it possible to post movies on here cuz if so i may jes post 1 of my tie up games, lets take it up a notch!!! lol|
|clean bondage dude|
|sz bout da underwear fing but it woz all in da name of fun, and dats wot happened bt sz if u took offense|
|Sunday, October 9th 2005 - 12:57:01 AM
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|hi all what can i say about brooke, your
a real honey i liked your photo but the next photo you show us could you
be tied up in it.
i know the rest of us would like to see this stunning girl all tied up on a photo.
hey brooke come to my yahoo site and join you will be very welcome especially if you put tied up photos in.
please make all our dreams come true.
a tied of handcuffed photo brooke please please please.
your well worth asking for.
best wishes to you all
|Tied and True Tales updated|
|We're reaching the pointy end of the year
and my stress levels are rising fast while I continue working on Melai's
visa! In between everything, Priscilla and I actually found the time for
another update… (working on Tied and True Tales helps keep me sane!) and
it's another biggie with Part 3 of our "Rubber Bondage" gallery along with
'A Suitable Girl' (written in a "mirror" format for both bondage and rainwear
fans!) from my pen along with the arrival of Brian Sands as well in-depth
reviews of Lorelei's 'Bedroom Bondage' site and Sax leather from Down Under!
As usual, click on the link to find out what's new at http://www.tied-and-true-tales.com
|Captured for a game|
|This is a short one, but a quick one. In
the hopes of spurring on other writers, I'll tell you a little story of
About ten years back, when I was 18, my younger sister Amanda, who was 8 at the time, had some of her friends over, Lisa (who was 10), her brother (8 I think), and a friend of his. My parents were out and had left me in charge of the kids.
They weren't bad, they didn't act up or anything and really just kept to themselves, playing this or that or just pretending. Well, this day they were playing some sort of Power Rangers type game in my sister's bedroom, and I was in the living room watching TV.
One of the kids left the room to go to the bathroom or something, and I asked him what they were up to (not like I cared that much, but I was just being nice, asking the usual friendly questions that older people ask kids). He said they were playing something Rangers (not Power Rangers, but something they made up), and I asked him if anyone was the bad guy. He said no, since they didn't have one. I asked if I could be the bad guy.
He said he'd ask everyone else if I could join in, and when he went in the bedroom, I heard him asking if Amanda's brother could be the bad guy. They argued about it for a while, then one of the kids opened the door and told me they said I could join.
So I walked in, and gave some stupid maniacal laugh, and said I was going to take Lisa hostage (which was the plan I was forming at the time once I decided to get involved). The kids said stuff like "no you won't" while some got confused about what I mean. I said to just pretend that I was the villain, and that I had captured Lisa and taken her hostage, and then later I'd come into their room as the "messenger" and tell them that I'd taken her captive, and that's when they'd come in and rescue her. (note that I invented the whole "wait for the messenger" idea so that I could have time with Lisa uninterrupted) Some of the younger kids needed it explained for them a bit better, so I explained it, and once we all agreed to my plan, I took Lisa's arm and gently pulled her out of the room and shut the door.
This was my chance, a chance I'd probably never get again. I took Lisa upstairs to my bedroom and told her to sit on my bed and close her eyes, and wait a bit. She did just that.
Lisa was a cute kid. She had short brown hair, and was dressed as I recall in a green shirt, blue pants, and socks without shoes (no-one wore shoes in the house).
I tried to think up a plan, since I was making this up as I went along, and I didn't want the kids to get restless and "rescue" Lisa before I had even done anything. So as she sat there with her eyes closed, I left the room and retrieved a couple of relatively small sheets. I went back to Lisa, and tied a sheet around her eyes, and behind her head. She asked me what I was doing, and I told her that I was blindfolding her, since she was my prisoner now and she shouldn't be able to see anything.
That explanation seemed to satisfy her, and she played along. I then took both of her hands, and put them behind her back. "You're tying me up?" she asked. "Yup," I said, "but just play along. I won't make it tight or anything." She did, and I used another cloth to tie her hands, wrapping it around her wrists, then wrapping it around again, basically trying to tighten it as much as possible so it would be effective before I tied a knot in it.
I then picked her up and put her on the bed so she'd be laying down, on her chest. I took another cloth and wrapped it around her legs, just above the ankles, and again, wrapped it around several times before tying it off. I then made her sit up again, and took another piece of cloth and tied it around, not in, her mouth, to resemble a gag seen in cartoons. She mumbled "I can talk through this real easy," and I told her to just pretend it worked. Pretending was the order of the day here.
I then tried to think about what else I should do, if anything. I debated pulling off her socks so I could see her feet, and come up with an excuse to do so, like tying her big toes together, but I couldn't see any way to do that which would fit in the story we were enacting. I didn't want to seem like I was doing stuff just for no reason. Then I thought maybe I could do some "foot torture" as an excuse to pull her socks off. Suddenly I had an idea.
I told Lisa to sit on the edge of the bed like that, and just stay put, but to go "mmmph" as if the gag actually worked. I told her that her friends would spot her that way.
She did just that, and I went downstairs. I entered Amanda's bedroom and announced that I was the villain's messenger, and that I had a message from him. That if they wanted to see Lisa alive, they'd have to come and get her themselves, and I told them to wait 20 seconds before they did. I then ran back upstairs and re-entered my bedroom.
I sat next to Lisa and told her that her friends would come looking for her, and to "mmmph" to try to get their attention. True enough, she did. I then pulled on her socks to loosen them, particularly the tops, but did not take them off.
I could hear footsteps walking around upstairs, and one of the boys said "I can hear her! She's in [my name]'s room!" I pushed Lisa back a bit and raised her legs at the edge of the bed, and put one arm underneath her legs. One of the kids then entered the room.
"Oh my gosh! He has her tied up! And gagged! And blindfolded!" he said.
"Don't make another move, or else the girl gets it!" I growled in my best villain voice. "I got just the torture for her," as I whipped off both her socks. I then put one hand right in front of her feet and tickled. Lisa laughed behind her non-working gag, and one of the boys said "we need to stop him!"
I decided I didn't want this game to end so quickly, so I sat behind Lisa and pointed one of my hands to her head in the shape of a gun. "One more move, and she gets it," I said.
"Don't kill her," Amanda said. "We'll do anything!" The boys echoed her sentiment.
I didn't have enough sheets to tie them all up, and I didn't want my parents coming home while I had four tied up kids, so I told the kids to exit the room or else I'd hurt Lisa. It took some coaxing, but they eventually agreed (they were annoyed at first that they'd come into my lair for nothing).
I still had some sheets left, so I basically tied Lisa's knees and torso in the same way, and then I put her in my bedroom closet. I then left my room, and saw the kids waiting outside.
"What did you do with our friend?" one of the boys asked. I told him that he'll never find out, and then I watched as the kids all entered my bedroom and quickly discovered Lisa in the closet. They started untying her, and I watched as one of the boys fetched her socks, which she put on once she was free. I left. My work was done, and I couldn't think of any way to stretch it out further. I certainly didn't want the kids telling their parents (or Amanda telling mine) about the tie-up game, so the less involved it was, the better.
And that's it. No more tie-up games since, but it was a nice one while it lasted. It's the only true story I have, but I've told it.
That wasn't so bad. Now if only other writers will tell stories as well. Let's take this board back to storytelling again.
|Enough with the videos|
|Alright, I've been coming to this site to
read stories for quite a long time. I don't recall ever posting here, because
I've only had a couple of experiences, and I didn't feel that I needed
to share them. I also stayed through the long arguements between members,
but never felt the need to add to the spamming. However, unless I'm brain
dead, I seem to remember *several* videos posted by "Cristine Rix". It's
clear that "she" was not testing to see if videos could be put up, as it
was done several times before. Before, you might have had the excuse (a
lame excuse, but one nonetheless) that Canuck hadn't told you to stop.
But you know what? When he came back, he not only deleted them, but he
*did* say to stop, and now you are in direct violation of his wishes.
Canuck, I would implore you to simply get rid of the troublemakers. I don't know what your reasons are for not doing so in the past, and I won't question them, but Jerry Burns and his "supporters"/alter-egos are being highly disruptive to the forum, and clearly your previous slaps on the wrist were not effective.
|Long time reader|
|Long Time Reader, since you had "only a
few" experiences, it would still be cool if you posted them. Even simple
stories can be good ones. I'd love to hear what your experiences were like.
Besides, stories are signal, everything else (except discussion of them and tie-up games in general, unless it goes on for too long) is noise. Let's raise the signal-to-noise ratio in here.
|Defending My Morales|
|Although I don't normally go to things like
this, I got a cordial invite from my neighbor. When my Mom found out that
Ben (13) down the street invited me (16) to some over night party, she
guilted me into going.
When I got to his house at about 7 pm, we
ate and played some football game until about 9 o'clock. Thats where this
Ben and I stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for the rest of his party to join us. Ben was wearing a short-sleeved cotton shirt and blue shorts with long white socks that had rolled down to his ankles, on his feet. "Last one upstairs has to sleep in the closet!" Yelled Ben as a stampeed of kids ran up the stairs, all dressed in t-shirts and shorts. When I got to the room, they were all sitting around chatting excitedly. I sat down in a bean bag and watched the TV.
Over the chatter, I heard Ben's voice. He was talking to a couple of the other more dominant kids and they were looking at someones cell phone. I took it upon myself to spy on them, for the malicious looks on their little faces didn't seem right.
I moved closer so as to hear his conversation.
"... that'll make her pay. If she believes
I'm Jordan and comes out to meet us..." whispred Ben.
Kristina Lexin (13) was another neighbor of mine... a sweet little girl although a little plump and a know-it-all. I had to stop them.
"Whoa Ben... don't mess with her. What did
she do to you?"
"Ben let me go!" I said forcefully.
The whole party, minus me, went to the computer
on AIM and talked with Kristina. So I did all I could, preach to them and
try to make them feel guilty.
After a while, they carried their plan out, at least all of them save Ben, who offered to watch me. They went and poured on poor Kristina but missed. Needless to say they got in trouble. Ben hasn't thrown a party since.
|making the movie|
|hi, i'm milly, female, age 24. one of my
friends told me about this site and
it's very interesting. story I want to talk about happend hust two days ago.
my and my friend monica aalways loved to make our own movies with our friend
since we where kids. so one day Monica, my boyfriend Ben and I was watching some
Spanish film called "Tie me" with Antonio Banderas. In that film Banderas
was tying some girl during whole film. After it finished, Monica said
"Let's make the movie with tying & stuff"
I felt little wierd and I was hestiating, but when Ben said "why not"
i tought - why not it could be fun.
"So what would be a script?" I asked
"hmmm I don't know, but I'm sick of films where guy's are tying girls up"
After she said that she looked at Ben.
"Are you proposing to tie me up" he said
"yes, i don't see any reason why not to"
"What a hack" Ben said jokingly
"So what should we do"
"lets first go to store and by ropes and stuff" Monica said
so we went to store, and start searching for something with wich we could tie Ben up
"let's byu duct-tape" monica said " it looks kinda sexy"
so we bought 2 rolls of duct tape one silver and one white
sorry but i had to go, if someone want to hear the rest-let me know i'll finish it
|Hi, I'm Hillary and i'm 15 years old. I
am 5'6, white skin, skinny and I have brown hair with blonde highlights.
The following is a story that happened to me a week ago.
Me and my family, (Mom, Dad, Brother and
Cousin) went to Atlantic City for the weekend. I was wearing a pink tank
My parents then left me and my brother Jay and Cousin Mike alone in the room to go gamble. I din't think nothing of it.
So then I notice my brother and cousin bring there backpacks into the bathroom, I then walk up to the closed door and when I did, the door slammed open and I fell backwards.
Then I saw my brother grab my barefeet and
drag me in the bathroom. I went to scream but Mike jammed a towel in my
I tried to scream through the gag but all that came out was "MMPPHHH". With that, Jay began to tie my ankles with cords and Mike bound my wrists behind my back.
They than sat me on the edge of the bathtub
and took the towel out of my mouth. But before I could scream a sock
After that they placed a blindfold on me
by using a black bandana. They then left me in the bath tub for 3 hours.
Then Mike picked me up and sat me on the
edge again. I continued to MPH. Then he paced my barefeet in a container
Finally after 3 more hours, my parents came up and freed me. Yet, they laughed at it.
Well, theres my story, hope you enjoyed it.
|Hi there. I promised my next story before
the end of this weekend and so here it is.
If you want to know what happened in my previous stories look in the archives (Feb 05 and July 05)
That ended with me having to promise my sisters friend Sophie that she could tie me up anytime she wanted to.
Well it was about 3 weeks after my last story and I hadn’t heard anything from Sophie.
I even asked my sister Tara if Sophie had said anything to her but Tara said that Sophie had not said when she was planning to get me.
Well one Friday after school I was walking home and I walked past Sophie’s house.
Sophie was in her garden and she said hi to me and asked if I wanted to get a drink. I was quite thirsty as it was a warm afternoon. Sophie led me into her house and into her kitchen.
She got me a drink and I sat down on a kitchen chair. Sophie then said she just had to go upstairs to get something and she would be down in a minute.
A couple of minutes later I heard a crash from upstairs. I got up and went to the bottom of the stairs.
I shouted up to Sophie to see if she was alright. She shouted back that she had hurt her ankle and she needed me to come up the stairs to help her.
I ran upstairs and I heard Sophie shout from a room on my right. I went in and I was immediately pushed to the ground. I tried to get up but Sophie had sat on my back and I couldn’t get her off my back.
She said not to struggle and just accept what was happening as I had agreed last time.
She grabbed my wrists and started tying them tight behind my back with some rope. She then got off my back. I tried getting my hands free but Sophie had expertly tied them well.
She then went down to my feet and started tying my ankles tightly with rope as well. She then got another rope and used it to hogtie me with. I asked what she had planned to do
to me but she just said that it will be torture.
I then saw her go into a drawer and pull out some panties. She then comes over to me and says that I talk too much and she shoves the panties in my mouth. She then gets some duct tape and wraps it over my mouth and around my head about 5 times.
“There, that should keep you quiet” she said.
She then said she had to go downstairs and she would be back up in about 10 minutes. Before she left though she took my socks off and threw them onto her bed.
She left the room and I then decided to try
and get free.
……to be continued
|Great story hillary.|
I posted a story a few weeks ago of how my friends Jen and michelle tied me up. A couple of days ago me and Jen were walking home and talking and she asked if I wanted to come over a while it was a rather warm day so i said why not. We went to her room and we began watching TV she mentioned last week of how she and Michelle tied me up. She said she had some new ideas to tie me up I was up for it she then got the straightjacket and strapped me in. Pete buddy comfortable i was like i am okay she then said that she bought espicially for me she shove a red ball in my mouth and told me that it was called a ball gag she told me to bite down as I did she tighten behind my head. Good boy Pete she sat me on her bed and debated what to do with me as we sat their Michele and my friend Rob stopped by. They asked what we were doing Rob just laughed Michele was like havin fun Pete. They then decided to go to the basement and watch a movie Michelle said what about Pete Jen wanted to see if she could keep in all afernoon and part of the night Jen said
Mor next time Part 2
|Great story Hillary! Was this something your brothers did to you a lot, or was it an isolated incident. Also, have you ever had your bare feet tickled while you were tied up? I bet that'd be a great torture method too!|
|i am not 12 pitty and you should be a bit nicer or i'll tie you up.|
|hail to the king baby|
|i am not 12 pitty and you should be a bit
nicer or i'll tie you up.you got it?
hail to the king
|hail to the king baby|
|the full continued story of 3 girls tied at my house|
|so i was once hail to the king,but you act
nasty to me....except the one guy so i changed it.THE FULL STORY PITTY.and
by the way,i appreciate your opinion and i will for now on,when i send
a story,i will send all of it.but don't give me a good reason to have a
grudge against you .now siddown and shuttup.now as i recall,these girls
bugged me ,yadda yadda,me allison tied the first one and then the other
one showed up.I however,was getting tired of allisons dumb attitude that
she would be the girl on top of it all.but instead,i decided to take control
of the situation.me and allison pulled leighann inside and closed the door.
we dragged leighann downstairs and started wrapping her with tape.we put
tape around her mouth,wrists and ankles. then we dragged alex from the
laundry room and put them on the couch.then allison started saying"well,now
that that's done,how about we go get a pi-mmmmmmmmmpppphh"
i handgagged her and wrapped tape around her wrists and her ankles,tying her in a hogtie.then i put tape over her mouth.ten minutes later,i released them.you'd better be happy now pity.
if anyone liked or disliked my story, then tell me.however,i do not want any rude comments from pitty.
|keanu reaves sucks.|
|Hey, just wanted to say sorry for not continuing
my stories with Mike but i have been busy and by next Friday i swear the
next story where Seth and I get revenge on Mike will be up and posted.
|hey i have been looking for a place where i can find stories of girls tying guyes and puting makeup on them. if you know of one please post.|
|Doesn't it annoy you when you read a story on here you like, but is never finished. I found like 10 of those in the Acrchivies.|
|Summer of fun|
|Well, in all my time reading here, I've
not posted a story, but since I have a request I will put one up (names
have been changed). Hope you guys like it.
Back when I was around 12, my parents divorced, and my dad and one of his good friends moved into a house together as roommates. Every other weekend, my brother and I would visit my dad, and in the summer I turned 13, we stayed with him for 2 weeks in July, and 2 weeks in August. Now, my dad's roommate had 2 daughters Amy (14) and Heather (12) who visited at the same time as we did. There were a few other kids in the neighborhood, but most of them were on vacation, and the ones who weren't I didn't know very well. So, being that summer had just started, I was feeling too lazy to do much, and for the first few days I slept a lot and watched tv. However, I soon began to get restless, and began to play with the girls more. My brother was 3 years younger than me, and he knew more kids in the neighborhood than I did. So he was always out with them, which left me alone with Amy and Heather.
One of the days of my vacation, I woke up to find my brother already gone, Heather still asleep, and Amy in the dining eating breakfast. Now, Amy was a year older than me, and I personally thought she was pretty attractive. She was about 5'5'', had brown eyes, brown hair, and a nice tan. She wore glasses, which I thought looked nice on her, and her chest was pretty well developed for a 14 year old. As I entered the dining room, I opened my mouth to say good morning, but all that came out was a long yawn, so I sufficed with a simple wave. "Morning, slacker." She said laughing. "It's about time you got up."
"Yeah yeah." I responded, walking to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of juice. "Just cause you wake up at 8 in the summer doesn't mean the rest of us have to." Re-entering the room with my juice in hand, I pulled up a chair and sat down just as Heather entered the room. Heather was about as tall as her sister, with brown eyes as well, though her hair was black and not quite as long. Though younger and less developed than her sister, she was still pretty cute. "Good morning you two." She said, pulling up a chair next to her sister. "Nice day outside." Grabbing Amy's cup of what appeared to be milk, she took a large sip as Amy glared at her out of the corner of her eye. "Gee, thanks for asking." Amy said sarcastically though Heather just ignored her.
"So Dave, do you wanna play that game we made up last night?" Heather said, addressing me and looking excited. "What game is this?" Amy asked, looking between the two of us for answers. The game we had made up was called Super Spy. Heather and I had been watching a James Bond movie (though I can't remember which one, there's been so many), and afterwards, she had wanted to make up a spy game to play. It was a 3 person game, and the 3 roles were the spy, the guard, and the prisoner. The spy's job was to recover a hidden item (to be chosen by the guard), find the prisoner, and escape with the two of them back to his starting point. It was the guard's job to choose a holding spot for the prisoner, and to patrol around to give the spy a challenge. Of course the prisoner's job was self explanatory.
After explaining the game to Amy, she seemed intruiged. "Well, how about the 3 of us play a game?" She asked. Heather nodded excitedly, and I agreed as well. Heather excused herself and ran upstairs, coming back down a few minutes later with a baseball cap. "Ok, I put 3 pieces of paper inside, each has a role written on it. We'll draw from the hat." Shaking up the hat, she held it out to Amy, who reached in and drew a folded slip of paper. "Your turn Dave." She said, and I took my slip as well. Heather picked up the last piece, and at the same time we unfolded them. "Looks like I'm the spy." I said, showing them the writing. "And I'm the guard." Heather said.
"Well guys, looks like I'm the prisoner."
Amy said, holding up the paper before sticking it back into the hat. "Alright!"
Heather said. "Let's get this game started! Since I'm the guard, I get
to choose the item, and I'll just use this hat." She said. "Now Dave, go
to the garage, I'll come get you when I've hidden the hat and Amy's in
her cell." I nodded and stood up from my seat to head to the garage to
wait. After about 10 minutes, Heather poked her head out the door. "Alright,
count to 20, and then the game will start!" She said. I turned my back
to the door and counted as I was told. As I hit 20, I slowly opened the
door and snuck back inside. Time for the fun to begin!
Well, it's late where I am, so I've got to head to bed now, but I'll check back in the morning, and if you guys want to hear more, I will continue then.
|Long time reader|
|Nice story Hillary|
|I would like to read more of you tie up
stories if you have any more send them over. If you have pics i would like
to see them too
|tie up story hey well one day wen i was drunk to my house you have to go through a woods it was me, the guy i was seeing at the time and my mates anyway i was so drunk that they thought it would be funny to tie me to a tree and leave me running off laughing lol so when i woke up i was tied to a tree and the worst of all was that they nicked my clothes so i was left with nothing i had to walk home with some card i found on the ground hahaa they never let me live it down till this day even!!!|
|So one day it was my friend, “Michael’s”
(an alias’), birthday. And I wanted to do something before/after his birthday.
But I didn’t know if I should be tied, or he should be tied. After asking
a friend, I decided to follow his advice and be tied. Oh boy, right?
Anyway, I had to get myself tied, but let him know that I was his to tie up for the day. I picked a day when I knew everyone in his or my family would be gone for a while. So I snuck into his house, and then into his room, with my supplies. I wrote a note and put it outside the large TV box that I would be in. So I tied my feet with duct tape (I had long jeans on), and then wrote “Happy B-day” on a single strip of duct tape. I gagged myself with that strip, and I also blindfolded myself with a bandana. I got into the box and crouched down as I shut the top of the box. I then used a pair of souvenir handcuffs (they were metal and from Alcatraz) and handcuffed my hands behind my back. The key was in the note that was taped to the top of the box. I could’ve gotten out of the gag, and stand up, but there was hardly a way for me to get the key. So now there was no going back now. I was in for the day.
It got hot in there, which made it seem longer than it really was. I waited inside the box for a while, and then finally I heard noise. My heart jumped at the noise. I heard him mutter something, so then I thought that he wasn’t alone!!! What would another person think?!?! I briefly started to try to get my arms to go under my legs, bringing my hands in front of me, but it was no use. So I stopped, praying that he was alone. He then came into his room.
“What the…?” was his reaction. I could hear his footsteps as he came closer to me in the box. He ripped off the note and read it.
“Oh my go(sh),” he said as he opened the box. I couldn’t see his face, but he laughed for a second. He kept on saying “Oh my go(sh)” over and over again as he laughed. I was kinda laughing under my gag too but it was not understandable. He then said some things like: “Ah man, this is going to be great. Thank you so much (my name)! This is going to rock.” A brief pause followed. “OK….ok.” He examined what I brought him. I had some white rope, (some 40+ feet) and 2 giant rolls of duct tape. So then, I gave up trying to understand what was happening and just did what he told me to. So I stood up, and he picked me up out of the box. So I was just standing there. He got the thing out of the box and then started with the duct tape. He taped my upper arms/biceps to my sides, so I could move them horizontally. He then used duct tape to go over my shoulders and under my thighs so I couldn’t move them vertically either as it would just pull my crotch up like a harness. He thanked me for the gag, but said that it could be better, so he reinforced my gag with several strips of duct tape. All this happened while I was standing. He then wrapped a few rounds around my knees, to reinforce what I did to myself. Then he laid me down on the ground.
He said something among the lines of “Hey, I’m going to get a few things, for the next tie up. Obviously, you are going to stay here. (laugh)” But before he left he said “Oh yeah, and I was wondering if you included my favorite present.” He came over and lifted up part of my shirt to see the trim of my boxers. He sounded disappointed, but there was no way I was going to let that perv tie me up in my football brief/jockstrap (it had a back, but it was used for sports). I was his friend, but not THAT good of a friend. I hated those things, and he knew it. So no way was I going to “include” it. He sounded upset, and said “Well, I’m going to get those things I said. Don’t go anywhere,” with his unappreciated and lame sarcasm. He hit me hard on my chest as he said it, and then left.
I knew there was no use in struggling, but for the fun of it I did. Then an idea came to me, maybe if I got out, Michael would honor that and let me not be tied up. So I tried to get out, but not frantically or anything. It was getting hot inside, and being tied up didn’t make anything cooler. I probably could have gotten my gag off as the human jaw is very strong, but the gag was my favorite part with it saying “Happy B-day”.
After a while Michael came back. He saw that I was a little warm and told me that he was going to turn the AC down to very cold. At that time, I had to go to the bathroom. After trying to Mppph the message to Michael, he didn’t understand. So I eventually got my gag off and said “Bathroom! I need to go to the Bathroom!” Michael was like “Woah! Ok, ok. We can handle this. Ok, I’m going to pick you up. Oh, and if I want you to talk, I won’t gag you.” With this, he put my gag back on. He carried me to the bathroom, where he cut ALL of my bonds off, except my ankles and my handcuffs, and of course the gag. He took me over to the toilet and then left. I used my hands in the back to do all of my business. I won’t go into gross details. Sufficient to say, we got through it. And boy was I relieved. I mphed for him to come in. Michael came in and said “Boy that stinks” He was laughing, and I was kind of laughing under my gag. But he took that to a wrong extreme. He took me over to a rack and tied me to the rack in the bathroom closet with the white rope. He wanted me to be there until I “smelt that which I had most foully dealt,” with the same unappreciated and lame sarcasm. He said “I gotta go get a few more things. I should be back somewhat soon.” And with that he left.
The smell wasn’t that bad….ok so it WAS that bad. But what was worse was that there was no AC in the bathroom! I was so hot, let alone in the closet. I couldn’t even sit down either. That totally sucked.
When Michael finally returned some 10+ minutes later, he said something like “I think you learned your lesson, but I think you’re getting too hot.” He then untied me and put me in the shower/bathtub. I started to struggle madly, but I was still handcuffed. So then he turned on the water to its COLDEST. And let me remind you, I was still wearing ALL of my clothes (except shoes and socks). He showered me in freezing water fully clothed. I just accepted it, but after the water stopped, I was still a little hot. He untied my legs, and told me I could take a shower, as long as the handcuffs stayed on. So I took off my soaking wet clothes and Michael left. I couldn’t handle the cold water, so I put it on hot water. Michael came in and said “Tell me when you’re out!” I told him ok.
After I went to the bathroom again, (you know to make sure in case I was tied for a while), I got out and stood at the closed door and yelled “I’m out, but I need some clothes. There are not even any towels in here.” He said back “I know, I’ve got it taken care of. Here’s your clothes, it should keep you cool,” And he opened the door slightly and threw in a football brief/jockstrap. He had to be kidding. That was so retarded. He took my (wet) clothes and took all the towels when he came in. I yelled at him to get me some clothes from his closet, but he told me it was that or go nude (no way!). When I asked him for his clothes, he said that I was too big for his clothes. (This was kinda true, but still, c’mon!) He threatened to come in there and make me wear it, as my hands were still handcuffed. But then he changed his tone, and said “Hey, it’s my birthday gift, do it for me. Otherwise, I’ll either come in there and force you to wear it, or you’ll go nude (again, no way). I slowly and grudgingly said ok and put it on. However, I was in fact bigger than Michael, so his brief/jockstrap was tighter than mine. What was I doing? But then again, I had no other choice. I managed to open the door despite being handcuffed, and he stood a few feet away and told me to follow him into the family room, where my doom awaited.
He took me to the family room, to the computer. He told me to sit on the computer chair, and I did as I was told. He finally un-cuffed my hands but just used to rope to tie my hands to the arms of the chair. He continued to use the white rope to fasten my bare stomach to the back of the chair, as well as my upper torso. He then bent over and tied my bare feet to the part of the chair that holds the seat up. So my legs were bent, and my arms were tied to the arms of the chair, and my chest to the back, but at least I was sitting down. I thought that this was it, but it wasn’t. He used some more of the white rope to wrap around my neck, and tie it to the back of the chair, almost like a noose. I couldn’t even lean my head forward. Michael used the rest of the white rope to secure my thighs to the seat. For a change of pace, he gagged me with more duct tape.
Michael then explained a key part in his little game. In each tie up, he will give me the instrument to get free, but it’s up to me to get it and use it. So this time, he put a long kitchen knife on my lap. While it could potentially set me free, all it did was give false hope and make me struggle.
He sat down on the couch and said that he was going to watch some TV. However, I couldn’t see the TV from where my chair was, and that was exactly what Michael wanted. I started to “mmpphh” to annoy the crap out of him. After a while I was annoying him, so he stood up and told me that the more noise I made, the more severe he would make my bonds. So the punishment was the in the gag. He used a little bit of saran wrap to cover my head, and then used duct tape to wrap from the top of my head to under my chin, keeping my mouth closed.
I still made noise, and struggled to get the knife that lay just on my lap. It was no use, I couldn’t even get a hand lose. So I made noise, both to call his bluff and try to annoy him to stop this part of the game. However, every time I made noise, he just put tape over my rope bonds. So when he sat down, he said he was going to watch a quick movie. So he pulled out ‘Lord of the Rings: Return of the King’ Special Edition. That movie was nearly 4 hours long! There was no way I wanted to stay like I was for 4 hours. He did that just to tease me though. But he never blindfolded me, because he wanted me to see the knife, and my potential escape. And it never got really hot, thanks to the AC.
At any rate, the time expired, and he said that I had failed to get out. But like I had a chance? Michael said it was time for the next one, and so he went upstairs to finalize some things. I sat waiting, tied up in my chair, hoping for an easier situation, but expecting the worst.
He took me upstairs, to his room. I was untied, but not ungagged. I knew things would get bad up here. Michael had taken off the mattress exposing the springs at the bottom of it. Even though my hands still had the marks from the rope, he handcuffed my hands to the posts on each side. He then undid my gag, which took a few minutes, and told me not to say anything. He then gave me some water.
“Thanks,” I said.
He looked at me and said, “I told you not to say anything.” He pulled out a HUGE jawbreaker, not average, like snowball sized.
“Open up,” he said with an evil grin. I eventually let it in, even though I could hardly get my mouth around it. He kept my mouth shut with yet another several rounds of duct tape, our favorite. He then used the duct tape and rope to go in and out of the springs, strapping me down to the springs. Rounds strapping my biceps, stomach, upper torso, thighs, ankles, and neck, all in a similar fashion like the chair. It wasn’t very comfortable at all. The springs actually kind of hurt. But that was the least of my concern.
“Is that good?” he asked, with his lame attempt at humor. Of course all I could manage was the infamous “mmmpphhh”. And I did it quite a lot as well as struggle.
“Oh yeah, your escape instrument is here,” he said as he placed the keys to the handcuffs (that kept my hands in place) on my chest, not 6 inches from my face. “Go for it. You have only a few minutes this time, before…” then he stopped. “Only a few minutes.” I struggled madly, making the springs shake and make noise as well as mpphing loudly. He kind of laughed as I did this. You think that my jawbreaker could go away, but it didn’t. I could barely swallow.
Eventually I slowed down, and noticed that rather quickly that it got cold. I knew that Michael had turned up the AC, but I didn’t think it could be that bad. Of course, I only being in my football brief/jockstrap contributed to making me cold. As I struggled against my bonds, it just got colder and colder.
After a little while of struggling, Michael said that my time was up. I looked at my bonds and the key, and I was nowhere even close to being free. He said that I have been given a chance to be free twice, and now he would what he wanted. Basically implying torture. So he went and got (of all things) ice.
“I knew you were hot, so I brought some ice to cool you down.” What a lying jerk. He probably saw all of my goosebumps all over my body. He blindfolded me with a long sock, so I wouldn’t know where he put the ice next. He rubbed the ice on my arms, and on my legs, and now I was freezing. It was so cold, and all I could do was struggle against my bonds and make a little muffled noise. Lastly, he took the ice, and as he was done, he poured the remaining ice down my brief/jockstrap! I was already cold! Now I was freezing everywhere. My only protest was “mmphing”, and quite loud by now.
So then he brought out…clothespins. I couldn’t see them, as I was blindfolded, but I knew it when he put the first 2 on my nipples. So next, he put them wherever he could, on my knees and ears, and abs. But he put the last one on my nose. So all of the sudden, I could not breathe, as I was gagged. So I struggled and I made noise, and I was afraid that I would suffocate, and the rope around my neck wasn’t helping. After several seconds, he took off the clothespin on my nose, but left all the rest. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, so I kept on struggling, but the bond were too good.
So then he took some lighted candles and poured the hot wax on me. All the while, I’m making noise, and struggling. He wouldn’t stop; he proceeded next to tickle me all over. I am ticklish, so I was screwed. That wasn’t appreciated. On my bare feet, under my arms pits, on my abs, all over. And then he stopped left me for a while. It must have been some 30 minutes. All the while, I was struggling madly at my bonds, hoping that I could escape before any torture resumed.
When he returned he untied me and said, “That’s the end of it.” It was earlier than I thought but he told me that was because he parents would be home earlier than he thought. It made sense, since the entire last tie up was completely rushed. Even the torture was rushed. He said that we had 20 minutes, before they would be here. So I took another WARM shower, and he cleaned up.
And before I left, he thanked me, and eerily said “Let’s just say I have a few ideas for your birthday.” And my birthday is late October….so there’s no telling what that might hold…
|Heather's Bondage Lesson 101|
|I am Heather a 15 year old high school student
I want to tell you about my first bondage experience. After school I was
waiting in my home room and walked in Mr. Johnson she was a handsome teacher.
I asked why am I here? He said I want to play some games with you if you
don’t mind I would like to see what it looks like when you are tied up!
I asked why me? You’re a beautiful young lady. He said in a deep sexy voice.
I said in a trembled voice, I suppose so, What do you want me to do? Come
up to my desk and sit in my chair, He then taped my legs and hands behind
my back and taped my mouth with a white cloth in it. I tried to speak but
only MMMPPPHH!!! I then tried to wiggle lose but the tape was to strong,
He then took my shoes off and nylons and tickled my feet I tried to laugh
but the gag stopped me from that too. After he was done tickling me I tried
to speak but he told me he would be right back. I waited and waited for
hours and no one showed then he came back I am sorry about this I forgot
to come and untie you so he took of the tape off my legs hands behind my
back and my mouth told me that he would take me home. He said that is you
first lesson in bondage 101 we will start again tomorrow where we left
Story to cont……
|well,i would understand why you would think that i was 12,but don't say anything bad anymore.thank you.and thanks for the nice comments too.|
|hail to the king baby|
|Dena's Helpless Victim|
|“Hi Mike? It’s Dena – Jeff’s friend….(laughs
) Yeah, the karate girl. Hee hee. Hi! Look sweetie, Jeff’s Mom just called
me. I know you guys are supposed to go to a movie tonight and then have,
what, a sleepover with the other guys too? (pause) Right. Well, I’m sorry
to tell you this, but I guess Jeff has food poisoning. (pause) Yeah, he’s,
like, REALLY sick. He’s pretty out of it now and his Mom didn’t have your
number so she asked me…yeah, I guess he’s in bad shape. I’m so sorry!!!
(pause) Oh, Mike, I’ve known Jeff all his life and he’s like my best friend
ever – I hate to see him sick. Well, I’m glad you understand. Well, I’m
going over their tomorrow – I’ll make sure he calls you, OK? (pause, then
laugh) Oh, you’re such a sweetie!!! OK Mike, talk to you soon, OK? Bye!”
Dena hung up.
Slowly, a very sly, evil grin moved across her face as she moved her eyes down to me on the floor. That’s where I was – tied up and gagged by my evil kidnapper!
I had tried to scream my head off to my friend Mike as Dena broke my much-awaited plans, but I couldn’t because Dena’s very smelly socked foot was clamped over my mouth. She wore her dark grey knee socks, which stank to high heaven and I had been tortured with before, and they helped Dena’s merciless foot form a seal over my mouth to gag me and prevent me from crying out. Dena practically purred as she taunted me from her position above me on the couch.
“I’m sorry, Kidnap Boy! Did you have something to say?” Dena, for those who don’t know, was my oldest and best friend. She was also blonde, beautiful, a black belt, and my frequent kidnapper. She was 18 and I was 15. She called me “kidnap boy” whenever she tied me up and prepared to torture me, which was quite often.
I “MMMMPHED” into her socked foot some more and begged her to let me up. But Dena had me as a hostage and I wasn’t going anywhere. She had tied my hands behind my back and my feet with rope and I was her prisoner and her torture victim once again. I pleaded into Dena’s foot-gag for a small show of mercy, but I got none.
“I think I’ve definitely taken kidnapping you to a new level, haven’t I?” Dena said with a giggle. “I’m actually forcibly restraining you from leaving to go somewhere else, aren’t I?”
I screamed silently some more into her awful sock. Dena wore a red Izod short sleeved shirt and her customary grey cargo pants. I had only a white T-shirt and sweat pants on. This time Dena had seized me when I was getting ready to shower and go out with friends. I was barefoot because she had taken my shoes and socks off after tying me up.
“I know you and the boys had a fun night planned, but I think your favorite kidnapper Dena can show you a good time too!” Dena said, bending down to pat my face while her socked foot gagged me and my hands and feet were helplessly tied. I again tried to beg for mercy and she picked up on that right away.
“You’re not begging me to let you go, are you Kidnap Boy?” Dena said with another evil giggle. “Because that will only make the torture worse!”
“I know my feet stink,” Dena bragged, “because these socks haven’t been washed for a while! But once I start tickling you, it will take your mind off the foot odor!”
I screamed some more as a worthless gesture into her foot, begging her not to because I was insanely ticklish and Dena was the world’s most expert tickler, and Dena just grinned and shook her head.
“I’m going to tickle you to death tonight, Kidnap Boy, and you’ll be tied up the whole time and won’t be able to do anything about it. And you’ll think of Mike and your friends out having a good time without you, and no one will know that you’re tied up at my feet and being tickle-tortured by your sadistic kidnapper!”
I screamed more and pleaded with my eyes, but it didn’t work. Dena finally took her foot off my mouth and at the same time came down off the couch and straddled me, pinning me, before gagging me with her hand over my mouth.
“Shhhh. I haven’t even started tickling you yet!” Dena taunted.
Then Dena freed my mouth from the handgag and started wiggling her fingers over my bound body. I could barely even scream anymore – I just kind if whimpered like “no-dena-no-please-god-no-don’t-do-this-oh-god-please-untie-me-and-let-me-go-don’t-tickle me!”
“Hee hee hee hee,” Dena taunted, “this is what being tickle-tortured feels like!!!!!”
And with that Dena began to tickle me to within an inch of my life, laughing as she pinned me and tickle me without mercy as I laughed so hard I cried.
Gotta go for now. I’ll continue later. Hope you're enjoying it.
|stop acting like your 12 then.|
|Summer of fun Part 2|
|I apologize for the delay in continuing
my story, but I was busier today than I thought. So, when I last left off,
Heather had just started up our game of Super Spy, and I had snuck inside.
As I entered the house, I pondered where to go. Heather could have been patrolling anywhere in the house, and the rules said that if she caught me, it was game over, and a win for her. Not wanting to be beaten, I decided to hide in a closet at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor. The stairs had one spot the creaked a little if you stepped on them, so I knew I'd be able to hear her when she came. Cautiously opening the closet, I stepped inside and closed it behind me. I only had a couple of minutes to wait before I heard footsteps from above and creaking of the stairs. I could hear Heather humming to herself as she walked past the closet and into the living room. After another minute or so, I heard the door to the basement opening, and Heather's humming faded away, so creeping out of the closet, I headed upstairs, being sure to avoid the creaky stair.
When I got upstairs, I saw that all of the doors had been closed, so I started with my room. I did a quick search, being as thorough and quiet as I could, and didn't find the hat Heather had hidden, and Amy wasn't there either. Next I went into Amy's room, and nothing there either. The only rooms left on the floor were Heather's room, their dad's room, and a bathroom, and we weren't allowed in their dad's, so I opened the door to Heather's room, and there, laying tied up on her bed, was Amy.
She was laying face down, making small grunts as she heard the door open. A long black dress sock was tied over her eyes as a blindfold, and ever her mouth was a folded up pillowcase, tied tightly behind her head. I thought it was odd that a pillowcase would keep her so quiet, but I moved forward, shutting the door behind me so I could free her. Her hands were bound behind her with duct tape, wrists crossed. There was also ducttape binding her ankles, and a robe belt ran from her feet to a bedpost, keeping her from standing. "Mmmph mmph!" was all I could hear from her as she realized someone was there, and as I bent forward to untie her, I heard creaking from the stairs. Thinking fast, I dashed backwards into Heather's closet. Just as I was shutting the closet door, the door to Heather's room opened, and Heather stepped inside. "Hey Amy, how ya doing?" She asked her sister, stepping forward and checking all of the bonds. "Looks like I tied you pretty good, wouldn't you say?"
Amy made some small noises underneath her gag, and Heather laughed. "Well, don't worry, I'm sure Dave will rescue you soon. You'd like that, now wouldn't you?" She said, giggling to herself as she exited the room. I waited in the closet until I heard Heather head downstairs again, and then I emerged from the closet. Walking back to the bed, I removed Amy's blindfold and she blinked several times, getting used to the light. I then began to untie the gag. As I finished, I soon realized why Amy was so silent. Underneath the pillowcase, Amy had been gagged with 3 strips of ducttape. I slowly peeled them off, and Amy smiled at me. "My hero." She said, giggling a bit. "Well, you know me." I said, sticking out my chest. "I'm a super spy!" As I bent over to untie Amy, a thought occured to me. I still hadn't found the hidden item. If I freed Amy now, then the both of us would have to sneak around looking for it. "Wait Amy." I said. "I still haven't found the hat. If I free you, we'll both have to sneak around, cause if Heather finds you untied, she'll just capture you again. Let me blindfold you again and retape your mouth, and I'll come back for you when I find the hat."
Amy did not look thrilled at the idea, but I think she wanted to win the game as well, so she nodded her consent. "Alright." She said. "Heather left the ducttape over there." She motioned to a bedside table with her head. I picked up the roll of tape and quickly retaped her mouth like Heather had done. Then I reapplied the pillowcase over top and blindfolded her again. "Don't worry, I'll be back in a jiffy." I said, and with that, I snuck out of the room, and back into the closet at the base of the stairs to wait for Heather to return.
Sorry, but I must be off again, the conclusion to come tommorow.
|Long time reader|
|Awesome story, Hillary!
|Long Time Reader, good stories! Keep them
And Bondage Heather, that sounds an awful lot like fantasy.
|Tied up at school|
|It all started when Me, Dennis and Charlotte
start throwing pieces of chalk.
It happened on a Wednesday not too long ago, when I had PE. Me and 2 other classmates ( Dennis(14 like me) and Charlotte(also 14).) Before the teacher arrived they(my other 24 classmates put us 3 in the broom closet (is it called that way???).
2 of them took duct tape out of their bags and tied us up once at a time.
They needed 4 14-year-olds to get me to the ground(because I can run fast and I am pretty strong). They got Dennis with 4 classmates and Charlotte with 2 ( She’s not so strong). They gagged us with duct tape and tied our wrists tight together and they did the same at our ankles. They put us in the closet and went to the drawing room.
I heard the door slammed in to the frame. The lesson started and the teacher handled our absence as usual. The whole class kept their mouth shut about what they did(they told us later on). When the lesson was finished, they all left and we started to smash against the door. The teacher thought the noise was to loud for a broom that fell to the ground so he opened the door and found us laying down there. He untied us and we went to the next lesson. Later on that day our mentor can into the classroom and she had a word with the whole class.
Please post some comments because i got lots of other stories to tell.
|Scared to death|
|It happened yesterday evening when Reina
(14) and I were going to watch White Noise.
When the movie played for about 30 minutes, at the scaryest moment, someone pressed the pause-button.
A second later Reina and I scared to death when 2 neighbour-kids Esther(14) and Tess(12) suddenly gagged us.
They laid us down on the ground and taped her and my hands all 4 together very tight.
Just seconds after that they did the same with our legs and there we were laying down on the floor.
My parents were to the cinema and they wouldn't come back before 12.
Before they came we put all the lights off to make it scaryer.
Because winter's coming here it is already dark at 7.30 pm.
So they only thing we could see was the TV.
Well, Esther and Tess left.
We have a Pioneer 5.1 surround system which goes in standby after 15 minutes on pause.
Then it was totally dark.
Esther and Tess came back at 9.30 and released us from the painfull position.
(Afterall Esther loves me, so she didn't want me to suffer too much.)
By the way I've written a true story which
containes 8 days of real life. Maybe I can post it 1 day at a time??
|Daniel (14 years old)|
|Great stories Daniel. Looking forward to reading your 8-days adventures|
|Mark, how should i post them? It's the first time i posted something here. I could do it day by day or 2 or 3 days at once. BTW, the story does look like its not true, but it really happened!|
|Daniel, for a lot of our sanity just post it all at once instead of day by day. That way its all just here and doesn't take up 8 posts.|
|i really want to hear the rest of summer of fun.hope you get back to it soon|
|hail to the king baby|
|And all at once we won't have to wait for you to put the next part up. I've read plenty of part 1s that have never been finshed, even months after the original post.|
|I have to say, it's real long.
Hello i’m Daniel.
This story might be a bit long, but it really happened and 8 days go by.
Last summer my parents and my 3 sisters went
on a 2 week holiday.
Sorry if there would be incorrect words but I AM NOT ENGLISH!
Daniel (14) from The Netherlands
|9th day at school|
|I have been in class with those same 26
kids for 3 years now.
This happened on a Thursday, the 9th day of school, just after summervacation. We had just started with Physics.
The teachers have a chair on a step. Their chairs are the same as ours.
I don’t know what it is, but they have something against me. I am always the scapegoat.
So, the teacher went away to the copier and 6 classmates forced me to sit on the teachers chair.
Someone got a role of duct tape out of his bag, (that person is always carrying duct tape I don’t know why) and they taped my hands behind the back of the chair.
They taped my legs to the chairs legs and they gagged me. (They first all grabbed one limb and hand gagged me.)
The teacher came back, rubbed his eyes and gets angry. (not on me!)
He untied me and says to me that I could go and see my mentor.
He kept the whole class (except me) an hour after school.
This was PRETTY EMBARRASING. Cause the whole class laughed at me.
|I made a little mistake.
At the end of the long story i wrote that her parents came hom at 12 pm. Well they didnt came home at night. It has to be 12 am...
|This is my latest, his happened on the 10th
As you all know, Me, Mike, George, and Ben
(And now Johnathon) now play our games of tie up.
But moving on...
This time we were playing around George’s house instead of in the garden. We started at about 7:00 pm, so it was dark. Again, we set up an alarm clock to tell us when to start, stop, all that crap.
At 7:00, we split up. At 7:30, the bell rang to tell us to start. So we did. (Just to say, I was with John, George was with Ben, and Mike was on his own.)
We were armed with the usual stuff, Tape, Rope, Towels, Scarfs, all that. It was 8:00 when the bell went to hunt. We knew that Mike was in the Cellar, so we went down to the Cellar to make an alliance.
When we got there, the door was locked. We went through the trapdoor under the rug in the lounge (Don’t ask why the door’s there, I haven’t a clue).
After we got down we pushed the door back up and locked it. We looked everywhere for Mike, he was nowhere. We checked some crates to see if he was hiding. He was KIND of hiding. We saw a VERY small chest, about 1.5 meters long by half a meter wide. We opened it and found mike.
Tied up. And gagged. He was VERY uncomfortable. He looked it anyway. He was also mphhing very loudly. He was kind of nodding. We thought we could try and capture him like the opposition had, so we closed the trunk again and locked it.
We went to go and open the door to go out, but the key was missing. We know we were not alone. We armed ourselves. We were ready.
George and Ben immediately jumped out at us. We jumped back at them. We banged our heads. That made me an easy target, and you can imagine what happens now. I get shoved into another chest and that is pushed under a pile of crates and the hole was filled in.
At the time I didn’t know what was happening, but I’m told that my partner had won the opposition and shoved him in the same crate as Mike. Since John was busy while I was being taken, he didn’t know where I was.
After a lot of searching, John lifted the crate and untied me. He told me the opposition was both in one, tiny crate. So I could hear. We flung open the crate and dragged them out onto the floor. As usual, we took pics, video, that kind of crap.
This story hasn’t been too interesting, but it would have been if you were there.
This is where I’m going to end, you can see the other stories in my series at
See ya all soon :)
|My dream 3|
|My dream 3,
I knew from previous self bondage sessions
how long it could take to cut oneself free using an ordinary table knife,
however I only wanted to free myself from the fireplace and lounge which
was stopping me from obtaining a better instrument to cut the ropes from
my body . I thought that I could achieve this with the table knife. I rolled
|Thanks Ryan/Heather! ^_^ Ryan, this should
answer your question....
One time about a month before my AC incident I was forced to babysit my younger cousin Jenna (12 years old). Mike and Jay were also home.
Jenna and I were upstairs playing Monopoly while Mike and Jay were downstairs. In the middle of our game, Jenna went downstairs for a glass of water. Jenna was wearing a tank-top and shorts.
I waited for a while until i heard a loud
bang. I rushed downstairs and none of them were down there. I looked around
A half hour later I was about done looking
till I heard a small muffeled cry from the basement. I went down and saw
I went to help her until she Mpphed into
her gag. Then I felt a hand clapped over my mouth. Before I knew it I
Jay then removed my socks and tickled my
barefeet without any mercy. I was soon blindfolded and bound back to back
Finally 4 hours later, I was able to untie myself and jenna.
Well please feel free to comment!
|Tied and True Tales updated|
|It's October and we're well and truly into Spring Down Under... The excitement is building with the annual Melbourne Spring Racing Carnival when young men's thoughts turns to pretty fillies and... (What? There's horse racing on as well?) Spring also sees the start of the annual snapper migration into Port Phillip Bay so I'll be dusting off my rainwear and fishing rods before foraying out into the wild blue yonder in search of "Big Red"… Anyway, it's time to crack a coldie (or two or...), settle down and enjoy our latest update with Part One of our "Asian Bondage" picture gallery, along with more fiction from Brian Sands, Rohana, Andrea and Limey|
|Another awesome story, Hillary|
On the last Monday I was doing a theater
practice. I was wearing the clothes of a jungle guy. I was barefoot and
wearing a loinclothe. In one of the scenes I was tied and taken by a hunter.
In a usual practice the ropes would be tied in a mild way around my shoulders
just to show I was captured. This time Dan (The guy who was doing of hunter)
tied my hands so hard that I couldn´t release myself. He put them
behind my back and then also tied my feet.Then i was complaining to much,
so he put a bag of plastic in my mouth and tied it behind my neck. After
that he left me there and the practice continued. When it ended he took
me to a room and a girl came. It was Jane,a girl to who i did a joke last
week by throwing water to all her body after school. She was upset and
wanted revange. I´m sure she asked Dan to do her the favor of capturing
Will continue later
|Hey, Sandra Davis, you still around? You got any more stories?|
|i want some more sock stories|
|This does involve sok torture for you fanatics.
"Wanna bet?" He asked me as we were walking down the little path to his back porch. Randy was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt this early fall day, although he wore flip-flops when he could, this morning he wore his black vans and a pair of white sport socks that slid down his leg and rested at the top of his shoe, cuffing his ankle. Randy is three years younger than me, and when neiter of us had anything better to do, we hung out.
"No... I'm sick of losing money to luck." I said. I am a tall rather thin 16 year old wearing the regular jeans and a t-shirt, my jacket unbuttoned, my blue and white DCs were greyed now with use as we sat on the porch.
"So your scared you'll loose then." Randy said promptly, "I knew it."
I sighed, every time he didn't get his way he pushed it and usually pushed it so it affected a man's honor.
"No, you just have insane luck and the odds always seem to be against me." I returned.
"Excuses excuses..." he said with a mock sigh. On his lap rested his paintball gun. We just spent the last half hour in the woods shooting it off and I watching him aim for birds and other animals, always hoping he'd miss. Generally he did.
"Randy I'm not putting valuable money on the line because of some little contest with climbing trees. Maybe it if were a test of intellect..."
"You know your smarter than me! Duh! Your only 3 years older."
"And your three years younger and more nimble than me."
"Let's just do it. Loser. We don't have to bet money."
"What do you mean not bet money... what else could we bet on?"
"The loser does what the winner tells him to for a like three hours."
I gave the matter some thought, we had nothing better to do. "Alright fine. We'll do it."
So we walked back out to the woods and climbed as many trees as we could in 5 minuets and reach the top. Needless to say, I lost.
"Yes! Haha! Loser! You have to do what I say!" he gloated.
I wasn't expecting any diffrently, "Alright let's get this over with, what do I have to do," I said.
"First we're gonna go inside and watch ESPN to see the scores for football, after that I'll make you do stuff."
So we went inside, I took a seat on a couch and he a chair. He kicked his shoes off and ate crackers and drank lemonade while I had a water. As soon as Sortsline was over, he looked over at me. "Hmmm... lets see... what do you have to do... I know!"
He ran out of the room and came back with a few peices of rope.
"Just in case you wanna run away, I'm gonna tie your wrists." And so he did with a tight not.
"Alright... it has to be nasty... hmmm... I know! You have to smell my socks! Go on! Have a whiff!"\
He shoved his flat foot in my face. The white socks were a little darker on the bottom with gray toes and heels, with little other choice I smelled them and made a face. This brought him great joy and I complained.
"Hahaha!" he laughed.
"It's not funny! It's disgusting! What a stupid idea!"
"Oh... Shove a sock in it! Thats it! Open wide!" he said as he pulled his socks off and held one up to my mouth. My closed mouth opened a little... I did agree.
When the warm peice of cloth was fully in the mouth my cheeks bulged and the taste was as bad as the smell. I gagged once but became used to it. He then sealed it with a peice of duct tape and laughed at my expression.
"Hahaha!" he laughed, "Alright... alright now what about the other sock... I'll tie it around your nose!" and so he did. The part that was actually at my nose was the gray heel and it smelled awful.
I was kept like this for 20 or so minuets before he got bored and we went outside to shoot paintball again.
So goes my first tie up experience. Considering the joy he got out of torturing me, I'm sure it will not be the last time.
I have AIM, so if you leave yours I'll IM
|If you ever wanna chat about whatever, you can drop me a line on AIM at IrishNCream|
|Tadrinn do post more. :)|
|Is J. Constantine around too? Where you been, man?|
This one happened last christmas eve, 23-12-04.
We (my parents, 3 little sisters and the neighbours 3 doors next who have also 4 kids) went on ski-holiday in the Czech Republic. The neighbours own a house in the northern part of the country called Krkonose.( dont ask me how to say it, cause i dont know.)
But ehhh, i'm not here to tell how great the holiday was so lets start with the story...
On the 3rd day or so, Tess(12) and Sam(10)
(same 2 as the summer story) jumped up from behind and gagged me with socks
and some clothes.
I hope you like it and if not, just place a comment.
|babysitter tied up (The Trap)|
|So here it was. I was 14 and a boy. My parents
were going out of town so they said I could have a friend over for the
week. I chose my old babysitter. She was 16 at the time. Lets call her
Emily. I invited her oer because she was the only nice babysitter I ever
had. Plus she was HOT! When she walked in well......... She had a blue
jean skirt, goldish blonde hair that went down to her back, a white sweater,
and pink sandals. When my parents left I knew what I had to do. I have
had the fetish for a long time. I went over to her. She was laying on the
coach watching T.V. I asked her if she could come in and help me with some
homework. She looked confused. (It was Summer.) She said slowly "Okay."
I hurried to my room before her. I had all my stuff lined out. One 50 ft.
rope, one 60 ft. and one 5 ft. and two rolls of duct tape. I took the two
rolls. She was now at the door. I imetaly pushed all my stuff off the bed.
"Where is it?" She asked. "On the bed." I said. She sat on the bed and
I pushed her genly on her stomach. not hard. I grabed a roll of tape. I
fliped her on her back. She wasn't strugling, she was just confused. I
pulled her arms behind her back and wraped them in tape. She was not strugling,
but now she looked worried. I wraped her ankles in tape and pulled her
on her back. "What are you doi----?" She asked. I pulled a piece off and
put it on her mouth. Then another, then another, soon there was 10 pieces.
All I could hear was a MMMMPPPHHHH. I smiled. This was going to be a fun
Perfect. I had a beautiful babysitter tied up. I thought that it was not good enough so I wraped her thighs, and torso in tape. Now she was MMPPHHHing as loud as she could. Her eyes shone with fear. I reasured her I would not hurt her, that I was just living a fantasy. It took a few minutes but soon she seemed to relax. I thought what to do now. I knew it! I looked at her and smiled. I ran to the kitchen and got a paintbrush. The minute she saw it her eyes were wide. I carried her to the floor. I streached the tape and sucured her to the floor. I put a pillow under her head. I took off her sandals. I started to brush her feet gently. But the she laughed was loud. Again and again I stroked her feet. Each one for ten minutes. I looked at her. She had tears but I could tell she liked it. I put a piece of tape over her eyes. I lifted her sweater and white T-Shirt enough just so I could see her ribs. (I'm not a pervert.) Just like her feet I took my time. I stroked each one for 15 minutes. Finaly it was 10:00. I started to untie her but she shock hr head no. I was surprised. I asked and she shock her head no. I shruged. I put a sleeping bag next to her so I could see if she was in trouble. I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up. It was 6:00. I looked at Emily. Still as I left her. At 7:45 she woke up. I started to untie her because I thought she would want it now. This time she let me. When she was free she went to the bathroom. When she came out she had new clothes on. We made breakfest. We talked. "You won't tell my parents?" I asked. "No." She said. It turns out that she had the fetish too. She played tie up games with her cousions all the time. When we were done she asked "Do you want to do that every day?" I coud not contain my glee. "Sure. But we will need more tape." She left at 1:00. When she came back she had bought 6 rolls of duct tape. We wnet to bed without doing anything. The next day was a difernt story.
|Seth and I's revenge on Mike|
|It was about a week sinceMike had tied me
to his bed and hes dad finding me in my boxer briefs. Mike and I had hung
out a few times that week but no TUG's ever happened. ON Saturday I invited
Seth over again. We never saw Mike but we had been planning out revenge
for some time. Mikes's parents were gone and finally Mike arrived home
from a football practice. Hiding in the shrubbery of my house we waited
untill we knew that Mike had his football stuff off. Seth and I crept through
the back door and hid in the closet downstairs next to his room. Mike walked
by and we punced out. Seth being a wrestler grappled with Mike while I
got some rope. Then we both held Mikde down while tying hes wrist. What
are yo doing get off me yelled Mike but his rest were criss cross in front
of him. Then we tied his feet and thought about what to do. I have venver
tied Mike up so this was knew and Mike was ticked.
Since he had just changed out of his football gear, Mike was only in his white jock strap. Finally Seth and I thrust Mike up, pulled his hands above his head so his feet wre barely touching the ground and gagged him with a sock. MIke struggled and tried to make sounds through his gag but it was useless for him to try. Being hung like he was today, I noticed for the first time how strong Mike really was. Six pack and huge biceps Mike was pretty intimidating but he was completely immobolized. We watched him struggle for a while then Seth put clothespins on his nipples, he jerked and mmmpheed through his gag but it just made Seth and I happier at his sufforing.
Seth and I then tickled Mike for about 40-45 mins if Im correct. Mike was already sweating from football but was drenched in sweat and could barely make sounds out of his gag by the time we were done with hi. The next part of the torture we did was the best torture I've ever done to anyone. We untied Mike from the ceiloing beam and into a tight hogtie. Seth ticked him more while I went and got something from my house. My dad has realy bad back problems, so bad that he has his very own personal shock treatment therapy set. It's not extremely painful but like clothpins to the chest. I ealked back sown and seen Mike in the exact same place. Seth seen what I got and said you're brilliant. We retied Mike once again to a bench, feet to one side and hans to another. I hooked up the little patches to Mikes six pack. He looked at me with fear. I put it on low at first and turned it on. He squirmed and mmmphed untill i turned it off like 10 secs later. I soon got bored and Let Seth have control of Mike for a while. What i had forgotten about is how Seth wanted big time revenge on Mikefor waht he did. Sethput it one high and shocked him periodically for a good 15 minutes untill i finally notices all the noise Mike was making and took the divice away from Seth. I put it away and asked Mike if he was ok. He said yes and i reaplied the gag. We wathched tv and played games for a while periodically torturing Mike( not with the device). About two hours of that and we let him go, of couse not without talking pictures and i burnied the ones he took of me after i found them. Mike wasn't mad at all with Seth, he said it was pretty cool and that he wanted to play games with all three of us next time but that is another storie.
|Cute story Daniel. To put things in perspective,
how old are/were you when this happened?
Also, did you ever get to tie anyone else up?
|babysitter tied up part 4 (The second, third and forth day)|
|I woke up at 7:00 ready to begin todays
events. Emily came in wearing blue jeans and a light blue t-shirt. She
smiled, kissed me on the cheek (Man I loved it.) and said breakfest was
ready. After we ate I asked what we were going to do today. Emily smiled.
"What do you think?" We chuckled. Finaly it was time. I warned her. "This
time I will not untie you." "Perfect." She said. "I'm also going to tickle
you for hours on end." She threatend "Then I'll tell your parents. I'll
tell you when to stop. I'll shake my head four times." So the second day
began. I got the rolls of tape. I wraped her up from her ankles so I could
tickle her feet. I stoped at her hips. I then began under her breasts to
her sholders. I wraped the roll around her mouth 7 times. I sucured her
shoulders, hibs, and knees to the floor. I put the pillow under her head.
I grabed a video camra, and a feather. I put the camra in place, put a
piece of tape over her eyes, and began. I was merciless. The hours passed
by. I stoped a few time to let her catch her breath. Tears were going down
her eyes. She MMMPPPPPHHHHed loudly. Finaly I felt her stifen. She shok
her head four times, but I could'nt help myself. Five minutes later I herd
water runing. She wet herself! I slowly took the blindfold off. She was
crying from the tickle tourtre. She did not look mad though. I put the
blindfold on and started again. I should say that she was very, VERY ticklish.
Five hours later, and two wettings later I thought I should stop at her
feet. I moved to her ribs. I folded the shirt up to where the tape began
again. Five hour later it was 11:00. I kissed her on the cheeck and went
to sleep. On the thid day I woke up and herd her MMPPPHHHHing loudly. Her
face was drenched in tears. "Aw crap." I thought. I quickly untied her.
The top part of her jeans were black with urin. "I am so so sorry." She
went into the bathroom and changed. "If you don't want me to tell your
parents, lie on the floor right now." She said angerly. I did. To make
a long story short she did the same thing to me. I did not wet myself,
but I did cry. The next day I was untied and was reasured that we were
even. We watched the video I made and went to sleep.
On the fifth day we decided to do somthing to a friend of mine. First I tied Emily's hands behind her back, and ankles.I got a Haloween kit. I painted scars, and blood with the kit. I called my friend Emma over. She said okay. I gagged Emily. (She agreed to all of this.) When Emma came (14 cute, white t-shirt, blue jeans, long blonde hair.) I took her to my room where Emily was. When she saw Emily with the fake blood she gasped. I quickly grabed her and handgagged her. I quickly gagged her with tape and wrstled her so I tied her the sme way Emily was. Her eyes were wide with fear. I went back with Emily and draged her over to a chair a tied her to it. It's working I said. She winked. I brought a now crying Emma to my room. I tied her to a slimler chair. She was now begging with me. We could not take it anymore. Me and Emily laughed our heads off. She looked at Emily and looked mad. I took the gag off. "You $&%* I thought you killed her." I put the gag back on and wraped the duct tape around them. I tickled them. An hour later everyone was untied. We watched T.V. That was a really fun day.
Emma left. On the sixth day we decided it would be our last time for tie ups. I was sad it would be over. I found a pole in the basement. I mummfied her from shoulders to toes to the pole. I left out the gag. We talked. Finaly I said that I loved the week. She said she did to. I grabed a piece of tape and drew a pair of lips, just in Charlies Angels. I tied her hair in a ponytail and brushed her cheecks. Finaly she was sweating. I took off the gag. I walked over. I kissed her. She wentt with it. I untied her and she became my girlfriend. The End
|To Mr. Braggadoscious|
|Great Story. Please post more!|
|To Observer 2|
|Are you going to post anymore stories man?
If so please do becasue you stories are good.
|One of my greatest fears had come true the
next Tuesday after my last story. Randy wasted no time in telling people
what happened and, although many laughed and disregarded the story, it
That afternoon, I went to work. I was scheduelded to work with Jeffery, a senior who was a year older than me, had a good 3 inches on me and possibly 50 lbs as well. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with the store logo and black shorts with black vans shoes and white crew socks rolled down to the top of his shoe.
After some small talk, Jeffery went for my most sensative subject.
"I head that little Randy (Last Name) was able to capture you and hold you captive for 3 hours." He said with a big, stupud smile.
I sighed, "Such exagerations...he tied my wrists behind my back after I lost a bet. I was only tied up for like 20 minuets."
Jeffery, although he knew it was true, continued to make fun of me for being so easily taken.
4 days later...
I hadn't heard from Jeffery since that day, but right after school on Friday, he called me.
"Hello?" I answered the phone.
When he answered the door he was dressed pretty much the same way as Monday, except his shirt was plain and white. He invied me in and led me to his bedroom. When I got in, he shut the door which made me feel a little uncomfortable...
"Turn around." He told me in an imparative voice. I was scared... I didn't know what he wanted but I did as I was told.
He seized my hands and tied them with rope behind my back and, when I realized what he was doing, I sighed half-relieved half-annoyed. He then pushed me down and tied my ankles together and then put me in, what he called, a pig tie.
"Jeffery... honestly... whats the point of this?" I asked him with irritation.
"To see what this was like and why little Randy likes it." Jeffrey's main question of life was what other people were thinking and why. "Now for a gag... What did little Randy use for a gag?"
"No, I'm not telling you."
Jeffery kept me tied like this for maybe 10 minuets, mostly obserbing me... I did enjoy it, but I could tell he enjoyed it more.
There are a few more as a result of that
|any more dirty sock experiences?|
|GUYS BOUND/GAGGED AND TICKLED|
|Enjoy reading stories/experiences of guys that are tied up/gagged who are surprised when they find their shoes are removed and suddenly feet are tickled. Does anyone know of any tales they can post describing a scene like this?|
|I have a question. like some of you I have
a craving to be bound and gaged. I have no Idea why. So If you have any
replies to this please email me. Thanks!
|Me And My Cravings|
I have a question,like some of you I have a craving of bieng bound and gagged. If you have a answer as in to why. then please email me.
|I am just posting the link to a group of mine that is based off this website. Please come by and post stories, pictures, or whatever, the link is http://clubs.wanadoo.co.uk/group/group.cfm?GID=3257490 or search for CanucksTUG on smartgroups.com.|
|I have not started the game yet.(This bondage game) But it sounds interesting and I will start sometime. Don't know when... But sometime THIS YEAR! lol And i like the stories. they are interesting!|
|Tied and True Tales updated|
|If I seem slightly distracted, it's because
your webmaster is now nervously awaiting the Immigration Department's decision
relating to Melai's visa… *sigh* Between chewing my fingernails, looking
for four leaf clovers, avoiding black cats and so on, I also managed to
bang out another update featuring Anna Fabuka outdoors in Part Two of our
'Asian Bondage' picture gallery, along with "No Return" from my pen as
well as more fiction from Brian Sands, Rohana et al.
As usual, click on the link to find out what's new at http://www.tied-and-true-tales.com or navigate straight to our Updates page at: http://www.tied-and-true-tales.com/updates.htm
|Hey that was a pretty neat story. Do you have any others? If you'll drop me an email, I have some pictures you'd probably enjoy or just drop me an email for the heck of it :)|
I plan on starting this game, (Bondage games or tie-up games), sometime this weekend. I will tell you what happens when it does.... See ya!
|brooke we want a photo|
|hey guys ever since brooke supplied us with
her photo , are you just like me and are jumping up and down with exitement
of a photo of brooke all tied up?
come on brooke lets have a photo your way pretty and we all wanna see you.
come over to my yahoo group and you will see lots of pretty girls all tied up but brooke would fit right in.
|my sister hand gagged me|
|i have always enjoyed being hand gaggeg by a girl.it has notchanged to this day.i think it started when i was young playing kid games with my sister.we were playing hide and seek and she found me.she hand gagged me for sevsral minutes when she found me.i said let me do it to her but i did not like as much as when i was being shut up. later on i had a female teacher hand gag me and since then ihave always liked it.call me incurable|
|cuffkey, quit harassing Brooke. If you were
a girl, just having fun with playing a "prisoner" role at a sci-fi convention,
and wanted to show others, you might post a photo. But if a bunch of horny
guys started salivating at the thought of more photos, what do you think
you would do?
Try putting yourself in her shoes. What girl wants a bunch of guys possibly passing around photos of her online?
Think about it.
|Part 1 Revenge
This story happened this past weekend ny sister sarah was anoying while i was watching TV so I locked her out of the house for a few hours. She told me that she woukd get back at me for this and for everyhting else I had done to her. Saturday I came home from surfing and there she was sitting in the living room with a couple of friends we just looked at each other. I went into the bathroom to shower and change and thats when Sarah had her chance to get back at me little did i know what they were going to do to me. When I got out of the shower i noticed all my clothes and the towel were gone I yelled Sarah! She said what Kevin in funny voice I asked her for my clothes she said what clothes and said you mean this and held up a green colored speedo i said very funny and told her to give my clothes she told me it was the speedo or nothing. Dripping wet and nothing else to do I ripped it from her hand behind the door and put it on. I came out and there was Sarah with a camera her friends laughed at me as I tried to take the camera away. Ohh no its payback time and you will do what we say or the pictures will end up in the wrong hands Sarah was smart and knew what she was doing. Dont worry Kevin you are going to be a good boy and coorporate Megan then gave Sarah a bag she put a bow tie on me cute Tina laughed i felt a little funny and said this was not fair and I was told to open my mouth i asked why and then I knew Sarah put a ball gag in my mouth she told me to bit down I refused because i knew it would become tighter. Tina and Megan tickled my sides i then was forced to bite and that I felt the gag become tight. They then said he is ready to be our slave they told me if i tried to escape they then reminded me of the pictures of me. I then spent the day making and serving lunches, giving foot massages and doing research for Megans paper all while they sat around and did nothing but order me around. By mid afternnon sarah wanted to go out side I was thinking that this will be over soon megan then said what about our liitle slave Sarah teh said dont worry abou that Sarah led me to the garage it was a little chilly I could feel it on my bare feet. Oh no i said to myself as we walked over to our dogs travel cage I just looked at them and Sarah said you got and opened the door. Tina was like just let him go Megan was on sarahs side they told tina to be quite or join me. Sarah told me to get in but first she tied my hands behind my back she tied my hands tight and allright she said in you go I got in with not much choice. Sarah then rubbed my hair and closed the door and locked it saying be back soon don go anywhere we still have plans for you the three then left me alone loocked in a cage. I just looked at Sarah figuring away of how i would put her in the same predicament.
|"cuffkey, quit harassing Brooke. If you
were a girl, just having fun with playing a "prisoner" role at a sci-fi
convention, and wanted to show others, you might post a photo. But if a
bunch of horny guys started salivating at the thought of more photos, what
do you think you would do? "
I couldn't have said it better myself. I'm not exactly flying through the walls wanting a picture like that. Stories, sure, that's great... pics, sure, that's also great... but no one needs to be demanding pics or pretending like it would be the only good thing going in their lives.
|Hey tadrinn! Like the story! Had to be pretty disqusting though... Any way I am going to try my first tie-up game this weekend. Any who... good story!|
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|I also liked Scott Greer's stories. Scott, are you still around too?|
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|I recall seeing a post here a long time ago about two girls who were left home without their mom, an insurance salesman showed up for an appointment and they tied him up, then by surprise removed his shoes and tickled his feet. Does anyone recall the details of that story? OR DOES anyone have any similar tales whereby some guy was tied up and tickled on his feet. I concur with Allison, this sounds like a hot topic.|
|Movies with bondage|
|I just watched Small Soilders this weekend
and there was a great scene with Kirsten Dunst bound ang gagged on the
floor,if you have any other movie with good gag and bound sences let me
rick at the movies
|i just wanna talk bout tie up games. you
have seen my addy, so plz add me,
hail the king i like ure stories
|Hi i love this site! i ave lds of stories
, if u wanna share them with me email me on email@example.com and
also if u have any pics 2 share id love 2. does anyone know any clean bondage
sites? i just love bieing tied up! anyway hope 2 talk 2 somone soon bye
(also add me on msn if u hav it)
|hey , ok you might take offence to this
but brooke if you have taken offence to my request i appologise.
however there are a large number of people here that are members of my group.
brooke is a stunning girl and i thought i would ask but please do not have a go at me for asking .
i am not harrasing her and i will not mention the subject again.
so dont have a go at me as there was no intention to upset anyone .
so lets just leave it at that .
sincere appologies to brooke
|laura come to my yahoo group , there are
lots of pics to look at .
the group lets people post photo's if they like.
sorry if this message offends anyone but its just for fun.
|Strange way to meet each other|
|This happened 10 days ago.
A month ago my next door neighbours moved
and a new family moved in.
My parents went with their parents a day
to Batavia Stad.
I showed them the house and at 10.45 we ate
something and went upstairs.
I just finished my scentence and they throwed
me on the bed.
Where do you got rope or somethin' ?
Tape, under my bed, I muffled
Duncan got it and tied my hands crossed.
Andy tied my ankles together and putting me in a hog-tie while Duncan sticked
a piece of tape on my mouth.
They went playing Gran Turismo 4 on my PS2
for 2 hours and then they untied me.
|An accident leads to my first bondage experience|
|This happened to me when I was still living
with my parents. With my folks having gone out for the evening, I was home
all alone. My parents had given me a list of chores to do before I could
go out or do anything.
Well, in the process of dusting off some coffee tables, I accidently knocks o ver a very fancy vase that was a very cherished item in our family. My parents, Dad especially loved it.
So now what? Surely I could explain that it was all just an accident. And it really was an accident but I wasn't sure that would fly. My parents would criticize me for being clumsy or even accuse me of doing it on purpose. They knew how much I hated doing those stupid chores.
All of a sudden, there is a knock on the door. It's Harold my dorky neighbor. Harold is sort of a nice guy and a friend. More like a girlfriend than a guy friend even though he is a guy. Harold and I got to be close friends though and he confided in me a lot. In fact, he would tell me things that he would not tell anyone else.
One of his passions was bondage and he had this fetish for putting his hand over my mouth. I let him do it because he seemed to enjoy it, he was a loner and didn't have any real friends and no girl friends. But I also knew he was harmless. So suddenly, I got an idea.
I asked Harold how he always talked about bondage and wanting to tie me up. He nodded and smiled and asked what was up all of a sudden because I had always refused in the past.
So I leveled with Harold. I told him what had happened and that my parents were really going to be upset with me. They may even ground me and not let me talk to Harold for a long time. That got to him. So I told Harold that if I could convince my parents that we had an intruder come in, who broke in and broke that vase, that would get me off the hook. And if they found me tied up, that would be very convincing.
I was of course concerned because I knew how much Harold loved this bondage stuff. He was always telling me about movies that he saw with pretty girls bound and gagged and how much he enjoyed it. And he said he had a fantasy of being tied up by a girl as well. So I made a deal with Harold. I knew that I couldn't effectively self tie myself and make it look believable and one thing I knew for sure was that Harold had the knack for bondage. Or so I assumed and it turned o ut to be correct. So I told Harold that if he would help me out that I would tie him up, not that he minded tying me up either. He was all for it.
So Harold ran to his home which was right next door and hurredly came back with rope and banadanas. I told H arold that the best place to tie me would be right in the living room. Harold suggested using a high back chair from the kitchen. I thought that would be too unfortable and my parents would not be home for at least a couple of hours.
Before we started, I told Harold that I needed to made a run to the bathroom and get a quick snack and a drink since I obviously would not be able to move or eat anything for awhile. I also told Harold to wait for a little while and asked him to help me mess up the house a little so it looked like it was vandalized, but not to break anything. I would have enough to explain the vase.
So we both went around the house, pulling things out of drawers and messing things up. In a way, I was enjoying this. After all the cleaning I had been doing, it was a release.
I grabbed a sandwich and made one for Harold and we both had a drink. As best I could figure, my parents should be home in about an hour or less so I told Harold that now was the time to tie me up. Boy was he excited! His eyes were like saucers and he couldn't wait.
After much deliberation, I agreed on the straight back chair. AS UNCOMFORTABLE AS THAT WOULD BE, it would be far better than having to explain to my parents that I broke that vase or have them figure out that this was a setup. They knew that I was a chicken for pain and that if I had tied myself up, it would be sloopy or I would put myself in as comfortable a position as possible.
So Harold told me to stand upright and put my hands behind my back. He started tying my hands with my hands crisscrossed behind my back. Then he had me sit down in the chair. Now he was tying between my arms and around my shoulders just over my breast. Harold commented how my breast stuck with me tied that way. I started to tell him off, but he quickly put his hand over my mouth and there wasn't anything I could do about it. He held it there for awhile and just stared at me. I started to tell him to move on with the tying but all that came out were mmmpphhhs. Harold got the message though and quickly got back to business.
Harold was running out of rope so grabbed another line and started to tie my legs over the chair and then my feet together. He then grabbed the rope and tied it from my feet to the ropes that interlaced around my torso.
He asked me how it felt. I wiggled and squirmed and said that I was tied and wasn't going anywhere. My parents would be convinced that I couldn't possibly have done this to myself. I thanked him and told him that he better leave before my parents come home and asked him to give me one last sip of my soda before he left.
Harold so gently put the glass up to my mouth and let me drink. I sighed and told him well this is this and thanks. I also told him that I would make good on my promise and that I would tie him up, possibly even the next day. He liked that.
But before leaving Harold said he liked me this way. That he really enjoyed tying me up and was glad that I let him do it. But as he was walking out, Harold suddenly turned around with a bandana and said "I better gag you!"
"No way!" I responded. "I don't want to be gagged"
Harold told me that that would be my decision and he would respect it, but how realistic would it look if my parents came in, found me there and wondered why I wasn't screaming my head off?
So rather reluctantly I told Harold to go
ahead and gag me.
He smiled and left me like that. Now I had
to hope that my parents would be hope on time. And I just had a revelation;
what if some real robbers would happen by and come right in. The door was
open and nothing could prevent them from entering my home and doing God
|(From story in middle of page, by scroll marker.) Why is every one tieng you up in school??? How many times have you gotin tied up in school??? And how many people got caught?|
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|I went to the EXACT middle and found no stirys with such refrence (going up and down 3 posts every way) could you tell us the title or the first sentence of the story so we may see which we are talking about. Or you could give us the the date and time of the post.|
|I must say, Stacy, that your story is one
of the most refreshingly original stories I'd ever seen on this page. It's
very interesting, and I would like to see how it turned out.
Knowing that Harold has a bondage fetish, and that he even commented on how much he likes you tied up; I hope that hasn't put a dent in your friendship. I realize that some people don't want to be too close over certain things.
Please continue your story. I am very interested in hearing the rest.
|Thats why you should use fedex. ;)|
|It's a matter of if you want to post your
experience or not.
This is the internet, and you are as anonymous as you want to be. If you want to post your story, we'd be interested. No-one knows who you are anyway, so don't worry about that.
If you don't want to post your story, I respect that, and I'm sure the group will too.
If people start bugging you in e-mail for stories, you can block them and also report them to their ISPs.
|I have only been here for a few days so I am pretty much reading threw. So I am talking about pretty much In the middle of the page, What happend after home pase teacher bound you?|
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|Dose anyone know how to tie your self up in a sleeping bag i have tried but i cant seem to do it i have a hole bunch of other stories so just tell me how to do this|
|Does anybody have any stories or pics of girls wearing tubesocks or legwarmers?|
Are you talking about my stories of being tied up at school??
If you like it ( or dislike ) please comment.
|Antiad, may i ask how old you are??
|14 i am very small for my age|
what a great storie. is there more? did you ever get revenge? did they ever do this to you again? please post more.
|I tied Up My Baby Sitter|
|This happened to me many years ago when
I was around 9 years old. I was at that time, the only child. So I had
no older brothers or sisters to watch me when my parents went out. So my
parents would often hire a babysitter for me, sometimes my next door neighbor
or someone they knew pretty well.
My Mom had a good friend named Adele and she was my favorite. Adele was only about 17 years old at that time and as I said, I was only nine.
So one nite Adele comes over. I believe it was a saturday nite because my favorite tv show, TJ Hooker was on. I used to love that show and wow, what great bondage they had on there. Pretty Heather Locknear used to get bound and gagged almost every week and I loved it.
My parents made up a list of my favorite tv shows and gave them to Adele. On this nite, Adele was dressed to the hilt. She looked hot. Even as a 9 year old, I was excited. She had tight jeans on and a white sweater with everything hanging out. She had light brown, almost blondish hair which she styled feathered back. She was a real cutie. I wished I was 6-7 years older. But stillhad an idea or two on how I cold have some fun with Adele.
So my parents leave us alone. Adele assures my Mom and Pop that she will take real good care of me. Yeah!
So once my parents leave and Adele and I are alone, Adele askes me what I'D LIKE TO DO. I just smiled and wanted to let her know what I really wanted to do. But at 9 years old, no chance.
Then I remembered that TJ Hooker would be on at 8pm. It was 7:30pm so 1/2 hr to go.
She asked me why I like TJ Hooker so much and I told her like most kids, I really enjoyed a cop show. I was hesitant to tell her about my appeal towards Heather Locknear and bondage.
Little did I know at the time, but Adele was into bondage herself and she had planned to tie me up. She went out to her car and came back with a grocery bag. I asked her what was in the bag and she just smiled and said that I would find out soon.
Since I already eat, I refused Adeles offer to make me a sandwich but did say I would like a drink which I pronounced dwink.
She would squeeze my cheeks or pinch them and tell me how cute I was.
So Adele gets me a drink and we both sat in front of the tv. I don't remember anymore what was on but I did remind her that TJ Hooker would be on at 8pm. Adele assured me that she would turn that on for me at 8pm and meanwhile she just flipped the channels.
Then Adele looked me in the eye and asked me i f I was in the mood for a little fun. I nodded like a 9 year old would nod and she started to put her hands inside the bag. She pulled out a rope. I was looking and was quite confused and surprised. Later, I would find out that she wanted to tie me up and had planned to bring her boyfriend over while I was out of the way.
So Adele asked me if I was ever tied up. I looked at her and nodded no. Adele assured me that it would be fun and I would love it. I started to get nervous and was almost crying. Secretly, I h ad something else on my mind and was a great actor, even at 9.
So Adele indicates that there would be nothing to be scared about. That I could trust her and that it would be just me and her.
So I said that I didn't want to miss TJ Hooker and asked her how long she would keep me tied up. She said only for a short while and that she would keep me close to the tv and would turn TJ Hooker on so I wouldn't miss anything.
I started to say okay but then came up with an idea. I told her it would be okay as long as I could tie her up first. She had a surprised look on her face and more or less said that she didn't think I would know anything about how to tie somebody.
I told her that I had a friend in the Cub Scouts who showed me the knots. Now she was concerned and asked me how much my friend showed me. I just said that it was basic and that I couldn't even tie a knot. Was too loose.
She liked that and smiled, but it was a lie. I was better than that and Adele was about to find this out.
So Adele says okay to being the first to get tied. She no doubt figured that I would fail miserably. Boy was she in for a surprise. Aside from TJ Hooker, I also watched BJ and The Bear, The Dukes of Hazzard, Knight Rider and more all of which had bondage on. I also used to watch through my parents through the keyhole and boy was my dad good at tying my mom up! And there was my buddy the cub scout. Of course I never told Adele how experienced I really was.
So Adele says when do you want to start. I said how about right now so I can get you tied up before TJ Hooker comes on. I then told her that because I was inexperienced, it might take me awhile so I wanted an early start. She just laughed and agreed.
Adjoining the parlor whichis where Adele and I were was a living room with a table all set up and classy chairs. This was my parents favorite room. And I figured as good a place as any, better than in the kitchen. It was also away fron the front door and windows in the kitchen so we could have some privacy.
I asked Adele to sit on the chair and put her hands behind her back. She was able to reach backward around the chair and get her hands close together. I gently started tying her hands, very loosely. Adele just giggled and said that this would be easy to break out of and then started to make a wager with me. The way this would work is I would tie her and as soon as she broke loose, she would tie me. Then as I broke loose, I could tie her again and so on and so forth. So now I started to think that maybe I didn't want to get tied. And I liked how girls looked getting tied up. Heather Locknear, Catherine Bach and the other chics. I especially liked them when they were gagged. I didn;t tell Adele this though.
So I continued tying Adele up wrapping the rope gently around her arms and inbetween openings in the chair. So far, it was a very loose tie and Adele knew this.
I then reached inside Adeles bag and found somemore rope. I started to tie Adele's feet. Meanwhile Adele was testing the ropes around her arms and torso and just giggling. They were so loose that they almost fell off. But I wasn't done yet!
So as I held one end of the rope that supportted her torso and the other end that had her feet tied I asked her how she felt. She just laughed and said that she was impressed how good a job I did and that she would never get loose. I knew she was lying, so I dropped the one line of rope leading to her bound feet and with both hands pulled on the line that had her torse tied. The ropes immediately snapped tight and Adele groaned and yelled "Hey!!!" She tested her ropes now and realized that she was in tight. I then did the same thing with her bound feet.
Now I asked her hows that? She moaned and tried to break loose but there was no going. I looked inside her bag and noticed that she had more rope. So I made a loop and now started to tie her around the chair from shoulders down. With what rope was left, I tied her upper thighs to the top of the chair.
Adela yelled and asked me how I learned to tie so well. I told her TJ Hooker and my Cub Scout Buddy. As I continued to tie her up, Adele was asking to be released. I looked at her and said no way. We're just starting.
Once I was done I asked her to try to break loose. The deal was, that if she could break loose, she could then tie me up. She strained and made an awful face but it was no go. Adele looked down at her feet and saw coils of rope. She tried to move her feet and legs, nothing. It was like steel. She looked at me surprised and asked me again where I learned to tie so well and don;t say TJ Hooker. So I admitted that I watched my parents a lot peeping through the keyhole and that my parents had a chair very similiar to this one in their bedroom.
Adele asked me how much I saw. I told her as soon as it got wild, I would go because I was afraid that my Dad would walk out and catch me.
Adele was ready to surrender and was about to aske me to untie her. Before she could, I said that we should have somemore fun. But...I looked at the clock and it was 8pm. TJ Hooker is coming on.
Adele yells to me to come over and not leave her like this. I told her that I was only going to the the other room and besides, what could she do about it?
So I turned on TJ Hooker, the music was playing and the credit were rolling. Heather Locknear hits her famous pose or series of poses. Meanwhile Adele is yelling so I turned the volume up.
Adele is wiggling and squirming and straining against the ropes, all to no avail. So she sighs and asks me to untie her.
I tell her I can't, TJ Hooker is just starting and this is a first run show (this was the early 80's) Now she was getting mad.
"If you don't untie me know David, do you know what I am going to do you?"
I just laughed and told her I could care less because she wasn't in a position to do anything to me and she h ad better think what she would tell my parents if I left her like that untill they got home in a few hours.
She looked amazed! "You wouldn't!"
I just smiled and said, "Yes I would and I will."
A commercial finally came on and I started to look inside Adele's bag to see what else she had in there. Nothing that I could see was useful for what I wanted to do.
I noticed that Adele had a scarf around her neck. I removed it and gently held in my hands. Adele looked at me and asked what I was going to do with this. I was thinking, but a little gunshy to follow through. I moved the tv set closer to where Adele was. TJ Hooker was back on and this was an episode where a Japanese girl gets kidnapped, bound and gagged. Heather, we would find out gets the same later in the show.
I looked at Adele and told her that I really liked watching TJ Hooker, BJ and The Bear, Knight Rider, The Dukes of Hazzard and so on because I really enjoyed seeing the girls bound and gagged.
Then I looked at her and said that I wanted to gag her. Besides, she was getting too loud and I had the tv turned up to the max.
She looked at me and said "No you don't mister...mmmppphhh."
Too late. I put the scarf as a OTM detective gag but alas I was to find out that what is represented on tv is not always real. The scarf muted Adele to some extent, but I could stillhear her and she reminded me of that. I could make her calling me a stupid little kid and that I didn;t know what I was doing.
So I went back to watch TJ Hooker, now that the commercial was over. I saw the japanese chic again and on closer look, noticed that she was in what I was to find out is a cleave gag. I prefer the OTM type but was dissappointed on how ineffective it was. So while I was watching the show, I unggaged Adele, rolled the scarf up and then cleave gagged her. This worked much better. But I could still h ear her. So I lossened up the gag and then yanked on it making it real tight. Adele's head yanked backwards with the force.
Now she was mmmppphhhing but this worked much better. SO i TURNS DOWN the tv to a more normal volume level. There is a knock on the door. It was my nosey neighbor. He heard the tv so loud and wanted to make sure everything was okay. From where Adele was in relation to the front door, my neighbor could not see her, thank God. So I just told him that I had the tv on and accidently turned it too loud. He asked me where my parents were and I told them that they went out but my aunt was here. He asked where, and I told him that she was up in the bathroom. Finally he left.
After another commercial, I got another idea. Like I said, I like the OTM type of gag although the cleave gag is more effective. So I went upstairs to get some things from the bathroom and my parents room. I had found some duct tape, some coloring and makeup from my Mom's room and my old cowboy hat.
I removed the cleave gag and quickly put the tape over Adele's pretty mouth. This worked as good as the cleave gag but gave the cosmetic look that I wanted. Adele mmmpppphhheed so I applied another piece right above the first piece and then one more just below the first piece. Adele was mmmpphhiing but barely audible.
I then my Mom's makeup out and started to paint and powder allover Adele's pretty face. I got too close to her nose and she sneezed. I painted her face up to make her look like my impression of an Indian and then put my cowboy hat on. I heard the music from TJ Hooker to coming on so went back into the room and watched my show although suddently the tv show lost interest and I was more interested in my own DID.
|nice one David|
|Cute story, David. What happened next? Were more tie-ups (of her or of you) involved?|
|Hey cassie...guess you started having interest at about the same time as me. I also love red-heads..... Anyways....if you feel like it, go ahead and e-mail me and we could switch stories or whatnot....|
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Would love someone to chat with, no one around here.
|Nice story, but did she get revenge?|
|We have a week vacation now and me and a
couple of friends called: Kevin(14), Justin(14), Andy(15), Duncan(15) went
to the forest to play a game called Hunter.
You gotta catch each other and tie them up
in your territory.
Continue later, need to go. Cya.
I forgot to say, we also had a pocket knife
in our back pocket.
We set up our territory and spreaded out
over the forest.
Later on I saw Duncan coming back with Andy ( his own twin-brother). He tied him to another tree, exactly the same way.
I dont know what happened later on, but about 1.5 to 2 hours later he came back, untied us and we went all 5 to my house. There happened something too, but I'll tell you later.
|So we got into my house and Kevin said,
hey I got a cool game at home, I'll get it. So he went home and we set
up a trap. He came walking back and we opened the door Duncan and Andy
were hidden and Kevin walked past them. Wait here, I said. Need to get
something from the kitchen. So I walked downstairs while Duncan and Andy
jumped up from behind, handgagging Kevin. Justin got the tape and taped
his wrists together.
We dragged him upstairs to my room and taped
him to a wooden chair with legs and arms.
Then we dragged the chair into a corner and tickled him there for 30 min. We untied him and played his game.
|How old Are you Daniel?|
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|I'm 14 years old.|
|Daniel, Are you German?|
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|Does any one know where I can find some pics of girls bound and gagged wearing tight necklaces around the neck? ex. chokers, ribbons, etc. please let me know.|
|Daniel, I the middle of the page when you say If I was talking about you getting tied up in school, I was really talking about bondage Heather. But I would like to here more about yours too.|
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|Summer of Fun Conclusion|
|Hello again everyone, I'm sorry for disappearing
without finishing my story, but I've been extremely busy, and have not
gotten to use the computer for recreational purposes in quite a while.
But I'm back for now, so I will continue. When I last left off, Amy was
tied on her sister's bed, and though I had found her, I still needed to
find Heather's hat to win the game.
I stood for several minutes inside the closet at the base of the stairs until I heard Heather heading back up to check on her sister. I had searched all the previous rooms and not found a thing, and since the only closed off area on the main level was a bathroom, I knew I needed to head to the basement. I quietly exited the closet and crossed the floor to the basement stairs and headed down them as fast as I could without making a racket. A quick search of the basement main area yielded nothing, and as I was entering one of the two rooms, I heard the door open. I quickly dashed inside and shut the door. I was pretty sure she hadn't heard me, and I decided to take a risk. Dropping to my hands and knees, I looked underneath the door into the outer area. I braced myself, ready to try and hide if I saw Heather coming my way, but she instead walked right past the door and to the other room. 'The hat must be in the other room.' I thought to myself, and I waited for several minutes. She finally exited the room, and without even checking the room I was in, headed back upstairs. As soon as I heard the door creak closed, I exited the room and headed for what I now thought for sure was the hat room. I looked all around the room however, and turned up nothing. I was sure that Heather was coming back soon however, so I turned to exit the room, and there, hanging on the back of the door, was Heather's cap. "Score." I said to myself as I grabbed it and exited the room, quickly heading upstairs and entering the closet near the top floor staircase just as Heather came thundering by. But I had to work quickly, as I knew that when she saw the hat gone, her patrol would quickly step up.
As soon as I heard the basement door open, I risked stepping out of the closet, and I was lucky, as she didn't notice. I headed upstairs quick as I could, and began to untie Amy's ankles. "I got the hat, but she'll notice and start looking for me." I said as I finished untying her feet and helped her up. I took off her blindfold and helped her to walk. "We gotta get to the closet downstairs, I'll untie you once we're somewhere else." I quickly hustled Amy downstairs, and before I could get the closet open, I heard footsteps coming from the basement, and they sounded as though the person was running. I quickly lifted Amy a couple inches of the ground and dashed into the living room, rounding the corner just as Heather went bursting past us. Now all that stood between us and the outdoors was about 50 feet worth of walking, and so I lifted Amy into a more comfortable position, and made a mad dash for the door. We had done it. No sooner than I got out to the garage, Amy started to grunt underneath her gag again. I quickly untied the pillowcase from over her mouth and removed the tape once more. "Victory is mine!" I said (I was obsessed with Stewie from Family Guy). "The super spy always wins!" Amy giggled. "And don't forget me!" She said. "The trusty damsel, it wouldn't be a spy game without one."
Amy and I continued to chat while I untied her fully, and then after putting Heather's cap on my head as a bragging sign, we went back inside. "We win Heather!" We both called out, and she came barging up from the basement. "Aww man, I was afraid you'd already gotten out... oh well, lets play again!" Amy shook her head. "Not right now, I just wanna relax. How about tommorow instead? And this time, I wanna be the spy!"
"Fine, fine." Heather said, looking a little disappointed. "Then this time I'll be the prisoner.. and Dave can be the guard." I nodded. "Fine by me." I said, trying to be nonchalant, but really, I couldn't wait for the next day to come.
Hope you guys liked my story, I know it wasn't terribly good, but if you want to hear more from me, just let me know, I've had a couple other experiences.
|Long time reader|
|No i am not german. I'm dutch, but I do speak german pretty well.|
|Long time reader, nice story, fun to read.
Hope to hear some more of your stories
|Anyone have clean sits of girls tied up and gagged and barefoot?|
|hey guys im back
sorry for the long time no see
|Welcome back Steven.|
|Alright, I've got a quick question or two
about tying yourself up.
1) How can you even tie your hands up (Preferably in front)? I barely know any knots you can do.
2) How can you tie your hands so that they're not super loose and you can break out of them, but still be able to cut the rope/string/yarn/etc. later?
Also, for some of the new posts, can some of your guys try to spell better? People don't want to read a story that's a wall of text and where every other word is mispelled. Typos and grammar issues are alright here and there, but in half of the post? I'll just skip over it when I read it, along with most other people.
|When you have grammar-issues you cant really do anything about it... I know it is maybe hard to read.|
|1) How can you even tie your hands up (Preferably
in front)? I barely know any knots you can do.
Take rope and wrap it around one wrist loosely and leave a gap so you can insert your other hand. Insert your hand and grip one end of the rope with your fingers while you grab the other end with your teeth. Then just pull. It will make it tight and you have to use your fingers and mouth to tie a knot.
2) How can you tie your hands so that they're not super loose and you can break out of them, but still be able to cut the rope/string/yarn/etc. later?
|The most effective way I know to tie yourself
up securely is spread eagled on the bed. You set up two or even one tie
for you feet and secure them and then set up two ties for your hands. You
can merely slip your hands in and pull and presto. Your tied. There are
other ways as well. This one is the easiest.
CAUTION: Never do this when you are alone or at least leave a little play in one of the ties for your hands so at least one hand can be broken loose. And I mentioned ties because mens ties or even a womens panty hose can be used very effectively for this.
One more time, exercise caution. I have heard reports of police who have found people dead from self bondage. Always leave yourself an out or at the very least, make sure you have a safety partner.
But then again, if you can find a partner, why do you even need self bondage? For me the exhilaration is so much better when I am being tied by someone. And then the teasing really gets me going. You would be surprised how easy you can find a partner if you just look. I found one partner in a book store rear, you guessed, bondage books. I picked one up and stood right next to her. We starting talking about the books and one thing led to another and we had a good, clean time. Bondage doesn't have to be dirty either. So if you are having trouble finding a partner, go to a book store. That may help you as it helped me.
AND...I can't emphasize it enough, SELF-BONDAGE is dangerous. Always make sure you exercise caution. Have someone around or leave yourself an exit.
|when me and my gf were at the movies seeing
dukes of hazzard we sat right at the back in the dark. as the movie got
under way i felt some furry circles on my hand and u would never guess
wat she did. emily had 2 pairs of furry hndcffs and she had cuff me to
the drinks holder on either side. she then got some tape and gagged me
so all through the movie i couldn't talk. then it got to the end and she
took the tape of and kissed me. after the movie we went home and had some
fun,( if u know wat i mean).
will post again soon
|Thanks Zack! That's an easy way of doing
it, and it works for what I like. Just light stuff.
And Malcolm, your way is good too, but I don't want to be found by my sister or my dad. Thanks anyways.
|Last summer I bruised my ankle and wrist.
This morning, I joined my grandfather at work and helped him. We needed to take a 1000 kg thing apart.
The huge thing landed on my left foot.
Now it is broken and I can't tie someone up anymore...
|hey i have been looking for a place where i can find stories of girls tying guyes and puting makeup on them and other stuff. if you know of one please post|
|any more sock stories?|
|Abducted Part 1|
|Note: This story is written by all of us
indicating what happened. Alysha will be telling the story though....
It was Halloween 04 and we were all out to
a party. We are all 13 and all dressed up like fairy's in skirts,
We had the absolute time of our lives at
the party...but that would all change soon as the party ended and we had
As we left the party at 11:30 PM, a group
of kids around 10 of them approached us from behind. We thought they were
15 minutes later the van door opened and we were blindfolded and told to walk to the door. They then led us down a flight of stares into a room. The floor was icy on our barefeet as well.
We were then bound with rope at our breasts,
wrists, and bare ankles. A cord was also tied around our necks attached
The balls were soon taken out of our mouths and soon silenced by a cleave gags of bandannas. Each of us had a different color.
Then our captors left. It was around midnight now and our parents were expecting us home...plus we had school the next morning.
We all stuggled rigoursly, but Alysha managed
to get her barefeet free around 1:30 AM. Then we heard the captor
TO BE CONTINUED
|Alysha, Alex, Megan, Danielle, Stephanie, and Sarah|
|The First Time,|
|Hey! I just played my first game of bondage.
It was me and my friends, Denszell(12), Cody(11),Johnathin(12-13 not sure
lol) me ofcouse(11) And myles(11). We first split up into teams,like usuall.
After about a min of planing we split up.
I was the first one to be caught. He took the hand cuffs and keys I had in my pocket and used them against me. Then he tied my ankles together with rope. That was our secound game that day so myles had left.he held me in a full-nelson position,denszell then came up behind him and put him in a headloch, cody untied me and we took him back to my trampilene out back.He would not stop strugling And finnaly got him self lose, Then ran like hell. After a couple mins he came back and him and cody caught us.(Like always) They just had to hand cuff me, And teid us both up. They gaged denszell pretty good, but My tape was a lil lose. They used a spare shirt on denszell though. After a while cody had a plan to let me lose. I was tied up on top the tramplaine. Along with denszell, Johnathin was watching denszell so I turned around and he untied my feet then I turned again and he took the tape of my mouth. Then I got up and cody and me took of running with no time to help denszell. By that time the damn handcuffs were cutting of my circulation and hurt like hell. He caught me again andwith how wierd he is gave me and denszell noogies for 5 mins. After that he untied me and denszell and we went inside. He had to go home. And the same with cody. Denszell and bass both are probably stayin the night. Well bass for sure. I do not know about denszell. But out of it all there will probably be another bondage game tonight, and deffinetly tommorow. Tell ya then. see ya!
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|Hey everyone, I created a site that's all about clean self bondage. You can visit it, but it is having some problems right now.|
|Hey guys, our story will be continued tomorrow. Thanks for the enjoyment.|
|NO GOOD STORIES|
|This is absolutley ridiculous.... does anyone have any good stories? I foyu do so plz post them... i might as well go back to old post and read the good ones. PLZ GOOD STORIES STEP FWD... THE REST OF YOU STUFF IT!|
|Hey, I don't see you contributing with any stories. People here are recounting personal experiences (or they're supposed to be), and I don't think they'd be very appreciative of you insulting their stories just cause you don't like them. If they aren't "good enough" for you, then don't read them.|
|Long time reader|
|Anano, I agree with long time reader, So what if you don't agree! Maybee other people do, I for one enjoy the bondage stories. So you could just go screw yourself!|
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|great site more hand gag stories please|
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Ben, what are "furry handcuffs" and "drinks holders"?
Alysha, Alex, Megan, Danielle, Stephanie
and Sarah, flip-flops on bare feet on October 31?!? I hope you
girls live Down-Under--- ;) Anyway, please continue.
|To Andy V|
|furry handcuffs are handcuffs with hairs
on them and they dont hurt.
Drink holders are things were you can put you drink in. Then you dont have to hold them in your hand.
You got them in cars, cinema´s and loads of other places.<
I hope I helped you out.
|He did not know what a drink holder is??? It is obviouse, It holds your drinks,lol.|
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|Dust????? What are you trying to say?
You're french right?
Aller ensuite avec ton récit, sil vous plait.
|hi there, for tape gag lovers visit http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/project_tapegag, feel free to post yours pictures, stories & stuff. by the way, awesome site Canuck|
|kidnapped boy started to post a story not to long ago he didnt finish and i have to say one thing, you are have probly the best stories in the world besides the way you describe them i mean... plz post the rest|
|Abducted Part 2|
|@ Andy_V, it's very hot were we live..:P
Anyway, alysha quickly hid here barefeet as the captor (in a jason mask) came in. He saw alysha and demanded her to lay flat. He then saw her feet freed and rushed over, removed the cord holding her to the wall and grabbe her.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHH!!!!!" Alysha tried to yell out through her gag, but it was too late. The rest of us listened in shock on what happened. All we knew is that we needed to get out.
So for bout a hour, we struggled so hard. The Alex got her hands untied and undid the cord. She then layed on her stomach and got her blindfold off but the gag stayed put. She then untied stephanie who got the rest of us free. The gags went off last becuase they were the tightest, we couldn't even get them off, we just pulled them down around our necks.
We then walked around barefoot through the cold halls searching for Alysha and hoping to not get caught. The creepiest feelings over came us....
Then we reached a door. We opened it and
to our suprise, Alysha layed on the table, hogtied, gagged with duct tape
We rushed in to save her until we heard..."Get them!"
TO BE CONTINUED
|Alysha, Alex, Megan, Danielle, Stephanie, and Sarah|