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This month's stories: *** indicates Canuck's picks Our version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (m+f+/f) - Cheri
Kidnapped for Halloween (f+/m, m/f) - The Walkster
Brotherly Love (m+/ff) - Karen
At School Again (m+/m) - Daniel
Texas Chainsaw Massacre Our Version (m+/ff) - Cheri
Brotherly love Cont (m+/ff) - Karen
Texas Chainsaw Massacre---Our Version cont'd (m+/ff) - Cheri
First tie up experience (f+/m) - Joseph
Babysitter into bondage part 1 (f/m) - ...
Second Tie Up: Getting Supposed Revenge (m/f, f+/m) - Joseph
Too Much Self Bondage (m, self) - tieuptight
Outmatched Operative (m+/m+) - Chris ***
Basement Trouble (f+/m) - Jason
Long term bondage discussion
Trapped self... (m, self) - Tigon
One Screw Up (mm/m) - Shaun
Haunted House (f/m) - Majeur
Tied by Girlfriend (f/m) - Daniel
Tag Team (f/m) - daveyboy
A Very Long Weekend (m+/mm) - tied up victim
My Bondage Experience (self) - The 12 year old
Kristen (m/f) - Scott Greer
5 on 1 Part 3 (f/f) - Sandra Davis
The Tie Up Night (m+f+/m+f+) - tieuptight
At school AGAIN... (but now it's my turn) (m+/m) - Daniel
Texas Chainsaw Massacre - our version (m+/ff) - Cheri
A Very Long Weekend part 3 (m/m) - tied up victim
One of my favorites (m+/m) - DJ
My first Tie-up! (ff/mm) - CoreyX
Monkey Bar Mischief (F/m) - mischief
Cousin Bondage (m/m) - dann
hmm can't think of one (f/m) - the ME ***
Chair Bondage (discussion) - Bound Guy Hawaii
Links to good sites - tugsman888
My experience (m/ff) - evilian
Birthday Surprise! (mm/f) - Bridget
Tied up Game to Try (game) - Boy4me2c
Tied by Choice (m/m) - Shaun
In the Pale Moonlight: Outmatched Operatives (f/m, m+/m+) - Chris ***
Tied Up (m/ff) - John
Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Our Version cont'd (m+/f+) - Cheri
Tied by my brother (m/m) - Tom
The 5 day kidapp of my boyfriend (m/ff) - Christy
Scout Games with Dads (m+/M+, m+/m) - Austin
Tied Up with Mom (mmm/F, mm/Fm) - wisonsin dude28
How Aunt Kay dealt with my little 'accident' (F/m) - Graham uk
help my boyfriend tied me up part two (m/ff) - Christy
My Birthday (Part 1) (mmff/m) - The Walkster ***
Vacant House Tie-Up (m/m) - ASTUG
Don't use the bathroom (mf/f, ff/m) - jason
Tied Up (mm/m) - john
Kidnapped at School (m+/fm) - Laura
My Birthday (Part 2) (m/f, f+/mmf) - The Walkster ***
Kidnapped at School 2 (m+/fm) - Laura
My Girlfriend's First Time (m/f) - Moptop22
The 7:00 Movie (ff/m) - t-man ***
Sexy Girl Tied and Gagged (m/f) - luke vivian
Just Happened (f/m) - Daniel
Hot Babysitter n Friends (fff/m) - dave
Girls Liked Being Tied Up (m/ff) - ledzepp89
Frightened (m/m) - aussieroper
The Best B-Day Gift (mm/f) - J Constantine ***
Fun Yesterday (m/f) - Steven
The Shackle Bonds (f/f) - Miss Ankle
Phil's Punishment (m+/m) - Nicholas H ***
Over Thanksgiving (Part 1) (m+/f+) - The Walkster
Party Time (m+/ff) - kathy
Don't Trust Sister (f+/m) - tieduptight
Revenge on Sister and Friends (m/f+) - tieuptight
The Kidnapping of Clanci (m/f) - Unknown_Agent
Captured for the Weekend... (m/f) - Laura
Their Turn (fff/m) - tieuptight
Bound and Loving it (ff/f) - Hillary
Phil's Punishment (continued) (m+/m) - Nicholas H ***
Captured for the Weekend part two (m/f) - Laura
|Hi, im new here...im a "villain" from italy...hope
write my stories for the room...but depends from my english language :)
Oh...if "lucia" oh the months of june is here and read...are you italian, Lucia?
To soon roomies, ...maybe i write my adventures...if my english is good.
|sorry my bad|
|Our version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre|
|Many years ago ago, a bunch of us got together
on a Halloween night to create our version of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
and for once I wasn't the victim.
We had this shy girl Diane that would be our target. Diane was sweet, cute looking gal that the guys loved to hate. They loved to hate her because she was so cute and also so aloof. These guys didn't understand shyness and thought she was just stuck on herself. So some of the guys decided to play a nasty trick on her.
One of the guys was a guy named George. His parents had a cottage near a lake in a small town about 10 miles away from where we lived at that time near Lake Michigan.
The trick was to invite Diane to a Halloween party and we called upon the only person that Diane trusted, her only close friend, a girl named Nancy.
Most of the guys were in the cottage home with George's buddy, Bruce cleverly outside the cottage with a mask on like the freak in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and he had a chainsaw.
So Diane finally arrived with Nancy. She came in and rather shyly tried to interact with someof the people. I was getting nervious for Diane because having been through a similiar drill but also being an outgoing and fun loving person was able to handle it. I wasn't sure if even I could handle this one. Let alone Diane. So I talked to some of the guys and expressed my concerns and said we need to be as careful as possible.
We had the usual Halloween things around. A bowl of candy, some soft drinks and some harder stuff too. I started thinkingt hat perhaps we should get Diane to drink a little to get her loosened up a little. Nancy agreed.
I tried to talk to Diane and found that she would give quick, very abrupt answers and walk away. Several guys tried to put the moves on her, same result, only even quicker. This was amazing to me that here was a very attractive girl who could get any guy she wanted. We girls were envious and the guys were disgusted at being brushed off all the time.
So after a short while, George nodded to us and indicated that it was time. I was bracing hoping that Diane would get through this okay.
All of a sudden we heard
The chainsaw had started up and Bruce entered with his mask on. He made a swipe towards one of the guys who methodologically fell down while stategically spilling a carefully concealed package of ketchep all over himself to make it look like he was bleeding. The guys satrted to run and yell and the girls started to scream. Nancy grabbs Diane and heads out the back door. I was to stay behind.
With Nancy and Diane all by themselves, all they could hear was what appeared to be screams of terror and that horrific chainsaw sound
We would find out later via Nancy that Diane was genuinely scared. Even Nancy was scared and she was in on it!
Outside were two more guys who grab Diane and Nancy tying and gagging them both and throwing them into a truck. Funny thing was that Nancy was not made aware of this! Now she was genuinely scared. The girls were also blindfolded and went for a ride around the back roads and brought back to this cottage although thet didn't know it was the same cottage.
All the guys went out back and in the their place were skeletons and what appeared to be body parts.
Now both Nancy and Diane were put on the floor and their feet were tied. We had costumes on and hoods covering our heads.
Now The Chainsaw man comes in and RMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Blindfolds were removed and the look in even Nancy's face was intense fear. She had thought that something had gone wrong. We had made a change of plans and figured that no real friend would subsject heir friend to something like this so why not include Nancy in the game too?
The chainsaw man played it up to the hilt. He would grab bodyparts and saw them away and laugh in a maniacal fashion. He would also carefully but delliberately swipe hsi chainsaw close to both of the girls.
He looked over at Nancy and in a sinister voice said do you want to be first. Nancy mmmmppphhhed through her gag and shook her head no. So then he asked if she wanted Diane to be first. Again Nancy shook her head no. We looked over at Diane and noticed that she was genuinely scared and almost ready to cry.
As the chainsaw man approached Diane, she
moved her head away. The chainsaw man grabbed Diane by her cheek and said
Now Diane was puzzled. The voice had gone from sinister to one that she thought she recognized. Nancy seemed relieved too. And so were we. They played it as far as I was comfortable with. Nancy started to smile.
The chainsaw man took off his mask and of course Diane recognized that it was Bruce. The others took off their hoods and now Nancy sighed.
Bruce looked over at the still tied and gagged Diane and said that this was all of Nancy's doing. She wasn't only in on the whole thing but planned it.
Nancy still tightly gagged was unable to say anything different.
Bruce asks Diane if she would like a little revenge on her best friend and Diane nods yes! Nancy has this look in her eyes like "Oh no!"
|Nice story Cheri!
Did Diane get revenge on her?
Like to her more from you.
|just wondering.why is it only us guys like getting hand gagged. do girls ever get handgagged by girls. if you have storys let us know|
|To Eric RE: Handgags|
|I have posted some handgag stories here
put on me by both guys and gals. Yes, we love to get handgagged and gagged
|TO Daniel: RE: Texas Chainsaw Massacre-Our Version!|
|Thank you and glad you enjoyed the story.
Yes Diane did get revenge. Would you like to know how?
Ciao BondageSpy, I'm Italian too. Feel free to email me if & when you wish.
|Cheri's Handgag Stories Superb!|
|Thank you so much for your excellent handgag stories posted here, Cheri. They are so well-written, vivid, and refreshingly detailed. You and your handgag stories are a breath of fresh air to this site. I absolutely love them and I know others do too. Please tell us some more good handgag stories. Do you have any F/f handgag stories? Or maybe some F/m? I especially enjoy your F/f ones. The ones in the movie theater are terrific, but the one with the UPS man will be hard to beat. Especially loved the gagtalk and Sally's handgag. Thanks again for a superb job and PLEASE keep posting! We need more stories like yours, Cheri.|
|I'd love to hear the revenge.|
|I agree with daniel and them! That was a real good story !May we hear what happens please?|
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|Alysha, Alex, Megan, Danielle, Stephanie, and Sarah|
|Alysha, Alex, Megan, Danielle, Stephanie, and Sarah. First of all where is your secound postage? And secound of all What happend next?|
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|Daniel, Ok I did not see your postage at the top telling me your were duetch and was about to ask you again. lol. any way Thats All I wanted to know. Oh and If you want to instant message with me and someone I know who is german than give me your email And I will send it. It is totally free! It is called Skype.|
|Kidnapped for Halloween|
|This just recently happened over, you guessed
it, halloween. A lot of people in my grade now view me as the kid who gets
tied up a lot, from stories they've heard, or times they've tied me up.
So this halloween, they played a prank on me.
My girlfriend was organizing a party with her friends, and she, obviously, invited me. However, she told me to come a few hours early to help set up. I agreed. The party started at 8, and I arrived at 5. She had four friends with her. I helped set up, and at around 7:15, right as I was walking out of the bathroom, I get tackled from behind. My girlfriend(let's call her G)'s friends were holding me down, and my girlfriend jumped around to the front and shoved a ballgag in my mouth. (She has used this on me before, and she knew I didn't like them, but darn it, they worked.)
They stripped me to my underwear, blindfolded me, and secured me to a chair with duct tape, and left me in the closet with the promise of "plans" for me. Occasionally someone would pop in to tease me, but since I was blindfolded, I couldn't tell who.
Finally, I heard the party starting. I 'mmmph'ed as much as I could but I couldn't be heard. After what must have been an hour I heard the room get quiet and one of G's friends talking. Everyone cheered, and I felt the closet doors open. The chair was pulled out, and there I was, sitting in front of an unknown number of people, bound and gagged in my boxers. G's friend addressed the crowd like an announcer. Their plans were they were going to let people take turns picking out costumes for me to wear. I began to struggle harder, and everyone started laughing.
Someone picked a costume, and I was pulled out of the main lounge into my girlfriend's room, and into her walk in closet. She removed the blindfold and showed me what I would be wearing, snickering. I 'mmmph'ed futily, as she undid the duct tape and slid me into the costume. It was a prom dress, or something like one. My hands obviously couldn't go through the sleeves, to the rested behind my back inside the costume. G put something in it to make it look like I had boobs, then re-blindfolded me, re-secured me to the chair, put a wig on me, and dragged me back out.
Everyone started cracking up. I heard cameras going off, and now I was pissed. This continued for a good while until finally they got bored (I assume) and left me in G's room. After what must have been a half hour at least, someone came in. It was a good friend of mine. He undid the gag, blindfold and cuffs(which he got the keys to through one of G's friends), then helped me undo the tape. Unfortunatly, my clothes could not be found, but I knew how to find them.
My friend snuck back out into the party unnoticed, and I waited in the room for about an hour and a half, until finally the party was over and everyone was gone. My girlfriend came in to check on me, as I had hoped. I closed the door quickly but quietly, pulled her hands back and slapped the cuffs on, then quickly whirled her around and gagged her with the ballgag. Her eyes were so wide it was funny as I layed her down on the bed. I rummaged around her room but found no duct tape, so I just used some of her clothes to tie her legs and ankles with, and to secure her arms to the sides of her body.
I asked her where my clothes were, tickled her, asked again, etc., giving the cliched but oh so fun "What, I can't understand you." line to her as she tried to speak through the gag. Finally I removed it, and she spat out "Kitchen...o....on table...." through the laughter. I kissed her then regagged her, and double checked to see if her friends were still here. It looked as though they had left. I quickly ran, grabbed them, then ran back in. She was flailing madly on the bed, and, after I finished changing back into my clothes, I blindfolded her, picked her up over my shoulder, and walked her to my house like this. Luckily it was pretty late, so no one saw me, but when I got home I carefully avoided my parents and carried her up to my room.
I layed her on the bed, and went downstairs to get some ice. I came back up to find her right where I left her. I pushed a cube up her shirt into her belly button, and kissed her on the cheek as she squirmed about. Once it was melted, I tickled her on her cold stomach for a good while. I pulled her shirt up enough to expose her midrif and allow me access to her armpits, then used some of my clothes to hogtie her. I iced and tickled her feet, stomach, sides, armpits, and face(she's got a very ticklish face, don't ask why.) for a good while, then finally stopped and let her get her bearings.
I removed her from the hogtie, put her back over my shoulder, and walked her back to her house. I put her down on her bed, and removed her blindfold and gag. She laughed and said we were even. I kissed her and told her not quite yet, then I replaced the gag, tucked her in still tied, and left. Her parents would be home in an hour or two to find her, and if not, in the morning when she didn't get up for school.
Today she told me she had to convince her parents she did that to herself, and dropped a hint of a TUG in the near future, so I'll see if I have any stories to report.
|i want some more sock stories.|
|I am now 32 years old, married with 3 children.
My husband and I experiment with bondage from time to time. I am usually
the one who gets it, as it has been a learned behavior of mine for years.
My tie up experiences started in 9th grade and lasted until I was 17 at
the hands of my brother and his buddies.
In my youth I was the same as now, 5'5 110-125 lbs, red hair, green eyes. My brother Jim is 2 years older and has always been fat and ugly with fat ugly friends. Jim was always jealous of my dating life, and his friends hated the fact I would not date them. As a result, I was frequently kidnapped and tied up by them. I would never tell on them because Jim always had some kind of blackmail to share with my parents.
The first time I was victimized I was only 15 years old. One of Jim's fat friends, Eric, asked me to his Junior homecoming dance. I told him no, and ended up getting asked by another guy from our school. Since my parents would not let me date yet I had to be sneaky. I went to my friend Jean's house to get ready since her parents were out of town. I also had to borrow a dress and shoes from another girl I new in the 11th grade. My date was to pick me up for dinner at 6 and then go to the dance at 8. Jim got wind of plan from listening to my calls with Jean who he had a crush on.
I got to Jeans at 4 to get ready, Since Jean was not going she was happy to devote her night to helping me get ready. With her help I was ready an hour early at 5. We sat and waited for my date and then the doorbell rang. Jim and Eric were outside. Of course we ignored it, but Jim said if we did not let him in he would tell my parents I was going on a date. Reluctantly we let them in, and what a mistake that was. Eric grabbed me and Jim grabbed Jean. They both clamped their hands over our mouths and said don't yell. They said you both better shut up or I would be told on for dating, and Jean would be told on for helping me out. I nodded my head , and Eric released his hand. I said what do you want. Jim said you girls are not going antwhere tonight. I started to cry, and beg him to let me go out, Jim said I couldn't date anyone if I won't date Eric. They ordered us to the kitchen and told us to sit down. Eric then took of his back packed and dumped sevreal lenghts of rope on the floor from it. Jim and him grabbed rope and Eric stared tying me while Jim tied Jean. My hands were force behind me and tied with white nylon rope very tightly. My ankles were then tightly tied together along with my knees. Jean only has her hands and ankles tied. They then spun us around in the chairs so we were back to back. They each started wrapping more rope around our upper boddies. As I kept crying Jim said if we could get loose I could go, if not he would free me by 9. Jim then said we have to gag them or she will yell when her date comes. Eric asked Jean if she had any tape she said no. Eric left the room and searched the house, he came back with a roll of dcut tape. Jim said give it to me and took the tape. Jim then wrapped the tape around my head and mouth several times then did the same to Jean. All I could think about was how my hair would be messed up, and my dress wrinkled from all the rope.
The ropes were really sinking in to my skin. Eric really tied me up tight , probably because he was mad I turned himm down. I heard Jean crying I figured she was in pain. The boys then went to the living room and I heard the t.v. get turned on. I was screwed. I had a pretty blue dress wrinkled bad, and some black ankle strap heels, the straps now coered with rope. I was bound and gagged and unable to move. 30 minutes went by with Jean crying and me making noise through my nose trying to tell her we will be O.K., then the doorbell rang.
|At school again|
|Beside from my broken leg, they managed
to tie me up at school again. Walking is ****ing irritating with those
aluminium things from hospital.
4 of my male classmates picked me up and
put me sitting on the floor, in front of the lockers.
'Good luck!' one said.
Around half an hour later, my German teacher found me, she cut the plastic things and helped me up.
Well your mentor isn't there anymore so speak to her tomorrow, she said and we both left.
BTW, I needed to walk back because I live 3 blocks from school...
|Daniel, Why in tying u up at school? ps. About my response. My friends name is daniel also. And he loves having someone to talk german language to. He is always talking eglash with us.|
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|Karen, What happens next?|
|I meant why is everyone Bound And Gagging you in school?|
|cheri you are a hand gag diva.ROCK ON.why do you think some girls think it srange that i enjoy being handgagged by a pretty lady on occasion.mmmmppphhh|
|Well, I really don't know why I am always the victim.|
|Handgag reply to Eric|
|My hubby tells me (sometimes through a lot
of mmmmmppphhhhiing) that he likes my soft hand over his mouth. While my
stories include me getting the hand gag, I deliver a great HG as well.
I particularly like nailing him when he least expects it and when the guys are over, his buddies. They get a kick out of it.
One time he was getting into an argument with one of his buddies, a guy named Karl. I was getting tired of hearing him go back and forth so I through a quick handgag on him and let Karl make his finishing point.
We were at a class reunion about a year ago and my hubby was arguing about politics of all t hings and who was going to win the election. Well, all of his had heard all we wanted to and it was getting heated so I clamped my hand tightly over his big mouth. He tried to pull my hand away, but no going, I just put my other hand over the first one and held on tight.
Everybody just laughed, the other guy made his final point and left to talk to the other classmates and only then did I let go.
I like being on both sides. Delivering it
puts me in control, having it put on me makes me submissive and I enjoy
that role too.
|Texas Chainsaw Massacre Our Version|
|So now that Diane had realized that her
best buddy Nancy had set her up and realized that this was all a hoax,
she nodded to Bruce that she wanted to get some revenge.
Still tied and gagged she started mmppphhing and it sounded and looked like she wanted to be untied.
Bruce slying says that she can have revenge, but getting looose was up to her.
Diane mmmppped what sounded like C'mon only in gagtalk and had the saddest look on her face. Nancy looked relieved untill Bruce told her that she too would have to get untied on her own. Nancy's eye's got as big as saucers and what sounded like "WHAT" in gagtalk came out.
Both gals started wiggling and squirming. They had been tied very tightly. I started to chime in and started to say How are they.....mmmpphhh. But was interupted by a hand over the mouth by Bruce who rather harshly aske me if I wanted to joing the duo on the floor and be bound and agged too and enter the race to see who gets loose first.
I nodded no. Bruce removed his hand and went back to the girls.
First he went to Diane and asked her if she wanted to say something. Diane nodded yes and Bruce removed her gag only to replace it with a handgag, thumbs down. Bruce then told Diane to choose her words wisely and playfully asked her why she wanted to talk now when she always refused to talk to everybody in the past?
Diane mmmppphhhed something that sounded like "I'm sorry" only in handgag talk.
Bruce removed his hand and quickly replaced the gag. Poor Diane never got a chance to speak at all!
Bruce then moved over to Nancy. Same deal, Bruce asked Nancy if she wanted to speak with she was gagged, removed the gag and then handgagged her. I stood there watching this somewhat enjoying it because I had been there before, although not quite like this.
Nancy mmmmppphhhed what sounded like "Untie
me" in gag talk. Bruce took his hand away and replaced the gag. He rallied
us up and told us it was time to go and leave the "Bobsy Twins" alone to
get themselves loose and do .....whatever.
Interesting group on http://groups.msn.com/Tie-UpGames
I create a new album (handcuff) and added new pics on others albums.
Enjoy, and contribute too if you have pics.
|Me neither, But Why is at at school and not home?|
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Liked your story about what happened to you and Jean. We need to talk (not appropriate in this forum). Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thanks and let us know the rest of the story.
|Does anyone know anything about sites with women tied up wearing chokers?|
|Re: Karen's story|
|That sounds pretty mean-spirited, Karen.
I am interested in seeing what happens next, but mainly out of curiousity.
Did you have enjoyable tie-up experiences as well, though?
Please don't think I am putting down your story - there are other "tied up against his/her will" stories on here as well, and they're not my thing. However, I am curious about what happened later.
|Cherie, What happens after leaving the girls
to get out of there boundage? And if you could the rest of the story.
ps. Real interesting story.
|Cherie, What happens after the Your husband comes home?|
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|Brotherly love Cont.|
|The door bell rang and it was my date, John.
Fortunately my dumb brother answered the door and John reconized him from
school. I could hear the entire converstion. John asked Jim if I was ready,
and if he was there helping me. Jim stupidly replied well she is but she's
not going with you. John asked why, and Jim replied that I was going with
at that point me and Jean started to stomp our tied feet on the floor in the kitchen. Since I was wearing those black strappy heels I was able to make a lot of good noise. I then heard John asked what was going on in the kitchen. Jim and Eric said it was Jean's dog. John said let's check on it. Right after that the door opened to the kitchen and there was my date looking at us tied and gagged. John yelled for Jim, but there was no reply. John looked out to the living room and no one was there. Jim and Eric ran out of the house.
John came up to me and asked if I was O.K., I nodded yes, and mmppphhed. John then carefully beagann to remove the duct tape wrapped around my head and mouth. After he got it off he beagn to untie my feet, but I stopped him and asked that he first remove Jean's gag. As he did that I told him what ahppened, why it happened, and how mad I was that I couldn't do shit about it or I would be in just as much trouble for dating.
After Jean could speak again, we talked as John tried to untied us both. The ropes were so knotted he had to get a knife and cut us loose. After 10 minutes we were free. Both Jean and I has rope burns on our wrist and ankles. John wanted to help me get revenge. That would never happen, but I would later discover that Jim was into bondage after raiding his room. I would be tied up at his hands a few more times. We rarely speak anymore and he is married to a stripper, whom I am sure gets the ropes frequently.
|hello al you gaggers and gaggees. had a interesting experience yesterday.saw a lady freind i have not seen in quite sometime. we got to talking and the subject of fetishs came up.i was a little scared but for whatever reason my liking for handgags came up.she asked me to relax and before i could say a thing her soft hand was clamped tight over my mouth. i was in heaven. the excitement was almost more than i could handle.she kept her hand there for quite sometime.i tried to say all kinds of stuff but all that came out was mmmppphhh. she laughed a said she should have her freinds come into the room and see this. iwas ready to EXPLODE.it eventually ended but i have a feeling thatmy old lady freind will be handgagging me . rock on|
|Texas Chainsaw Massacre---Our Version cont'd|
|So Bruce led all of us out and signalled
to Diane and Nancy that it fell upon them to untie themselves. Diane and
Nancy both mmmppped with what sounded like "Don't leave us like this."
As we walked out the door of the cottage, we surrounded the house looking
inside and watching the girls. Bruce of course wouldn't leave the girls
totally alone just in case they couldn't break their bonds.
Bruce asked Ivan and Jeff, the guys who tied Nancy and Diane up how tight they made their bonds. They responded "tight enough to keep them secure but they should be able to bust loose."
We watched Diane and Nancy trying to communicate to each other. One of the windows was open and there was a lot of double mmmppphhhing going on in there. We just laughed and enjoyed the whole spectacle.
Diane rolled around on the floor and got close to Nancy's leg. She starting rubbing her face against Nancy's leg to work the gag loose. It worked!
Nancy rolled over by Diane and was about to do the same thing when Diane rolled away. Being the only one of the two now able to speak, Diane loaded a mouthful on Nancy. Talk about dirty girl talk! Diane was upset. After several minutes of being unsuccessful in breaking her bonds, Diane indicated to Nancy that they should try to work together to get loose. Nancy mmmppppheeed out "Me first" andturned around with her back to Dianes and motioned with her hands for Diane to work the ropes loose with her fingers.
Diane was able to speak and said "Not so fast girl. You got me into this so it is only fair that you get me out. You untie me first."
Nancy rolled back to the front and turned her head sideways indicating that she wanted Diane to remove her gag.
Diane repsonds; "Nothing doing! You are going to stay that way untill I am loose and then you are going to have a lot of explaining to do."
Nancy mmmppphhhed frantically all of which was inaudible. We were all laughing outside and enjoying this whole spectacle.
Nancy finally sighs, turns around and starts to use her fingers to untie the knots on Dianes bonds. Have you ever tried this? It's not easy. Luckily, girls are more supple than men and can manipulate their joints easier when placed in a position like this.
Nancy worked on Diane for several minutes. Then it appeared to be at least 20 minutes, Nancy was making some headway and long with Diane's struggles, Diane was about to be free.
Then Bruce walks back in and before Diane could untie her legs tells the gals that he was proud of them that they could work together after the ordeal. He applauded Nancy for her kindness and Diane for using her head but said that was too easy and he wanted to see them do it again.
So the guys came back in and retied Diane. Needless to say, Diane was not too happy about this ordeal and was talking dirty to Bruce when she got a hard handgag.
Bruce tells her that "Isn't it funny how you never talk to us but WOW do you have a lot to say now!" Bruce finishes off with this thing about how girls should be seen and not heard and regags Diane.
The guys then walked out. Needless to say
the look on both girls faces should disgust. I am sure that in there hearts
they knew that somehow, someway, they would get loose. But how? And when?
|Shaun: About Your Fantasy|
|For God sakes guy, find yourself a girl
and get it on! If you live near Michigan, I might even be willing to tie
you up and gag you, but only if you are cute.
|To: Eric RE: Handgag story|
|Sounds like you enjoy what my hubby and
I do to each other all of the time. Felt good did it?
|That was a cute ending, Karen... rescue stories are always cute. How long did you continue dating John? Did he ever rescue you again? Was he the guy that went on to become your husband?|
|Interesting ending, Karen. Is the reason
you and John rarely speak anymore based on a falling out between you two
(as in, he likes bondage, and you don't)? Or is it an amicable breakup?
Could you tell some of the stories involving John tying you up, or do you feel they fall outside the realm of tie-up "games"?
Either way, thanks for sharing your experience with us.
|Off Topic kind of, but Sort of Impotant|
|Its Signy time again.
you can vote your favorite models, riggers, photographers, writers, photofakers, artists, freewebsite, mainstream bondage scene actress, and pay website; with one exception.
For reasons unknown and not explained the winner of the Signy award for best paysite www.bedroombondage.com has been excluded from the list of second round nominees this year; even though its webmistress has been nominated for model, photographer, and rigger.
I'd like to think of this as an oversight, but the way they catch onto the BIEL site having pictures of kids having fun, and then barring it and throwing its votes out AFTER the third and final round, and the errors they had 2 years before that when they couldnt even have an award; begins to suggest to me that winning a Signy while nice for a site's bragging rights, doesn't really make it the best one.
If you are wondering where to go vote, and discuss their past history of election fraud / errors, the link is in the url box.
|Hey! I have a chat group on bondage at msn.
My group name is bound and gagged 101. Our email address is email@example.com
And my personal email address is firstname.lastname@example.org It is public and
for all ages so feel free to join. Hope I see you there! And if you would
like to post go to http://groups.msn.com/boundandgagged101/messages.msnw.
Chat web is http://groups.msn.com/boundandgagged101/chat.msnw
Feel free to join!
|It is now|
|The URL, to vote /vent is this URL http://whitelord.ath.cx/s2005/signy2005form2_english.html
PennDOT regrets any confusion, delays or provoked acts of road rage.
|hi everyone im new here and already this place is great keep the good storys going.|
|Jim, my brother,and I rarely speak anymore.
John and I never had our date that night or anytime after. We talked but
he never understood why I didn't tell anyone about what Jim did to me.
As a matter of fact, Jean and I were never the same either. She wanted
to call the police, and I told her no way. I guess she decided that she
never wanted to be helpless like that again, so she stopped hanging around
me so much.
Jim did continue to tie me up and harrass me in other ways until he moved out.
|First tie up experience.|
|Just a few days ago I had my first tie up
experience... I'm a 13 year old boy, but I'm really short for my age, being
only 4'40", and I hate being called short. >.> Six days ago, my cousins
all came over to our house, as they live a few states away. They had come
down here for my mothers birthday party, and one of the girls bought their
boyfrind. Overall, there were 4 girls and 3 boys. The girls are Sara (18),
Mary (15) Kelly (17), and Lyn(14), and the boys are Mitchel (My brother,
16), Mathew (11), and Joseph (Me, 13 as said above).
The night after the party night, our parents left the house for 2 days. I can't really remember why, because I didn't really care... Anyway, this left Sara in charge of all of the rest of us, and the house basically. I was sitting watching the TV, being bored as I nearly always am. All of the girls were all playing "Truth or Dare" behind the me.
After a while, all of the girls started giggling, and then Kelly came up to me. I noticed she had her hands behind her back, but I couldn't see if she has anything in them. "What do you want?", I asked. "Can you come over here for a second? We need to talk to you." She said. I jumped off the chair and followed her. She moved her hands around the front quickly, without letting me see them. I tried to see what se was holding, but I couldn't.
I got to to circle of girls, and then Sara said "Hey shortie, wanna play a game?". "You know I hate being called short, but anyways, whats the game?". She smiled sweetly, but with a hidden smirk. I knew this wan't going to turn out very good... She looked at Kelly and all of them sterted giggling. "You see, it's called 'Rescue the Hostage', only there are no people to rescue the hostage." Just then Mary jumped on me, pushing me to the ground. Lyn grabbed my feet, Mary grabbed my arms behind my back, and Sara put her fist in my mouth. Then Kelly revealed what she was holding. A roll of duct tape. I tried to squirm free, but they held on really tightly, tighter than I thought they even could...
Kelly then wrapped duct tape around my wrists about 10 times, and the same to my ankles. I tried to get myself free, but it was useless. They went to put tape over my mouth, but when Sara removed her hand, and before Kelly could put the tape over it, I started yelling out for help. She quickly put the tape over my mouth, just as my brother Mitchel came running down the stairs to see why I was calling for help, with Mathew following him. But instead of helping me, they started laughing! They both came over and started to tickle me, and I'm really ticklish. After a while they left and went back to whatever they were doing upstairs.
Mary, who was wearing a scarf, took off the scarf and blindfolded me with it. Then they picked me up and carried me to, well, I couldn't see where we were going... The whole time the girls were all giggling and saying stuff like "Having fun?" or "How's it feel, shortie". They always call me shortie because they know I hate it. I was squirming around the whole time, but I had no luck getting out, although I managed to nudge the scarf up a bit so I could see. After some walking, they put me down in the basement. Sara then said "Now, be a good boy and we won't have to force you". Then they started to untape me, and I started to kick and squirm. The girls restrained me as best they could, untill I couldn't move at all.
"I told you not to do that! But now you have to have it done by force.", was all Sara said. The girls stretched me out spread-eagled on the table, and then taped my wrists and ankles down again. One of the girls realised that I was able to see out the bottom of the scarf, so they took it off completely. "Kelly, wait here and make sure he doesn't pull off some stupid stunt", said Lyn. I was completely immobile exept for my head in this position. After a while the rest of the girls came back with more tape and some strips of cloth. They tied a piece of cloth around my eyes, then another, and about 4 more.
Then they secured it all on with duct tape, and taped my head down to the table. Now I couldn't move at all, and I couldn't see. I was starting to become scared at what they were going to do, and how helpless I was against it. "Hey shortie, are you ticklish?" asked Sara. They all started laughing, as they all knew I was. All the girls started to torture me with tickling, and I couldn't even squirm. After like, 30 minutes, they finally stopped. Then they left, I'm pretty sure. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't move at all.
About an hour later, Sara came back in and tickle-tortured me for about 10 minutes, then they let me go. As I walked out all the girls were giggling at me, and now I know I have to get them back! I'll post that story when I actually do it.
|good story Joseph|
|does anyone know a good way to do self-bondage?|
|it was sooooo good. the best part of the whole experience was that she didnt think it was bad at all. i think she enjoyed shutting this cowboys mouth. more soon i hope|
|girls tape gagged by teachers|
|i read storys of boys tape gagged by female teachers.my question is were girls ever tape gagged by female teachers in schools. it does make me wonder.any comments|
|Joseph, like to hear it when you took revenge!|
i live in the london uk area and love to be tied up any1 who would like to tie me up please visit my website or wmail me at email@example.com
|Does anyone of you know what happened to
He was trying to say something...
Maybe someone suddenly entered his room. lol :)
|if anyone has any pics of any girls tied up plz send em to my email address ty by the way great storys cheri|
|Next monday I am going to be placed in another
So I hope I dont get tied at school anymore... (at my house is more fun!)
I can't tie someone up anyway right now with my foot...
I'll let you know soon if I am going to be replaced to some 'normal' kids or 'perverse tyers' again.
It's 6.50 pm here, so time to eat...
|Eric: Handgag Fun|
|Glad you enjoyed it. I agree...it does feel
|Well, I actually got around to my revenge, but it didn't exactly turn out as it should have... Anyways, I'll post that tomorrow or something, as I'm pretty busy at the moment. See you then!|
|That's a really sad ending, Karen. But brutally
honest - thank you for telling what happened in the end. It's a real shame
that so much blackmail had taken place, ultimately leading to a breakup
of friendships. But maybe people reading this site can learn from your
Thanks again for sharing the rest of the story and aftermath.
|if anyone has any pics plz send them to me at my msn address or even if you wanna chat just contact me|
How old are you?
Your site is cool.
|a few of my pix|
|Do you know?|
|Does anyone know what happened to David,
Stacy, Steven, Ben, the 6 girls, Dust, Emily and BondageSpy???
Do you got a nice story again Shaun?
|Kill Bill and Daniel|
|Yes I have photos and video. As for my age, don't you know that it is impolite to ask a woman her age?|
|Yes, I know Cheri.
I already apologized in the last scentense
|Want to know what happened to Dust ?
link me on firstname.lastname@example.org , Daniel ;)
|those photos and videos must be fantastic|
|I like the self-bondage site. I have tried to do some. I was wondering if the pics are of you on the site. Also, how old are you?|
|I was 12 when I had a baby siter who was into bondage.her name was ashly. I didnt know this. I guess i am to but i had no plans of anything. So anyway, when she got here (she was 14), she didnt give any hints to me. I had thought it was going to be a prety normal night. She had brought a video. It showed gils getting tied up. I was getting aroused by the second girl and ashly noticed it by the way i was sitting. She asked if i had ever been tied up an i said no. This was not a lie. She asked if she could tie me up. I looked at her and said i dont know. She said it would be fun. So I say ok. She went to get her bag and told me to lie on my stomach. I did and she took out some rope and started to tie my hands behind my back. Then she took out some more rope and tied my arms together. I knew she was enjoying every minute of it. She then tied me to the chair while im wondering how much rope she's got!|
|none of your buisness|
|http:// www.leave me alone.com|
|Second Tie Up: Getting "Supposed" Revenge|
|Well, once again I find myself home with
the girls. Our parents are out, and it's going to be one of my last chances
to get revenge on them, so I decided to do it.
I went into the garage and got the duct tape off of the shelf, and went back into the house. I got a strip, and stuck it to hend hand for easy acess. I turned the TV off, and pulled out the plug, then I called out for Sara, I said I needed help with the TV. After a while she came in, and I said that it wasn't working. When I finally got her to bend down to look, I jumped on her from behind. I stuck the tape over her mounth and held on as tight as I could around her arms.After a while, I managed to pull her and myself with my feet to where I had put the tape. I held on with one arm, and reached out for the tape. I managed to move around so I was constraining her arms with my legs, than taped her hands together with duct tape. Now I could finally let go. I put duct tape around her anckles, and stood up to admire my work.
Now, the only problem was, that while I was doing this, one of the girls had come in to see why Sara was taking so long. When I finished taping Sara up, I heared her yell for the others to come in, and fast. This wasn't going exactly how I'd planned it... I ran into the kitchen stupidly, as it's a dead end. I heard Sara start to speak. Now I knew I was in for it. Mary then saw me in the kitchen and yelled "He's in here! Quick!". I flung myself at Mary's leg, and clung on with my hands and feet. She tried to get me off, and when they came, so did the others.
After a while, they got me off by tickling me. They all pushed me to the ground, and kneeled on my arms and legs. Sara then came right up to my face as said "That was a pretty good try there shortie." Then she pulled the hood on my hoodie over my face and drew the drawsting around where my mouth is, blindfolding and gagging me. As I'd taken the duct tape, and they couldn't find it, they had to rely on other methods to do this.
Lyn ran upstairs and grabbed a bundle of scarves, and tied one around the bottom of my hoodie, so I couldn't wriggle out the bottom. Then they forcefully pushed my arms back into the hoodie, and tied the sleeves around me. This effectively constrained the top half of my body. Then for my legs, they sinply tied a scarf around my ancles and knees. Then one of the girls put another scarf around the one on my ancles, and put them up behind me. She then tied that around my chest, looping around the tied sleeves of my hoodie. This left me bent back, tied up on the kitchen floor.
Now this had definately not gone to plan. I was going to pull the girls out one by one, but instead they ALL came out and tied me up. Anyway, I layed there squirming, trying to get out, but with no luck. After about and hour they all came back in, but instead on un-tieing me, they took of my shoes and tickled me for another 30 minutes. After that they untied me, and once again I found myself embarresed in front of giggling girls. The girls are only down for one more week, so I really gotta try to get this revenge, properly
|I am so excited. I was in this military
surplus store today, picking up some industrial sized rolls of duct tape
(you know what for), and i saw some old iron shackles.
these are hard to find in working condition as they are old. Mine just have a little rust on them, but nothing soaking in soda wont fix.
I know this is not a story, but i will post some soon, I have a term paper to finish up first, but many stories to come.
|new shackles II|
|yes, i know the date on the pic says july. it is because mine are soaking so i just found a picture online.|
|To Jason and Sarah
Yes the pictures are of me. I am 15 years old.
|Send me an email at email@example.com so I will know your email and can chat with you. I would like some feedback about the site/info on the site.|
|Too much self bondage|
|This is my first post, but I've read here
so much. Anyway, I've had bondage games and self-bondage. This is a self-bondage
story. I hope you enjoy.
My sister was going to a sleep-over and my parents were headed out and wouldn't be back until noon the next day. As soon as my sister left I went to work. I first duct taped my body from my mouth to my knees, leaving my arms out. I then slapped a handcuff around my right wrist and left ankle, and my left wrist and right ankle. I could move, but not much. After about an hour I decided, that was enough. I looked around for the handcuff keys. I couldn't find them. I had left them in my bedroom and I was two floors down in the basement. I MMPHED like crazy but of course no one was there. So, slowly I made my way up to my room. It took me about an hour to get up each floor. I finally made it to my room and unlocked the handcuffs. And then the duct tape. I was free. I decided that was all. For that night at least.
|If any of you can't tie some one up without them getting out, Try tieng them to a chair. I tried it. It is almost impossible to escape.|
|http://yahoo.com & www.msn.com|
|Sorry Daniel, I did not see your postage, xD. I should have one tommorow. I have not had a chance to play another game. Any way thanks for the comlament.|
|http://yahoo.com & www.msn.com|
|Hi all, I've been a long-time lurker in
the forum, and I think many of the stories here are quite fantastic (and
yes, some of them are pretty far out there in the 'susprnsion-of-disbelief'
department...) My first name is actually Chris and, when I was a little
kid, I was always called Christopher by both my parents and schoolmates.
Anywho, to come very clean from the start,
this story I'm going to recite did actually happen to me and some friends
in my youth. All the events are more-or-less in order and accurate, however
I am including a bit of 'poetic license' to try to accurately describe
the events, sensations, emotions and filling in some of the blank parts
in my spotty memory, in order to give the story a decent narrative drive.
Also, the first name I'M using is legitimate, however other participants'
names are altered because: 1. its bad form giving out other people's
Before I get to my story of one of the (very few) tie-up games I enjoyed as a kid, I'd like to give a little background of my prepubescent development of a taste for tie-ups and, eventually, bondage (I don't like the word fetish... seems kinda unhealthy, don't you think?)
Unlike many people posting to this site,
I was far from blessed with an abundace of tie-up games as a child. I first
came to realize that I liked the idea of being tied-up while watching a
'Jetsons' episode one day after school (for some reason, Elroy Jetson had
been captured by 'space mobsters' and sat bound and gagged on a couch while
the burly goons
I was about eight years old when that little revelation hit me. It wasn't an obsessive preoccupation, of course (not many 8-year-olds are bondage freaks...) but more of a subtle yearning. I would occasionally wake-up too early for school in the morning and enjoy another blessed thirty minutes of sleep, during which I sometimes found myself in that hazy area between sleep and consciousness (you know what I mean). I had terrible luck remembering most of my dreams, but not these kind. Often in those lucid dreams I would see myself sitting in a chair with ropes strewn about my chest and waist and an (I'll admit) loose and sloppy OTM clothgag obscuring my mouth (my subconscious always seemed to favor a thin off-white towel). Sometimes I'd see myself lying in the back of my kidnappers' van, a gloomy darkness obscuring my bonds and gag. My liquid blue eyes would widen with alarm at every bump and jostle of the van as it sped away with its young blond-haired hostage stashed in the back and helpless to save himself... Then I'd abruptly awaken to my mother shaking my shoulder, chiding me for over-sleeping and ordering me to get to the bus stop to catch the schoolbus. In 1st grade I was best friends with a freckled red-headed girl (Cheryl, I think her name was) and at recess we would sometimes pretend that one of us needed rescuing from some dire straits (after playing those games I would often find that my dreams involved the two of us tied, gagged and imperiled, here I also started having a few actual daydreams of those scenarios). The apex of my very young bondage fantasies occurred during a 3rd grade math lesson, when I imagined every boy and girl in the room (including myself) tied to his or her desk-chair and OTM gagged by vile masked bandits (that scenario usually ended with me freeing my mouth and crying for help from inexplicably nearby policemen or, in later daydreams, by me loosening my bonds and somehow running the men off...).
After that rather exhillerating series of thoughts I dropped the thrilling daydreams altogether. I still felt many of the same feelings at seeing characters subjected to bonds and gags in movies and TV, but my imagination was less wild (for a time, at least). BTW: the fantasies I've laid out thus far may lead you to believe that I had a tendancy to develop into a 'submissive' for bondage purposes (never liked that term, either), but in fact I became a bona-fide 'switch'. It was later when I started REALLY 'noticing' girls and progressing through puberty when I looked at the VILLIANS on movies and TV who bound and gagged their helpless victims and thought to myself: "wish THAT was me..."
OKAY: ACTUAL STORY...
When I was 12 my family lived in Northern California (great place for a kid to grow-up, by the way). The gang of kids I hung-out with was not inclined to play tie-up games, the closest we came were games of war or modified tag that involved a 'penalty-box' for those caught ('prisoners') and the hope of a team mate coming to the rescue (for a jailbreak). There was little hope for me to experience my latent fantasies in that setting, however I would often stay with a friend of the family for two to three days at a time in a smaller Northern town. The boy I stayed with, 'Sean', was two-years older than me, and most of his friends were either his age or a year older. He hung-out with a group of about 4 to 6 people (three were close friends, the others irreguarly went around with them).
The closest I'd come to having a full-blown
heart attack occurred when I was having lunch with Sean and two of his
friends, 'Matt' and 'Steven' (Matt was 14-years old, Steven was 13). Matt
and Sean were discussing afternoon plans over grilled-cheese sandwiches
when Sean considered going to the rec center, however since it was a particularly
nice day, Matt optioned for an outdoors activity. A few ideas were floated
until finally Steven (between bites of grilled-cheese) suggested: "Hey,
why don't we just play 'Operatives'?" Matt agreed with this, pointing out
that he though at least four other neighborhood boys were probably available
on that day. That was a lot of people, I thought.
That got me slightly interested, and not a little apprehensive. I didn't want a really rough game. I enjoyed playing football (having graduated from soccer recently) and didn't mind a few scrapes and bruises ('battle scars' were what we were starting to call them at school) but my physical proportions were not on my side: I was rather skinny and short for my age, and my clear blue eyes and dirty blond hair (it had been platinum three years earlier) didn't inspire fear in my adversaries, and playing a rough game with older boys was not the smartest idea I could fathom.
Matt didn't seem worried about it, though.
"Nah," he replied, "Christopher's our top QB; you're a tough guy, right?"
Steven explained the rules for the game (he was always our best scorekeeper and rulemaker) "See, in the game you have two teams who play on opposite sides of the neighborhood.
On each team there are two kinds of players:
'operatives' and 'searchers'."
One of my knees was trembling from beneath
the kitchen table. I steadied it with a pale hand. I managed to say: "Eh,
that's alright, and the game sounds kinda fun. And I definetly want to
be an operative, the other team's slow-poke searchers won't stand a chance."
Before gulping down a large swig of soda I added: "and those real rules
ARE more realistic, let's just use those..." that was all I could manage
to say at that time.
Turns out we couldn't get the players assembled until the next day. Joining Sean, Matt, Steven and myself were Mike (14), Carter (14) Seth (13), and James, who was a 12-year-old like myself. As the veteran "Operative" boys talked I got the gist of each of their preferences. Mike was very athletic and tall: he was most often a searcher. Carter, who was Mike's best friend, was slimmer and shorter. I got the idea that he preferred being a searcher but almost always wound-up being an operative. Seth was quite hyperactive and squirrelly, he was always an operative. Despite being slightly taller than myself (although still skinny as a rake) James almost always preferred the operative role. With me as an operative we had 4 boys playing that part. Sean, Matt and Steven rounded-out the remaining searcher positions with Mike (though Matt apparently was used to being an operative).
First, the operatives were divided into teams: Seth was the star operative and, as such, was paired with Carter (whose track-record was likely not as stellar). That left James and myself on the other side. Mike (the star searcher) was paired with Matt, while Sean (second-best searcher after Mike) was paired with Steven. James and I were placed on Sean's team, meaning that our opponents would be Mike and Matt, and our rescueres (if the need arose) would be Sean and Steven. Mike playfully tapped me on the shoulder before we began "Think you're up for this, little boy?"
"You can try to catch me all you want, BM"
(we all called him 'Big Mike' but the abbreviation always annoyed him).
The game grid was a row of two parelell streets encompassing three rows of houses. The grid was a slim rectangle, with the brick wall of the town's elementary school our 'home' area and an old oak tree on the other side as the opposing team's 'home'. There were about five blocks of houses in-between each home point. Sean took me aside before we started. "Alright, Christopher, you got all the rules down. Remember, you can't touch home if Mike or Matt is on your butt, so only run as a last resort. If you get caught, I'll find you." He had an overly-noble and comical hero's look in his eyes, but I was too preoccupied to smirk at his seriousness.
I had 'cooled-off' a little bit from yesterday.
I didn't tremble now, or stutter, I was fairly level-headed, and at that
moment I was actually far more interested in performing well in the game
than recieving the 'captive's treatment'.
Steven blew a whistle from what seemed like the other end of the world.
The game had started.
Immediately as we fell back into enemy territory
to avoid Mike and Matt, James lithely darted down the block and to the
left. He was thin but his legs were fairly muscular (and he had more 'leg'
to his body proportionally than I did). His hazel eyes were focused and
serious, his black hair spiked-up in a mess as he sprinted. As he veered
off to the left he motioned for me to do the opposite. I saw the logic
in this: we would get as far apart from each other and begin backtracking
up opposite sides of the rectangle for home; that way the two of us couldn't
both be captured at once.
During one heart-pounding minute I had to lie still as a statue next to a sandbox as I saw Matt running down the street on the opposite side of the house. He was only in visual range for 10 or 15 seconds before disappearing between houses (and from a good distance, too) but for those seconds my heartbeats came in twos and threes... After that I weaved to the inside of the rectangle, running alongside the inner street under the partial shield of an overzealous gardener's landscaping project. After that I got a little nervous about being in the open and I ducked into the backyards of those houses. That was the second time I saw Matt.
He was coming back down the street, panting and out-of-breath. "Perhaps James gave him the slip" I thought to myself. I did a clumsy dive-roll into a part of the backyard not visible from the opposite street. I was ducking down with my back to a hedgerow and the street beyond that. There were several people walking up and down that street, the outer limit of ourrectangle. That's why I didn't notice when HE came up behind me.
When I felt the gentle tap on the shoulder I thought, for some reason, that it was Sean, come to tell me to keep moving and stop being so paranoid. So when I turned around to come face-to-face with Mike's grinning face I turned white as a ghost.
"Come on, now, don't pass out on me, Christopher, I need those legs of yours to start moving, right now; and remember, no blabbing for five minutes!"
That was it! I was captured. I was now a kidnapped hostage, not just in a daydream, but for real this time (or as real as it could seem to a boy my age).
Mike led me backwards, deeper into enemy
territory, gloating and making small-talk, which he reminded me several
times that I could not respond to. "Not for another... three minutes at
least!" He risked crossing the street with me, luckily for him my team's
searchers were not there, or did not see us. He took me through the backyards
Something came down quickly from over my head, fell down my eyes and was jerked taut against my mouth, tight enough to pull my head back. I made a surprised grunt as Mike said: "Don't touch it: you can make noise, but otherwise you gotta do what I say while I'm with you." The gag was knotted at the back, then Mike wadded-up a very small cloth and crammed it up under the OTM and between my teeth. Baffled, I tested his handiwork and produced the classic gagged victim's "Hulmph". It was pretty weird, walking gagged with my captor, my hands free to remove the cotton muzzle but nonetheless powerless to do so.
I had managed to get myself tied-up a couple of times before this game, however those few times involved games with a babysitter or spur-of-the-moment screwing around with friends. This was the first time I was being silenced and taken away to be held as an actual prisoner! Mike continued leading me through the backyards (I can't remember if anyone was actually around to see us: it would have made for a curious display with the athletic Mike marching a younger, skinny boy through their backyard while the captive wore a gag). Soon we heard someone from far off yelling something (I couldn't tell what), but I suddenly heard a voice that I did know: Sean's voice rang out from fairly nearby: "I'm over here, Steve!"
My eyes dilated at this, but Mike was quick to roughly pull me against the concrete side of a house; he held my shoulder down, keeping me in a squatting position as he pressed his other hand firmly over my gagged face. I made some pretty loud moans and grunts as he held me; Mike whispered in my ear: "You're allowed to make whatever noise you can, Christopher, but I'm also allowed to give you a 'Texas titty-twister' like you wouldn't believe, so keep that in mind!" Mike was pretty infamous for his juvenile torture techniques, so I rather wisely decided to stop my "mmmph-ing". I remained squatting on my haunches, staring at Mike with my round eyes as he peered around the corner. He took his hand away from my gag. "Sit down on your butt, Christopher." He ordered me, and I did so. Mike walked a few feet around the corner, looking. Sean was long-gone, and so Mike got me to my feet and we continued to the shed.
"Go ahead and take the gag, off, but remember what happens if you start blabbing." We were in the small tool shed behind Mister McCree's house. One of the doors was off it's hinge, but it was still the ideal place to store things to keep them out of the way, like rakes, shovels, fertilizer, and even a captive boy...
I worked the knot of the OTM off and gratefully pulled the cloth from between my teeth. That had been my first actual gag (not like the cheesy and loose OTM's I had been subjected to once or twice before that, neither time did those other gags involve mouthstuffing, however loose it had been...) "Sheesh, Mike, you didn't have to be so rough with me you know."
Mike sneered as he closed one of the open
doors as best he could. "Come on, you're a big boy, right?"
Mike pulled a coil of black nylon cord from his jeans pocket. "What do you think, genius? Cross your hands behind your back." I did that and Mike spun me around so he was behind me. I felt him whipping the cord around my wrists and tugging it, pulling it, and knotting it tight. After my wrists were totally restrained he motioned to the rear of the shed and ordered "sit down." I looked at the splintery floor dubiously: I was dressed lightly for that warm day, wearing only a tee and shorts. The floor looked uncomfortable. "Do I get a blanket or something?"
"No," Mike said "but you get real beating
if you don't put your butt on the floorboards." That ended that discussion.
I found that I could understand my own grunting yells (Mike's gag was as precise as a gag in a kid's game could hope to be, which is not totally effective...) but my muffled yells didn't carry too far. I looked at my naked feet and cursed Mike: "Muf-fa fass-farve!" I grunted (that was pretty strong language for me at that age, but I was really angry at how he'd patted my cheek and been so smug about leaving me in the shed. Outside there was pretty much nothing happening; I heard neither Sean or Steven searching for me nor anyone running around the area (once I heard a lady humming next-door as she watered some plants, with some effort my moans could have reached her, but I wasn't about to be freed by anyone other than my team mates).
After being alone for about 10 minutes or
so I realized I might be alone for a while. Escape was impossible, there
was no one around to hear my grunts, so I quite quickly began to remember
some of the fantasies of my younger days. As a younger boy, my daydreams
often revolved around my captivity and helplessness. At 12-years-old I
had shifted away from that stuff, most of my current fantasies involved
me being a hero and doing really neat stuff. Sitting in the shed, sweating,
grunting, struggling, all my childhood thoughts flooded back: I was kidnapped
by masked men who stashed
Suddenly I really wanted a mirror: to see what I looked like all tied-up and gagged. I was still sweating and, every now and then, I moaned and grunted. I started bumping my backside against the side of the tool shed (my feet were at risk for splinters if I used them) and every now and then I put a lively effort into trying to loosen my bonds. After a time I suddenly realized that I was starting to be physically excited by the situation; I moved away from the wall and rolled over onto my tummy (I didn't want to be found like THAT!). After that I lay there pressed against the uneven wood floor, my body bathed in sweat and the only noise in the shed being the regular breathing through my gag.
Both Mike and Matt came in soon after that. Matt took one look at me and simply saluted and said: "How's it going, Christopher?" I just stared at him mutely. He turned to Mike: "I was babysitting James a few blocks back near a sandbox, but Sean found us, so he got free and I think he made it home."
I got the full story later: He had nabbed James near the sandbox where I'd hidden myself from Mike (I still don't know what he was doing back on my side). James got tied and gagged right there, and Matt kept him lying down behind the box, so he couldn't be seen from the street. I never asked whether Sean had stumbled upon the two of them, or whether James had been able to alert his rescuer by grunting and rolling around.
"Then that means that Christopher is the
last one they need to win." Mike replied.
Mike hadn't ever used the shed for victim storage, and Sean didn't know it was free for that purpose, so he hadn't thought about checking it (turns out he had come pretty darn close to me several times,likely within earshot of my gagged cries, had I been making them at the time). In fact, we assembled for another game later on in the day, with mostly the same teams, and I just barely managed to reach home without being caught (I was chased a few times, but like a rabbit, I'm not too easy to catch). Of course, during that game it was awfully tempting to slow down just a little and get tapped on the shoulder...
Of my very few tie-up experiences, that is the one I remember most vividly. The next time we all played 'operatives' (during another visit) should have been more memorable (since it not only involved me tied and muffled, but ALSO another boy with me in the same room in a similar predicament (his name starts with a 'J', if you need a hint.) The only thing more perfect than THAT would involve being captured with a girl (alas, an unobtainable goal for me at that point...) But this was my very first taste of true helplessness and captivity. Whatever expectations I had had about it were not met, they were exceeded...
Hope you all enjoyed that one!
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|To Chris(topher) & Daniel|
|Chris: Excellent story! By far the best
one in the last months. Can you tell us more about the time you and James
Daniel: Yours are pretty good as well - too
bad you're not getting tied up by your schoolmates anymore.
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|Im 15 years old and this happened about 3 weeks ago. I was going over to my buddy Dave's house(fake names) and their was gona be a lot of people there, a lot of girls. When i get to the door his mom says, the guys were being dicks and went to beckers and their are only girls down their. Sweet, i thought. How wrong I was. When i go down the lights are all off. I hear nothing. I figure, okay their just trying to scare me. I quietly head across the living tv area to the closet in the back, a huge walk in closet. By the way, im wearing a Miami Heat jersey and blue Rocawear jeans. Im about 5'8 im 170 pounds brown hair blue eyes yadda yadda yadda. Anyway. I open the closet door fumbling for a light. I don't see anyone, and so i shut the door and turn around. I turn around right into the gloved hand of Emma, clamping it over my mouth. Shhh, she says, raising another gloved hand to her lips. She is wearing a black sweater with pink writing, black pants, white socks and black cloth gloves. A very attractive girl indeed. She shoves me onto a chair, a reclining leather chair about 15 years old and spins around very easily on its weak axis. All the sudden, about 8-10 other girls jump out of the closet behind me. Forgot about that one. Before I know it im being tightly duct taped to the chair, around my whole upper body. My feet are also taped together. They used a lot of tape and it is very tight. Im protesting like "hey guys let me go" but various girls handgag me and i get a few "shh's." Soon, once im all taped up, the 10 girls surround me, smiling. All very attractive girls, friends of mine, doing this to me, if you can believe it. Im not really complaining though. "Come on guys this is really tight, not funny." One girl, Devon, puts her gloved hand over my mouth from behind. This is when i see Emma pull out a thick black rag from her purse. "Mmmmph no-mmmph helmmmph" is what I manage. Devon removes her hand and the rag is tied tightly over my mouth. Mmmmph!!!. Shhhh, says one girl, Katie, placing a gloved finger to her lips. They were all wearing black gloves, they really had time to plan this. Be a good boy, said Devon, making a cutesy face at me. I fell silent immediately. They laughed and giggled and took a few pictures, and kept me captive for quite some time until those awfully slow guys came back from Beckers. This was an alright night.|
|Chris, i agree with Nicholas H, your story
was great! Please come back and post your other stories.
Jason, nice one too. Everyone else, thanks for posting!
Just read your story and thought it was teriffic. You're a really good storyteller, and it was exciting to read.
I hope you will have more to tell and write another soon.
|My friend T and I have played tie up for
a long time. Mostly must T and me, but sometimes other kids in the neighborhood.
Anyway, we're in high school now. T realy likes being tied up. Today he
told me that next weekend his parents will be away and he wants me to go
there and tie him up really good and a gag and everything and leave him
for 24 hours. He has made me promise that Ill do it and he made me promise
three or four times. He says he really wants to do this. Is it OK to leave
someone tied up for that long?
|I don't know for sure whether it's safe
or not, just don't leave him alone for that long a time.
And make sure he's not hogtied or otherwise in such a position where his chest is put under too much stress.
|24 hours of TUG|
|I have had long weekend sessions but there
are some important caveats:
First of all the gag should never be in the mouth to the point where your friend could have a gag reaction. You must be within "lunge" distance. In other words you should be seconds away. Wrapping tape around is fine but leave a quarter to a half inch tab at the end so you can unwrap it quickly if you have to. If you are going to use tape over the mouth you have to be careful about whatever it is that you put in his mouth - if anything at all. Remember, tape can come loose if the bottom gets it wet. You don't want one piece covering the mouth as that is more cosmetic than effective. The use of a ball gag might work quite well but will make him drool. Then again, that might not be a bad idea either - lol!
Leaving him gagged overnight is not really necessary since both of you will be sleeping and if something goes wrong there can be some serious problems. You can leave him blindfolded if you wish but again that can lead to a problem if he has to use the washroom at night. My friend usually has my feet in cuffs with enough room to walk and my wrists are in leather cuffs sometimes tied to a collar. He leaves the seat open and if I have to take a leak I can do so. Sometimes I don't have the cuffs on. That is also something you have to discuss with your friend before you do anything.
Secondly there is nothing wrong with 24 hours but you should change positions as needed. The rule is that the more intensive the position the shorter the time. Usually two hours max for some of the more intensive positions. I have been kept in a hogtie for 12 or more hours but the intensity varies from strict to almost totally relaxed. Then again I am used to doing this. You can change positions without totally untying your friend but since it sounds like he is a willing "victim" that should not be a problem.
Never, ever use thin line. If you want to do it right go to Home Depot or Menards (if you're in the midwest) and get rope that is at least 6 mm thick (around 1/4"). Get braided nylon or some of the braided color rope. Do not get twisted rope. I usually work with 25' lengths and double the rope. Thin line (and I am referring to a certain website I looked at on GeoCities by a member here) is trouble waiting to happen. First of all if you hogtie someone with thin line they will automatically pull on that line and make it even tighter. The results may be severe abrasions on the wrists and ankles and knots that get so tight you will not be able to undo them without a knife. Speaking of a knife, EMT scissors are not all that expensive and can come in handy if you have to rescue your friend in a hurry. So what if you cut the rope - you can always get more. Also with synthetic rope you should burn the rope ends after you cut them so that they will not fray all over the place. You can use the burner on your stove or a lighter.
You should check on your friend on a regular basis unless you plan on babysitting him for 24 hours. Usually my friend will either look on at me or let me know he is there (I am blindfolded most of the time) every 15 minutes or so. AT night he is a light sleeper so if there is a problem he can take care of it for me. The best safety signal believe it or not is deciding on a song to have him hum. Grunts can mean little or nothing at times and if he is gagged can be confused with gag grunts or "I need help now". Head motions also work - moving the head side to side means that he has a problem. Moving the head up and down might mean that he has to take a leak. In that case we now have a hospital urinal but you can use any water bottle unless you wish to untie him and re-tie him. It's up to the two of you.
Be sure you ungag him and give him water or fruit juice from time to time. That is very important. If you're really going to do this I would also suggest your friend have a light meal beforehand - perhaps also liquid like soup or something for obvious reasons - lol!
Have fun and let us all know how things work
out. Just play safe and sane.
|One additional note. I agree with the comment about the hogtie but that applies if the bottom lays down or is forced to do so. This problem is something that Jay Wiseman goes ape over in his book on Erotic Bondage yet he finds it acceptable to tie a rope around the bottom's neck so he won't move. Go figure. When I am hogtied for a period of time I am on my side which seems to remove the chance of any potential problems as far as breathing goes. Moreover, this problem is something that a good bottom will recognise and hopefully have enough sense to let the top know that there is a problem. Again, lunge distance is the best distance if there is a remote chance of any danger. Otherwise check on your friend and do make sure that the ropes are not getting loose!|
|JOHN, if he is gagged, just check on him
often, or be there. make sure he gets food and drink too, dehydration sucks,
trust me. also since it is 24 hours, something needs to be done about restroom,
not sure what, adult diaper perhaps, sure it might be emberassing but still,
saves grossness and embaressment. jsut a thought.
anyways, my story (1 of many), happened about 5 years ago when i lived at home. ignore my grammer and spelling errors, i am not an english major.
It was all I could do to contain myself. My mom was going to be gone thell the next morning, and I would have the house to myself. As soon as I heard her car pull away, I was off to my room. At age fifteen, I was going to do some self bondage, a type of mummification bondage, using rope and duct tape. After stuffing a handkerchief in my mouth I closed it off with duct tape. I could now make hardly more than a soft mmph. I ran to the backyard and to the playground. Standing on a stool I began. Using duct tape, I wrapped my legs together real tight, starting at the ankle and working up to my torso, securing myself to the pole. I continued to wrap myself onto the pole up to my arm pits, I then took the tape across my shoulders and upper arms (which was hard), and when I had finished, all but my arms and head were taped to the pole. For my arms I had made a couple loops of rope with a cinch in the middle, so putting my hands behind the pole (and checking to make sure I could reach my release knife on a string, always have an escape) I slipped my wrists into the loops and pulled the cinch. With just enough movement I kicked out the stool and was now suspended and trapped until I could get out of the rope and cut myself loose. After about an hour of struggling and pretending to be really trapped, I decided that I better get out and go inside, since I was getting rather tired. But I soon realized that I could not get the knot undone, and with my hands actually tied the knife was just out of reach, so I naturally started to panic. After about two hours of really struggling and many failed attempts to get out, I gave up, I had seriously trapped myself. Soon I drifted off to sleep. I woke up some time when it was getting dark, I heard some noises from the neighbor’s house, but nothing, and soon I drifted back off to sleep again. It was rather comfortable actually. When I woke up next there was a car pulling into the driveway. I saw he go in the house, unpack groceries…etc, the anxiety was killing me, as was my bladder. Finally my mom saw me and ran out to the yard and over to me. She un-gagged me and asked the question ‘Did you do this to yourself?’ ‘Yes’ I responded, not having any good excuse and with a roll of duct tape laying on the ground and a knife on a string just out of my reach. When I was free she told me clean up and use the restroom, we were going to have a talk. I thought she would be mad but she said it was perfectly fine. But since I wanted to be tied up, she would be the one to tie me up, so it would be safe. I could be tied up whenever I want, I though, this made me feel wonderful inside…
|The sheer amount of activity here lately
is definitely a good sign. I admit these particular stories are not my
personal taste, but hey, that's not a bad thing. We each like different
Keep it up, everyone!
Also, anyone know where J. Constantine went?
|Thanks for the positive feedback to my story (especially Nicholas, I particularly enjoy your stories, too). I think I'll jot down that second story sometime soon.|
|Army-Navy Store Supplies|
|I noticed that someone here said that they
got some shackles at a military store. I too have found some nice supplies
from our Army-Navy store. Real heavy duty and hard to find anywhere else.
Good thick heavy straps are quite effective.
Hospital supply stores are also excellent. They offer a lot of apparatus that is used to restrain patients like leather wrist and ankle cuffs with heavy straps and even stretchers! Want to have some fun. Tie someone down on a stretcher or into a wheel chair.
Heavy ace bandages are great too for tying and gagging someone. One of the most effective gags that I have ever used is a ace bandage wrapping around the mouth in a x-formation. Some straps work very well as gags too, in particular velcro type. Shop around. You'll be surprised what you can find.
Wrist and ankle cuffs can be fastened to
a bed or even to the floor and overhead. Hospital gowns can be useful too.
Use the ties in the back to tie your partners hands. Have fun.
|Tieing someone to a chair.
I agree that can be and usually is very effective, especially if you use a lot of rope and secure the movable joint areas i.e. the arms, around the chest, around the legs, knees and ankles.
Have you ever tried tying someone into a hogtie? That is impossible to get out of. And it is fun watching someone try to wiggle their way out.
Spread eagle to a bed is also effective. Mens ties or a womens nylons if you are tying a woman who is weaker, is softer than rope and won't cause rope burns. If you can go to a hospital store and pick up wrist and ankle cuffs, you'll secure your partner and they are fairly comfortable as well as strong. The cuffs are lined with a soft fabric and they have a chain with a metal hook that is very strong.
Also, put someone in a sleeping bag with their hands and feet bound and duct tape around the outside. I have never found anyone that could break out of that.
Always make sure that you are close by and have safety signals for release. Some first timers in particular get scared, almost castrophopic when placed in these situations.
Never keep anyone gagged for too long a period.
And some people won't even want to be gagged. Other love it. Go figure.
Great man. Wasn´t home for the weekend so i just read it.
|One Screw Up|
|Hey! I just had a game this week although u may say got screwed up. Anywho, Since I said I would probably have a story on saturday or sunday each week, I was thinking of what to do. I figured out that johnathin was at his grandpas who lives a couple houses down from me. So I invited him and roy over. Roy isn't into bondage much but still thinks it is ok. So he came down and we hid the plan . Soon I gave roy a wink and he knew it was time. We had a chair that we had recently took out side. My mom seen it and told us to take it in. so we were not able to tie him to the chair.now he is 5 place in the resteling league. So he is pretty strong. When he came out I snuck up behind him and grabbed him. Not A good move! he spun around till I flew off. Then grabbed me and took me to the car. he threw me against the side and tied my hands together. then my ankles. he tapped my mouth shut and threw me in the back seat. In anout 10 mins. when he was looking for roy I finnaly got my hands untied. Then got my feet untied, And pelled the tape off my mouth than threw open the door. when he caught roy I pitched in. Then he threw roy in the back and roy claimed that johnathin was twissting his wrist. so I pulled him out and toook him to the picnic table. johnathin picked him up and he lost his bowlince. He almost fell on johnathin so he slightly shoved him back. roy fell into the picnic table and brussed is knee. He then went bazzerk and left,and it ended there. More next week!See ya!|
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Bondage Fan, very sensible and useful advices indeed. A subtle way to make a person helpless is by putting each limb of his/her in some sort of splints so his or her arms and legs will have to stay stiffly straight. This can be achieved by means of four wooden or plastic bars the right lenghth and some bandaging. If the person is on the floor getting up will be impossible. Plus, the person won't be able to remove any gag that's been put on him or her because her hands will be and stay an arm away from his or her face.
All of this seemed perfect, John had a job at a haunted house, in a room with the hottest, most wonderful girl (Michelle). John is 20 and Michelle is 18. As they both lived in the same dorm building and they drove together to the haunted house. John and Michelle had been going out for 3 months today. Their room at the haunted house was a simple room covered in black fabric, there also was a padded pole in the room. Behind one of the curtains was a box of rope and tape, for random uses. It was halloween night, going from 7pm to 1am, and Michelle said she had an idea of doing something differnt for the evening, but would not tell john, she said it was a supprise. When they got there at 6, they went up to their room to set up for the night, then they would go and mingle with other employes. When they got to the room Michelle ordered John to strip to wearing just his leather pants. When he did she then had him stand up with his back against the pole. "do you trust me?" Michelle asked, "of course" John answered curiously. With that she grabbed his hands and began wrapping them with rope. "What are you doing?" asked John. "shh..." Michelle cooed him, "you will see, and it will be great to scare people." When she had thruoughtly tied his hands together she began wrapping the rope around his chest and torso, tightly (but comfortably) securing him to the pole. She knows what she is doing thought John, and he liked it. She then tied his legs, from his feet to his waist, and when she got done, he was stuck to the pole in every possible way. She came around to the front of him and to his supprise gave him the best and longest kiss of his life. "I love you John and have always wanted to dominate you, now you are all mine for a good 5 hours." She kissed him once more and then without him know, she took some black duct tape and wrapping his head to the pole, she both securely gagged him and secured his head in one place. " Dont you worry, ill be back." and with that Michelle was gone. While he waited a few girls who also worked there passed by giggling "i guess Michelle carried through with her plan, do you like it?" all john could do was nod slightly, and blush. He struggled but it was to no avail, "looks like they has you there tight," shouted back one of the girls. They then kept walking on to the employee area. Eventualy John heard somebody walking in and with a kiss on his cheek, he saw it was Michelle. Oh how he wanted to touch and kiss her. She had changed, into a short leather dress with a corset, you could almost see her panties below the skirt, and the fishnet tights completed it, she had a whip in hand and a devious look. She then rubbed his entire body, pinched his nipples and said it was time for customers to come in. Feeling so hot for her he could hardly notic the customers come by, some pointing, som laughing, some being scared. Eventualy he got into his character, accepting his fate. So he struggled, and "tried" to reach out at people, as much as he couldnt move. She would occasionally come over and taunt him with a kiss, or with the whip. By the time 1am rolled around and customers stopped coming by, he was still just as comfortable and secure in his bondage as when it started. She first pulled off his gag "i love you" were the first words out of his mouth. They made out for nearly 10 minutes. When she untied him she put some handcuffs on his wrist in front of him. Putting a collar on him, she led him to the car with a leash, past the turning heads of other employees. On the drive home they talked about how much she wanted to tie him up and how he loved to be tied up by her. AS it was late, the halls were empty. She led him to her room, and tied him to her bed. They had some of the best sex of their lives that night.
|Silk Scarves anyone???|
|There are all sorts of ways to restrain
someone. I don't recommend boards and such, at least would never do it
to anyone or allow it to be done to me. Seems very unfortable.
I like silk scarves or my hubby's neck ties. They are soft and secure.
I especially love a tie placed over my mouth as a gag with his cologne on it sifting up my nostrils. A real turnon.
I like handcuffs too, especially the furry cuff type or lined with something, ideal for ladies with small wrists.
Plastic rope is more comfortable than normal rope and doesn't leave rope burns. Ditto for drawstrings from a robe. And there are many other ways as well.
Nice posts guys.
|It's now evening here...
About 7 hours ago, when I came back from school, (haven't been tied up BTW, cause the girls all said 'How sad')
Well, when I came from school, I went to my lover, from 3 doors next. We sat at the table, watching TV, for about 45 minutes.
Then she said:'Should we go upstairs?'
'Why not', I answered, 'but you gotta help me up.'
So she helped me up, walked in to her room and she locked her door and took the key out. ( I didn't notice till later on...)
Take a seat, she said. And I got up her bed, throwed my hospital things on the ground and we started to talk.
Suddenly she took her duct tape out of a
She taped my hands crossed behind my back and the only thing I could do was... ...Scream for my life.
Shhh, she said, or else I'll gag you.
Then she took her make-up.
Oh no, I said, PLEASE not that PLEEEEEAAAAASE,
as I turned my head away.
Here's one hint: Guys, just cooperate, because you cant do anything about it and if they're certain they'll do it anyway.
So she put on pink lipgloss, eye shadow and whatever else, but it looked awful when she showed me with a mirror.
After an hour of make-up and the other stuff like tickling and pinching my cheek, she untied me and we went talking again...
PS: I need to say that it wasn't that worse
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|hi this is the first time i got tied up
and tortured, it was at my girlfriends house and we got bored watch movies
and she said "what can we do for fun?" so i said we could play a game,
and she instantly suggested "good cop, bad cop." so i said ok and she demanded
to be the good cop, which was fine with me.
so firstly i said she would have to wait till ive committed a crime. i made her wait so long she turned the tv back on, but then i snuck up on her and quickly gave her a wedgie. she was shocked, un-picked the wedgie and gave a devilish smile and ran after me, and after about 3 minutes i ended up cornered and she eventually got me down after a little knee and the groin and then quickly went and grabber some "extra sticky" duct tape. and taped my wrists behind my back and then pulled my jeans off and tied my legs together, (ankles and knees). she then stood above me and from under her skirt pulled down her sexy lingerie and stuffed them in my mouth and gagged me with tape. she then noticed id gotten a little aroused and giggled. she went to the kitched and got a pair of scissors and cut my shirt open, leaving me in boxer shorts. she then rolled me over on my back and sat of my groin area and tickled my not ticklish area feet, but then she went for me chest area and i squired so lud at little touches, she tickled for what seemed ages. she then proceded to my armpits, neck and groin area.
she then asked "havin fun?" all i could do was mumble "yes" and she then sat at the side of me and started patting my stomach harder and harder and proceded to give me a pink belly for ages. then she said "i think you deserve a taste of your own medicine" and she wedgied me so hard my boxers ripped but she couldve me up after.
then finished my humiliation of by rolling me over on to my stmach and saying "bad boy" and "bad cop" and she took her top off and placed it over my head and started spanking me ass tones of times and after a while she stopped.
she helped me up and my ripped boxers fell down and she said "you seemed to have more fun than i did" so she took me to the downstairs bedroom and we snuggled.
|First of all, cherrie I do not know what
the heck u are talking about,secound of all I will not be on for A while.
It is my first year in 6th grade not to mention the first semester. And
every thing is new, And I have some poor grades. So my parents are unhooking
my computer fr A while.
Probably 2 mounths. So don't expect from hering from me soon. See ya...
|http://yahoo.com & www.msn.com|
|a very long weekend|
|i am a new reader and poster and you may
hear from me more often after i have had some experences being tied up
by my older and much stronger brother.first of all i am a 14 year old male
and am very short and skinny for my age.my older brother is 19 and lives
at home well going to community collage near home.
you can say my story begins on a thursday the week before coulumbus day weekend and my parents were going out of town for the weekend and were not coming back till monday(which is columbus day)so i asked my parents if i could ask one of my friends greg over to stay for the weekend.my brother matt also wanted a few friends over for the weekend allow me to list them:jim who has been matts friend sence he was young and two guys he met at collage josh and chris. so my parents gave both me and my brother permision to have are friends over for the weekend.
it was friday after school my parents had already left and my brother was at a class so i decieded to get some home work done. after that(it was about 5:00}greg came over and was ready for the weekend.
we decided to play some X-box(you know halo 2,madden 2006}after about a half hour of that i decided to order a pizza and it came a half hour later.
15 minutes after the pizza came my brother and his friend arrived and took nearly all of the pizza so me and greg decided to go down stairs to get away from them but they decided to follow us which was strange then all of a sudden we were both grabed from behind josh had greg and jim was holding me they were both strong guys and both me and greg are weak and small.
finally matt appeared and said"listen guys i am the adult this weekend and i am in charge and i have a long weekend planed for both of you" we had no idea what to expect next.
finally we were both thrown on the sofa and ordered to put are sneaker on which was odd but i didnt think much of it.
we were then told to go to the bath room and try to get as much piss out as we could we both did it still in shock.after that we were told to get are hodies on and then i knew what was going to happen.matt then started to explain the weekend plan"you guys are going to stay the weekend in the sheds outside well me and the guys have a little party" we were then sat on the coach well are wrists were duct taped behind are backs and are ankles were taped jim did mine and josh did gregs"its going to be in the 60s this weekend so you guys should be ok out there"said matt.
let me explain about the sheds:we have two small sheds outside in the back yard and are practicly empty.
we were both gagged with bandanas and duct tape was used to secure them.then we were both blindfolded with bandanas both"mmphing" throght are gaggs.I then felt myself being lifted off my feet and carried outside. they were all laughing i knew this was going to be a long weekend.
i could no longer here greg i new he had already been put in the shed on the otherside of the yard. i then heard the door of the shed opening and i was saton my butt with my legs out in front of me "ill be back out later tonight to give both you guys some water" said matt.
i mmphed throght my gagged as i heard them shut the door.
It had been about 20 minutes sence i had
been locked in the shed and i was relly pissed off but concerned at the
same time becuse i dont know what whould happen if matt forgot about us.
but i didnt want to think about that right now i just wanted to get out
of this mess. i struggled for a little bit but i heard someone comeing.I
heard somone open the door and it was chris.
He removed my gag to let me breath and told
me to open my mouth he gave me some water and put my gag back in and put
more duct tape over it and also put more tape around my ankles and wrists
i then knew they were very serious about this.
he then put a pillow under my head and layed
a blanket over me. he then said someone will be out tomrrow mourning to
feed me.so i got comfy and fell asleep.
to be continued.................
|tied up victim|
|My bondage experience|
|So i live in a nice 1 story house, my room is near a bathroom that noone but me uses. So one night im on the internet and I find pics of scarf bondage and in a closet is a bunch of scarves so i take them and i take pink silk panties and I put them all in the bathroom. One day I look on the internet and i felt like doing self bondage, so i go to the bathroom my parents and my sister still home but I still go to do self bondage when i got in the bathroom i locked the door and putthe panties on i imagine awomen in front in a sexy scoolgirl costume with a white satin blouse and a satin plaid skirt with a black satin thong and a black satin bra with two oter schoolgirls that look the same with whips so the main girl orders the other girls to tie me up and gag me (really doing it myself) i blindfold myself than i tie my ankles gag myself then tie my hands together i imagine the main schoolgirl coming in and "playing" with me then i take it all of and put it away. I know this isnt the best story but this has only been one of my experiences i have more a little like this one.|
|The 12 year old|
|I'm going to tell you about when I "kidnapped" Kristen Hargis(my third cousin). I had spent the night at her house. We were sitting in her bedroom,when I asked her if we could play "kidnappers". She quickly agreed. I asked her to get some rope,3 shoelaces,2 bandannas(1blue,1 red),& a washrag. She retrieved the items & brought them in. I put the stuff in a gymbag & left the room. I then snuck back in,got out the washrag,"poured chloroform on it",laid the bag down,& walked over to the closet where she was standing w/ her back towards me. I grabbed her,pinning her arms down securely. I then clamped the cloth over nose & mouth. She "passed out", and I lowered her to the floor,face down. I then grabbed a string from my bag, pulled her hands behind her back,wrists crossed,& tied with a shoelace. I then got another one,crossed her ankles, and tied them together. Then, I pulled out the last shoelace and tied her legs together. I got out the red bandanna,folded it real nice&thick, put a folded,pink sock behind it & cleave-gagged Kristen's mouth with it. Then,I folded the other pink sock,laid it over her eyes & tied the other bandanna over it to cover Kristen's eyes good & secure. Lastly,I used the rope to bind her real tight. I picked her up,threw her over my right shoulder and placed her on the bed, which was the "helicopter" I would use to To be continued........|
|It would be very interesting if you could tell us about your early experiences, as a kid, when you started to use handgag over friends or relatives.|
|5 on 1 Part 3|
|Sorry for taking so long to write guys
5 on 1 Part 3
As soon as Lisa, Tammy & Laura left, Christa and Kelly turned their attention to me. I had on nothing but my underwear and was hogtied with handcuffs and gagged. During the time my cousin and her roommates were gone, Kelly lightly tickled me lightly while Christa watched TV. To give you the kind of idea of how good of a tickler Kelly was, she had an uncle that she and her family visited at least once a week. This uncle tickled her mercilessly (and still does today, I’ve seen him do it. He even did it to me once.) Needless to say that she learned from the best, and was pro at it.
After about 26 minutes, the elder women returned. Everyone except Laura sat down at the table to eat. Laura went up stairs and after a few minutes, came down with rope, the handcuff keys and an Oakland Raiders shirt on. Now I’m a big Kansas City Chiefs fan, the Oakland Raiders are the Chiefs’ #1 arch rivals. But that’s not the only reason I hated the Raiders; my favorite player Marcus Allen used to play for them, he even helped lead them to a few Super Bowls, however the Raiders staff treated him like he the NFL’s most expendable player. Marcus would later move on to bigger and better things with the Chiefs, but I was still sour at the Raiders for treating him so poorly. I just shot Laura my angriest look, I didn’t care if she taunted me while I was tied, heck that’s what she’s supposed to do, but taunting me with my least favorite team was crossing the line. (I’d get her for that in later days using the classic shaving cream and feather prank.)
Laura unlocked the handcuffs and took me upstairs to her room. There she told me to sit down, I obeyed and she wrapped some rope around my wrists, tying my hands in front of me. She then tied my ankles and finished off by using some string to tie my big toes. She took me to the closet, and took my hands over my head and tied them to the hanging bar with the remaining rope she didn’t tie my hands with. Laura then shut the door to the closet and head downstairs to eat. I just stood there in the darkness of that closet, once again waiting for my captor’s return. But I didn’t have to wait long.
A few minutes later, Laura came back to the closet and untied my hands, and undid my gag, but left the rope around my ankles and the string around my toes on. Lisa took me and put another cloth gag in my mouth, and took another strip of cloth and tied over my eyes. This marks the first time I’ve ever been blindfolded during a tie up game.
In the next room, Tammy was talking to the other Kelly and Christa about how I should be tied next. They just said to do a simple hogtie, and that’s how I was tied. For the next hour I was kept in that position while they tickled me. I couldn’t tell who was tickling me when because of the blindfold.
I was eventually untied, the gag and blindfold also came off. I was led downstairs for my dinner. The rest of the night, Kelly, Christa and I just watched a movie; of course I had my hands tied while I was watching. That night Kelly, Christa and I were put to bed. Christa wore her nightgown, and Kelly wore a pair of pajamas. Me, I just stayed in my underwear. Lisa tied us up, gagged us then tucked us in. I fell asleep, wondering if I’d ever get the upper hand on any of these girls.
I hope you get the upper hand sometime...
|The Tie Up Night|
|I said I would be back and here I am. This
happened about a month ago. And my name is Jason by the way.
I was headed to a sleepover. 4 girls and 3 other guys were going to be there. Laura, Brittani, Elizabeth, and Leah are the girls names. Matt, Ryan, and Robert are the other boys names.(Made up names for this story.) Matt got an idea that we play a game. A tie-up game. So we did. His idea was to make 4 teams. One girl and one guy on each team. Robert and Laura were a team. Matt and Elizabeth were another team. Ryan and Brittani were the third team. Leah and I were the last team. The rules were simple. Once you and your partner were tied up, you were out. The last team not tied could do what they wanted to the tied teams. We had 32 rolls of duct tape. 8 for each team. We all went to different corners of the house to plan strategy. We planned to go for Ryan and Brittani first. Unfortunately, when we were going to get them, Matt and Elizabeth caught us and took us into the bedroom and quickly went to work tieing us. They made us put our hands touching the other person's behind our backs. They taped around our hands and all the way up our arms. Matt went to work taping Leah's legs together and Elizabeth taping mine. They then taped our backs together and then our legs. And finally they wrapped some tape around both of our heads about 25 times. We were completely stuck. They led us to the basement and layed us on the floor. 10 minutes later they came back with Robert and Laura and after that with Brittani and Ryan. All of us that were tied thought we were going to be let go, but Matt and Elizabeth tied us up further. They tied us all together and then layed us on the floor and undid our gags. We just talked the rest of the night and then fell asleep. An alarm clock went off and we jumped up, or at least tried to. When there are 6 people tied together and they all try to jump it can hurt a bit. Matt and Elizabeth finally untied us all and then each of us individually.
I will have more stories coming.
Like to hear more.
|Did you get the upper hand, or stay the
prisoner forever, Sandra? Heh - I wouldn't mind you staying the prisoner
forever. Any more stories, I'd love to hear.
My favorite part is when they remove your
footwear while you're tied - did that happen much?
Again, any more stories, I'd love to hear.
|At school AGAIN... (but now it's my turn)|
Well, I thought I wouldn't be tied up at school anymore, but the boys seem to have a different side.
When I just sat on my chair waiting to go home, (the teacher was to the toilet) a couple of my new classmates sticked me to the chair just under my chest.
They said things like: Hard to walk huh? Do you wanna go home? You can't huh? HAHAHAHAHAHA all that sort of 'funny' things.( It wasn't funny at all, but they didn't care.)
I ripped the tape off my body and said VERY loud: I'm absolutely fed up! Just leave me alone, will ya? Get off my back! Stop it! Go away! (I was REALLY angry)
I swinged my arm to the back, hitting Frank (one of my classmates). He was down on the ground and I got his tape somehow. The others helped ME instead of helping him and we tied him up in a hog-tie position.
See you tomorrow guys! And I left. They 'untaped' him.
|Texas Chainsaw Massacre - our version|
|So Bruce and the guys walked out leaving
Diane and Nancy all trussed up. Diane wanted desperately to get loose to
work her revenge on Nancy and Nancy wanted to get loose first to pre vent
Diane from getting even.
Both gals squirmed on the floor, wiggled and tried to get loose. Finally, Diane gets the idea that she can bring her hands to the front by crunching up with her legs and moving her hands under her legs. It worked! Diane got her hands to the front and with her hands, pulled her gag off. Now she went to work using her teeth to loosen the ropes. This Diane was one fiesty gal.
Nancy looked on and couldn't believe what she saw. So now Nancy tries the same thing. But alas, Nancy was a little bulkier and couldn't pull it off. She couldn't get her hands under her legs.
Diane was almost loose and was very excited and started to sprout obscenities to Nancy for having her go through this ordeal.
Dianes hands were loose!
Now she reaches down and starts to untie her feet. We coul see Nancy sweating it out. I looked at Bruce and he decided to let Diane got his time. She had earned it.
Diane was loose!
Nancy just sat on the floor with this pitiful look in her eyes.
Diane had a different look in her eyes. It read like "payback time."
Diane started wiggling her two forefingers and she dug them into Nancy's sides and started tickling the living hell out of her. Then Diane pulled Nancy's shoes off and went to town tickling her feet. We could see Nancy giggling and squirming and mmmppphhhing under her gag.
We were laughing it up outside. Bruce really loved this.
Diane started looking around the room trying
to find something that she could use. She found a feather. Uh oh!
Nancy started to mmmmppphhh and turned her
head towards Diane indicating that she wanted her to remove the gag. Diane
spits out something about Nancy wanting to speak. Nancy nodded. Diane removed
the gag. Nancy started to plead for her life. And beseached Diane to end
Looking around the room, Diane found what appeared to be a big syringe. She filled it up with water and started to squirt Nancy in face with it. Diane was loving this and giggling like crazy. We couldn't believe this. We never saw Diane like this before. She was always so quiet.
Finally, Diane pushed Nancy to her stomach and started to tie her feet to her hands in a tight hogtie. Then after looking around, found some gauze and duct tape. She stuffed some of the gauze into Nancy's mouth and then duct taped, not once, not twice but three times.
Diane nubbed her hands together and said:
"Let's see you get out of that, Traitor! That is what you get for playing dirty tricks on me."
Diane then walks out the door and joins us
outside where we all high five her and tell her, "Good Job."
|I just found Daniel scrolling on this site...|
|Hello, I'm 14 like Daniel is.
I'm sleeping at his house tonight and we
are in the same class since Monday.
As far as I can see, it's a site for tie-up stories...
But i'm not going to tie him up now, because
Enjoy your meal, all of you american.
|Daniels girlfriend Esther|
|a very long weekend PART 3|
|I thoght i was awake but i couldnt tell
with the blindfold i knew when i bumped my head on the wall of the shed.I
was now very thursty and had no idea what my brother and his friends did
all night.I was now very stiff and hungry when the shed door opened and
it was jim.
he took off my gag and said"i just visited greg seems he was struggling with his wrist alot so i added more tape,so how are you"."well,pretty pissed off to say the least".i knew he wanted me to say this but it was the truth.
"well open up for some yummy oat meal" i have to atmit it was pretty good since i hadent eatten since last night.
after that he gave me some more water and put the gag back in .
before he left he told me"we'll have much
more fun tonight"
to be countinued......................
|tied up victim|
|I just awoke and Esther was next to me.
You knew it earlier than me as I can read.
Please continue, I like to hear what your brother did next...
|Sandra, glad to see you are back!
so, tell me, what is the most memorable/incredible tie up you have experienced?
|anyone have a story of when a aunt or mom tied them up|
|Hey my name is lizzy but they call me PEACHES'
=) anyways im female. i live in Nj And i love Tie up Games. But i mostly
liked to be tied and sometimes be the one in control!...im begging for
someone to tie me up right now..heh heh...i liked to be tied with hand
behind back and tied andkles and any gag i guess...but yah ..if you wanna
talk..email me...or IM me at xundercoveralice
Thank you! =)
BTW, I have sleeping problems.
Going to bed...
|larry, your story is great so far. cant
wait to hear the rest.
daniel-i am a psychology major and know a fair amont about sleep disorders. how many hours on average do you get of sleep per night? also, what time got to bed, what time wake up...eating habits at night and morning.
To prevent falling asleep in school, I recommend a cup of hot strong black coffee, or cold Coke or Pepsi. Caffiene pills, like No-Doz also work.
To sleep at night, I recommend hot milk with butter, or Nytol.
|Hi. Im new here... duh. ne way so im gunna post but i need to do homework and i could take a wile to write so ill be back. I do wonder if there is any one out there that would be intressed in talkin on e-mail... i don't have im so yeah k... post later.|
|One of my favorites|
|This happened a while back, I'm 22 now,
but it happened when I was around 14 or 15. I was over at my friend Josh's
house for a sleepover. It was Josh (15), Greg (14), Matt (14), and Tim
(15). We were all in his basement and decided to play our version of Hide
and Go seek in the dark. In our version, the person who was It, had to
go find the people hiding, but the difference was that the people hiding
could Kidnap the person who was it. We usually had two people who were
"It". I was IT and so was Matt. I started out in this little room in the
I was looking behind some boxes when I heard something move behind me. Before I could turn around, Josh popped up behind me. He put his hand in front of my face as to handgag me, but we heard someone coming...he told me to play it safe if I knew what was good for me.
Matt came in and asked if I found anybody. I told him no and quickly took off before Josh could get me.
A couple minutes later, I was crawling underneath the pool table to check for people, when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me out. I looked up and saw Josh.
"I'll scream" I told him
He quickly covered my mouth with his hand very tightly. Tim was with him and they were discussing what to do with me before Matt got back. I was mmmphing and trying to make noise from underneath his hand, but he kept squeezing tighter. They decided they would gag me and tie me to the furnace. Josh quickly threw me over to Tim, who in turn covered my mouth with his hand. I watched Josh run over and get ducktape. He peeled off a piece, than took his sock off! I protested like crazy under Tim's hand, but he forced my mouth open and Josh stuck the sock in my mouth, than secured it with ducktape. They dragged me over to the heater and tied me up so tight I had trouble breathing. They than went off, leaving me in the dark to get their next victim...
TO BE CONTINUED
|My first Tie-up! (ff/mm)|
Ok everyone. Im new here so bare with me, kay? Im 17 years old, and this happened when I was 13...so 4 years ago. Heh...im smart. Well, here it is.
I was staying the night at my friends house
(lets call him Justin)and his mom went out to go party with some of her
friends, sinse it was her birthday. Now, Justin had 4 younger brothers.
Im not sure their actual ages, but I know they're younger then us, so his
mom has Justin's older cousins babysit us. There names were, oooh, Heather
and Tina(again, fake). They were I think around 17 years old, and
they were twins. Now, they were ok looking, not the cutest girls ever,
but they were normally pretty cool to us. Anyways, at around 8pm Justin's
dad comes over to pick
These closets had the outside latch which you could put a lock on, and they made it so we could not escape. About 15 minutes had gone by when my door opened. I blinked from the light and saw them both grinning.
“Hi Corey.” Tina said sweetly, and I stuck
my tounge out at her. I was pretty rebellious back in
“Lemme go, cow.” I yelled. They both just laughed and grabbed me, carrying me onto the couch and threw me down. Tina straddled me and smirks, “Hey Corey? Are you ticklish? I know Justin is, but i wanna know if you are too.” I gulped lightly. Was I? Of course! I was ticklish everywhere, especially on my feet and I happened to only be wearing socks.
They seemed to have both noticed my gulp,
and grinned evily. Tine moved my hands up above my head and held them there,
and began to drag her nails over my stomach. Heather had found her way
to my feet and began tickling them with her nails. I cried out with hysterical
laughter and begged for mercy, but none was to be found. After a few minutes
of this, they stepped it up a notch. Tina lifted my shirt up to my eyes
to keep me from seeing, and raked her nails over my
“I wanna tickle skin! Maybe I should take
off his socks? They kinda smell anyways...”
Well, what did you think? Coments wanted, good or bad. Email me if you’d like, too.
Love and Peace!
|Thanks for the tips!
But ehhh, I wanna know who posted something on my name.
So Cheri, it wasn't me and I like your stories!!!
I'll like to hear if you took revenge...
|Hello there all you freaks i am Mr.X i am a very strange man i i take about 5 antidepresents a day and i am nuts i am off my rocker so it was me who called cherri a bitch becuse she is i have her papers to prove it.shes part lab part poodle so any way it was me i am the calpret you wont here from me any more i will be out planting garlic so tata...........|
|Monkey Bar Mischief|
|Many years ago, when I was growing up as
a child in the suburbs, one of my neighbors had one of those combination
playground contraptions-- you know, with a swing, a slide, a rope that
you could shimmy up and a set of monkey bars that you went across hand
over hand. Now, don't ask me to explain why because the reason is lost
to me after all these years, but for some reason the monkey bars were always
the main attraction for us neighborhood kids. Some of us weren't big or
old enough to successfully make it all the way across, and it was a really
big deal to us-- so we'd keep practicing and trying, over and over. I know,
in retrospect, it seems really stupid . . . but when you are a kid, these
things are important for their own sake, like some magical milestone.
Well, one summer afternoon, instead of going to the pool with all the other neighborhood kids I decided to go over to my friend's house and practice the monkey bars on my own. I know-- grade A stupid, but bear in mind I was probably all of 8 years old at the time. So there I was, sitting on the ladder rung at the first monkey bar, about to go across, when my friend's mother comes outside. I guess she must have seen me through the window and decided to come out and see what was going on, or maybe she was keeping an eye on me to make sure I didn't get hurt or something.
Anyways, she asks me what I am doing, and I explain that I am practicing so I can make it all the way across to the other end of the monkey bars. She smiled at that and says that if I can make it all the way across to the other end that she will give me a bowl of ice cream. She didn't have to say it twice! I hopped up to the first bar and started to slowly work my way across the monkey bars rather awkwardly. I got about midway across when she stepped out in front of me and blocked my path. I wasn't really sure what to do about it at this point. I'd seen some of the bigger kids slide sideways on a bar to move left to right instead of forward and back, but I'd never actually done it myself . . . when all of the sudden, my friend's mom reaches out and pulls my tee shirt all the way up my torso and over my head!
So, I'm hanging from these monkey bars, and I don't want to let go because I really want to reach the other side and get some ice cream . . . but now, I can't even reach the next bar or move my hands very far because there's this tee shirt bundled up around my forearms! My friend's mother stood there for a second or two, chewing her chewing gum and laughing at my predicament. The next thing I know, she starts tickling me! I'm sure that the whole thing couldn't haven even lasted ten seconds really, but to me at the time it seemed to go on forever. I was struggling to hang on to that monkey bar and not fall down as she slowly hunted for the most ticklish places on my torso! She wasn't digging her nails into me-- it was more like the fingertips softly grazing my skin, slowly driving me crazy. She began at my waist and worked her way up my ribs and sides. The higher her fingers crawled, the more I squirmed and squealed. When she finally got to my armpits, she knew I was a goner. She popped her chewing gum, grinned at me with this triumphant look on her face and said, "Ready to quit, ain'cha?" That was when I lost my grip on the monkey bar and fell.
It didn't dawn on me until years later, but she often found situations to tickle me as a kid. For instance, us kids would be playing a game like murderball, statues or freeze tag that required you to play dead or hold perfectly still. If she was around, she'd watch for a little while and then when I got tagged, she'd sneak up on me with more of the slow tickling, saying things like, "Statues aren't ticklish!" or "Dead people can't laugh!" That's why, years later, I wound up asking her for a tickling rematch of sorts, when I challenged her to the Chinese Tickle Torture Rope Escape Challenge. But that's a story for another day, if people are interested.
That was a great story. Had suspence, action, brotherly love and intrique. So what happened after the doorbell rang? Don't hold us in suspence!
Great story Karen. Hope you do many more.
|re.cheri and everyone|
|hello everyone.the stories keep coming and they are great. i was thinking about the great hand gags i have received over the years and rated them on a scale of 1 to 10.the best buy far was from a girl named paris. unusual name but who the hell cares. she was a 9.her hands were so great that the pleasure was almost unbearable.the worst was a 5.her name was jenny. but in the end i loved them all.i am still looking for a 10|
|cherri i am woundering why are you posting on this board this is childhood bondage you are not a child you are an adult and most of your storys are kinnky and have sex in them.|
|Actually my stories are a lot more than
imagination and I have gotten back at my husband. In fact, I have mentioned
a few handgags at least here which may have expired by now.
I'm not into the m/m or f/f sort of stuff and not sure thatis appropiate here anyway. Also interesting is that I replied to Daniel and Roper 1 replies???
Anyway, this is a fun board and I'd like
to see more reality and less story telling.
|for some reson i think Mr.X makes a very good point|
|ok, Daniel...we understand it wasn't you...sorry
to have thought so and I hope you're foot has healed!!
as for Cheri's stories, she may not be a child but clearly there's kids who are enjoying them...we'll all be adults one day and may carry these interests with us so it may help to know where we're going!!
and the real disgrace is posting in someone else's name...have the guts to say what you will but sign your own name to it!
that aside, the board seems to have a really good energy right now. don't think there's any denying now that alot of people have these interests and there needs to be a place where they're not alone.
truly there does...
|This board does not discriminate as to who
ties who up. While you may or may not think that same sex bondage is not
appropriate many of us enjoy reading about it irregardless. Just so the
story does not get into the areas that are frowned upon on this board including
I am not going to get into the political diatribe regarding anything "Same sex" as that is a fight that is going to continue. I will say that I am happily not from Kansas.
There are some very good adult bondage groups that you might enjoy including some that deal more with artistic style bondage on Yahoo. Perhaps you might want to get involved with a group like AdultRopeArt or its sister group for "bottoms" Japanese Rope Art. Some of the dialogue is quite techincal dealing with suspension, Japanese style bondage and much more. While most of the members are hetro (hey, some of my best friends are hetro - lol!) they also do not discriminate against same sex rope work. I emphasise rope work because this group is not a porno group and caters to those of us who are into b/d on a serious level.
But let's not get ourselves in a bind (lol!)
over same sex bondage. Let's just have the fun that those who have written
on this group seem to have with it.
|If you took time to check you would have
noticed that one of my stories here RE: Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Our version
had some same sex bondage f/f with Diane and Nancy. I never said it was
bad per se but when that is the only story...???? C'mon!
But I also respect anyone's opinion to post
whatever they see fit here as long as it is within the rules. I have purposely
kept my stories "conservative" and left out the real details to keep it
clean. And like you, I don't want to start a fight either, despite I have
been called some crazy names. Like I said earlier, they may be able to
write it, I doubt if they can pronounce it and I also doubt if they have
ever had a member of the opposite sex in their arms. Some of us have.
|...why complicate this??
...wouldn't you agree that all bondage is fine provided it's consensual??
|When I was younger I had a cousin that loved to be tied up. I don't know why but he was always happiest with his hands tied behind his back, or any way for that matter!! We'd do normal stuff, wrestle, that sort of thing. But when I ran out of ideas one time for new ways to torment him I asked him for ideas!! He suggested I tie his hands and feet and suspend him out the window. At least, I think that's what he said, once I'd heard 'tie his hands and feet' I knew I was in action. Couldn't be sure of his cooperation so I rolled him over and drew both his hands behind his back while I had the chance. The nearest things in reach were a couple of scarves that I used for winter. Grabbed one and tied wrist to wrist behind his back, tightly cinching and sealing his fate!! Next turned to his feet and tied them similarly with another scarf ensuring he was tightly bound hand and foot. So there he was a captive by his own design!! Thought I'd take the opportunity while he was so restricted to see if he'd balk should I try to gag him. This was the 80's so we all wore wide knit ties!! Took one, rolled him on his back and proceeded to cover his mouth with my tie, wrapping the rest twice over his mouth. It actually took me a couple of tries to get it right, to get the lengths right. But on each occasion he kept his mouth closed and never fought it, seemingly resigned to being both bound and gagged by his older cousin. And was. Tightly and for the rest of the evening. Never got him out the window, though. Come on, kind of dangerous. Bondage is supposed to be safe & fun. Probably would have dropped him. But he remained, the rest of the evening, hands tied behind his back and feet tied together, gagged, watching me through it all, wondering, I guess. What goes through your mind when you're tied up?? I don't know. A helpless captive at any rate. And making for a quiet evening!!|
|Cheri: I have had interaction with the opposite
gender and can appreciate a beautiful woman as well as a handsome man.
I have also played in bondage with women as well. The issue here is that
we have the right to whom we choose to play with as well as marry. (Sorry,
but I had to include that hot item as well)! The biggest threat to our
society is not same sex marriage but those that want to encourage and add
additional discrimination to a very vocal minority. Equality should not
be limited to a gender based relationship but to all.
I have my limited number of bondage friends that I play with and we enjoy the interaction. It does not necessarily have to do with sex either - just the challenge of a long session and being able to be within my "inner self". Of course it is consensual as well as safe and sane. When I top someone I am always within seconds from that person if there should be a problem. But I also believe that there always has to be an interaction between the top and bottom as your stories illustrate between yourself and your husband. He knows what you want and you get what you want. So who is really calling the shots?
I am very strong on bondage safety and have written on that subject a number of times. Safety is more than the bondage itself but how you meet and who you play with.
|GUYS BABYSITTING...then getting tied up|
|Any guys out there who ever babysat for
some evil kids who somehow tricked you into being tied up/gagged..or even
One time I babysat for some kid who tied me up, then tickled my feet until I was hysterical. Major embarrasment. Anyone with similar experiences?
|hmmmm can't think of one|
|The week had drawn on for what seemed like
forever. Finley though it was the weekend, I was exited that I was going
to get to go over to my girl friends house. It was early Saturday morning
when I got my dad to drive me over. When I got there her sister greeted
me saying that Katie was in her room. I walked down the hall to Katie’s
room to see her laying on her bed watching T.V., she saw me and jumped
up to greet me. After a few minutes we made our way to the bed and we both
laid down and watched T.V. (its been a wile… I can’t say what we watched…
and I can’t say cuz I don’t know) so we watched T.V and laid around for
a wile. After some time she got up and saying she had to go to the bathroom
left the room.
When she got back I moved over and sprawled out over the bed so she couldn’t lay down. She tried to get me to move but I was stubborn and didn’t move. “Fine” she said and began walking off… silly me I let down me guard… I thought this too late, she spun around and ran at the bed jumping on it. She landed on top of me with her arm over between the bed and the wall… I didn’t pay attention to her though as I tried to kick her off the bed… but that changed when she slid a rope around my wrists… suddenly I was trying to get away but it was next to imposable with the position I was in. She was on top of me holding me down with her body and that left her arms free to tie my wrists together. I struggled, and was about to call for help when she rolled off me. I struggled to get up but she was back in a few seconds and I was once again smashed into the bed covers. Your NOT funny I said. Oh yeah, she responded well how’s THIS for funny? And she stuffed a pair of her panties into my mouth… they were black and soft cotton still though it wasn’t extremely pleasant.
She kept her hand over my mouth to hold the panties in as she pulled out a roll of tape and wrapped in over my mouth… I mmmpppffffttt but to no avail… little sound came out in other words.
(Here I have to admit that the rope and the tape she had/ has were things that I had left at her house after the first time that I tied her up… I know, SMAARRRT.)
There was lots extra rope left over from my hands and so she began to secure my ankles together with the tape, before using the rest of the rope to tie my ankles up in a hog tie. Finley satisfied with her job, she pulled me off her bed, and left me on the floor.
Ok. She said now aren’t you sorry that you
wouldn’t let me on my bed???
I was tied up for 20 min when her dad walked
in and to his surprise he saw what she had done to me.
She took her sweet time untying me but I didn’t complain.
|First off, no i was the kid that tricked
the baby sitter into being tied up... yeah...
Second in the above story i signd as the ME... im playing with names still so yeah i know but i will stick with moptop.
and what is "TUG" i should know... but i don't.
|T.U.G.S means "Tie Up games," I believe.
Lots of questions on how best to tie yourself up. Guess I may be an "expert" since I've done this to myself for many years, since age 12 I guess.
One of the main reasons, I feel, is that I really only enjoy erotic bondage--which is different than lots of stuff on this site in that it does not involve torture or abuse (beyond the bondage itself).
Anyway, whenever my family would go out I was ready with my ropes, tape and gags. One of my favorite is chair bondage. We had an old wooden, high-backed sturdy chair that was great for a teenage guy, because I could secure rope to different areas of the chair and proceed to tie myself up completely. There is never a problem with the feet, knees or legs but sometimes the arms and hands can pose a problem. Ditto on gags and blindfolds.
If you secure the rope first then any rope you wrap aroung your wrists can be further tightened by knotting onto the secure line. The hard part is cinching, but if you have flexibility this is also possible.
Before you know it you are completely tied and gagged. If you are lucky you may even have made it hard enough to make easy escape impossible.
Sometimes the rope sort of takes over and ties itself--if you know what I mean. Same with escaping--concentrate hard enough and almost any tie with rope is escapable. Maybe not so with duct tape of handcuffs or chains, but that's another story!
|Bound Guy Hawaii|
|Thank you so much tugsman. I love whenever someone makes one of those types of posts.|
|hello!i am a new guy.i am a guy from Malaysia[it's
situated in South East Asia,near Thailand].my english is quite bad so please
correct me if i'm wrong.i don't know why but i love bondage.In Malaysia
its quite bad to have addiction on something like this.i hate to be dominated,
but i really love to be the dominant one.i love to see beautiful girls
my first experience happened when i was 14 years old.i used to babysit a group of kids.3 girls and 1 boy.their parents always send them to my house when they were out for work.actually it was my mom who took care of them.i was the assistant.sometimes when my mom will went out.so,it was only me and the kids who left in the house.
i didn't have any interest with the boy[he was 6].two of the girls were 8 and the other one was 11.when the boy was watching TV,i did my thing with the girls.
before i tie them up,usually i'll find a REASON to do that.sometimes they loved to disturb me when i was playing with my pc,reading comics and watching Tv[i got my own room ,my own TV].so when 'i thought that they have annoyed me' so much,i'll took care of them.it's a funny thing because when i tied up a girl,the other 2 will wait for their turn by watching me do my thing.
usually,i'll used my scout ropes and gag them with tape.its a good experience.now i am 19 and i've ni more chance to do my thing again.please correct me if i got error in this ctory.
|i'll continue my story...
i felt bad when i think again about what i've did to those 3 girls.actually,what i want is a girl[or girls] who got the same age as me,and loved to be tied up.i don't know whether those 3 girls loved to be tied up.i forced them!
i still remember how i did my thing.i used my scout rope to tie their hands in their backs.then i used skipping rope or nylon rope to tie their legs.sometimes i even hogtied them!its a wonderful moment.usually i used tape[the tape that always used by plumber to tapep pipes] to gag them.sometimes i used cleave gag.neckties,karate belt,and many more...
malaysia is not like us where u can freely do the 'tying-up thing' to your girlfriends,friends, or relatives.most of malaysians look at bondage as something bad.i don't know why.i'd really love it if i get the chance to tie up someone again.
|To Cheri's post yesterday|
|I guess youre talking about the make-up
Well it was my girlfriend and I didn't care too much...
|First of all I was not referring to you
as an individual that does not enjoy the opposite sex, I was referring
to that clown that called me a B*****, unless that was you.
Also, I was referring to opposite sex bondage and indicated that same sex bondage as in the case with that Texas Chainsaw - Our Version with Diane and Nancy can be and is fun. I never said anything about same sex marriage, something I am strongly opposed to you. It may be a free country but it won't be for long if that gets passed.
Years ago, there was a lot of turmoil about the new (then) no smoking laws. Smokers protested that this is supposed to be a free country. Hey, how about the rights of the non smokers like myself? 2nd hand smoke is just as dangerous as smoking yourself. And I have strong rules for fidelity. I may agree to a bondage episode with another man, but would never go beyond that now that I am married. When I was single...that was different. Although I was still careful and choosy.
This is a free country and rights should be allowed up to a point. I was also glad to see Howard Stern suspended again. What good does this clown do for our country? On the other hand, how much damage has he done? Good bye and good riddance Howard.
|Hey! my parents decided to let this one slide! (grades punishment). Oh and daniel. I have a friend named daniel that I introduced to this web. He lives in germany and might have posted. So if u think he is froding he isn't! I will ask him! And u have not been posting much on my group any more. U away or somethin?|
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No, it wasn't me that called you whatever it was. There is no place on this group or any other group for crap like that. Must have been one of the juveniles. I don't find that kind of behaviour funny and certainly not clown like.
You simply must stop going to movie theatres unless you enjoy getting into those situations.
The only clown I can think of is the one at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. in the White House and he is anything but funny.
|I agree: Howard Stern is the lowest form
of trash - well almost as low as Rush L. who is even lower. Then again
Rush is too busy popping pills.
Marriage is a legal contract between two people. Period. The right of any two individuals who enter a contract should be for all and not against a select minority that shall have the same rights. A marriage must be performed by a duly licensed individual be it a judge, member of the church or anyone else. The fact that you are married in a religious institution is fine but the pastor, priest or whatever must have that license to make it a legal union.
The arguement that is going on is being started by right wing fundalmentalists who are using their beliefs as a religious matter and not a legal one.
We have the right to marry and love whomever we wish so long as it is one of lovingkindness just as we have the right to have bondage with whomever we have so long as it is safe, sane and consensual. As for this being a free country, it must be free for everyone - not just those that fall into the "right" categories.
We in the United States have developed into a country of self contained fear ignited by these very same right wing lunatics that wish to control the lives and rights of others. Canada allows same sex marriages and so far the world has not come to an end nor has their government fallen apart. Many European countries have as well and they're still in existance. The All Mighthy hasn't struck them down with a bolt of lightning.
The time has come for all Americans to have the same rights irregardless of their gender orientation. Otherwise are we to have some people still ride "in the back of the bus"? I think not.
Oh, I think I am free to say all of these things - I hope.
|Does anybody here live in the central New York area? If so, do you want to meet and do some tugs? I am 16 and looking for people 14-17. Thanks and drop an email or post on the site if you are interested or want to know more.|
|New York tie|
|Hey my name is Leah. I've been into being tied up fow a few years now. my two friends Emily and Lauren are the ones who got me into it! I absolutely love it too! We all share an apartment together and we tie each other up whenever we have free time just for the heck of it! Well if any body wants to hear some of my stories or see some of my pictures then just tell me!|
|I am going to Antwerp for the weekend, so
I wont be on till Thursday or Wednesday.
I'll read your stories later on...
|Hey ppl , im a female an looking for an
online master/mistress who is very strict. so if u wanna no more add me
on msn :P
|The primary point of marriage isn't religious
or social, it is to legal, primarily to determine property rights without
every estate landing in front of a judge to decide.
Modern law however has seen to it though, that almost every estate worth having anything to sue over does land in front of a judge, so that now all we are left with are social and religious definitions of marriage.
Let us now consider the issue of gay marriage
along purely economic reasons, while 2 people may have the right to do
whatever they want, do they have a right to make pay for it, which would
happen if one of them had any kind of benefits plan.
|Please finish, DJ.|
|I have a suggestion. Whoever owns this sit should allow pics|
|http://think about it|
|This is to Nicholas h where is your next post we love you|
I like to hear your stories!
And for the pics, well, I know someone who
owns a msn group.
Feel free to join, it is for all ages.
|Do you know???|
|Does anyone of you know some Movies which
contain clean bondage???????
Please react on this.
|Daniel, It is bound and gagged lol. Bound, And tied mean samething. Get it right!!! (lol)|
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|Well, if you want clean bondage movies, I suggest checking out world-wide known Boundit's site: http://mtbmf.net/boundit/|
|Hey Lizzy im from Southern Ny how`d you get into this whole "Tug" stuff IM at Crimson Blad3 if u wanna chat|
|My birthday,october 30, started out pretty
normal.I went to school,talked to my friends,etc. I did notice that a couple
of boys(these were a couple of my friends)were looking at me and grining."oh
well" I thought. I got a lot of happy birthdays, but no presents.
Later that day, I got off the bus (I live on a farm,in the country...) with my little brother and set down my bookbag to pet our new filly who was romping in the field and came up to greet me.I stroked her forehead,and then picked up my backpack and went inside my house.My mother was cleaning the house,while my father was out plowing our back field.
I went up to my room and unzipped my backpack and pulled out my homework,and began working on it."It seems so weird!"I said aloud to no one imparticular,even though my cat,Curse,perked her ears a bit."maybe it's just that I'm getting older...that my birthday's arn't any fun..oh well."I returned to my homework.
Then I heard something from my back closet,and figured it was just one of the cats.I looked down at my homework when suddenly I felt a warm hand cover my mouth,and then another hand cover my eyes.I immediatly began to scream,and I was surprised at how I could barely hear myself.
I then felt anther pair of hands,which I had just noticed were holding on to me so tightly.(I must've not realised I was being held!)The hands were then working with some rope around my wrists and pulling it taut,and then knotting it I don't know how many times.The hands then tied my ankles together tightly as well.
Since the one hand over my mouth was also partailly covering my nose,I began to feel weak and vulnerable. Just then both of the hands on my face were lifted off,and I realized that the two people tying me up were my boy friends at school,at least two of them.I knew I couldnt escape,because they each played football,and I am only a cheerleader.
I was then blindfolded and gagged with a scarf(i think,at least that's what it felt like in my mouth,but it was disgusting..)And I was then put into somesort of vehicle.
Then I remember the two football boys(Dillon and Josh)were untying me and I looked up and saw all my friends!"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!everyone yelled.I had a great party,and I hope my birthdays keep getting better and better.
TO BE CONTINUED.(WANT ME TO CONTINUE?)
|Sure, Bridget. I'd love to hear more.
I thought your story was very cute. Thanks for sharing it with us.
|Bridget, there's more? Yeah, tell us!|
|tied up game to try|
|All Tied Up
Players: 8 or more
Equipment: A ball of soft string for each team (with the same length of string on each)
This funny relay calls for two teams of 4 or more players. The teams line up side by side and face each other. The first player on each team is given the ball of string. Then at a starting signal, the first player holds onto the end of the string and hands the ball to the next player. The next one holds onto the string and unwinds enough so that he or she can pass the ball along to Player #3. The ball is handed along the line, unrolling as it goes.
When the ball of string gets to the person at the far end of the line, that player hands the ball behind his or her back to the player it just came from. That player passes it back, with each player holding on as well as possible, till it gets to the front of the line. Then Player #1 pulls the string around and starts handing the ball along towards the end of the line again.
You see what's happening? The teams are getting wrapped up by the string. The first team to get wrapped up and use all the string wins.
Now you can have an untying relay with the same rules, as each team tries to untie itself first.
|chris from qld aust|
|hey would love to chat with you on yahoo boy4me2c|
|nice way to tie someone|
|THE BEST TIE UP
PUT TENNIS BALLS IN EACH HAND AND DUCT TAPE
FOLD ARMS IN FRONT OF YOU TIE A LONG ROPE
TO YOUR ELBOW THEN AROUND YOUR BACK TO THE WRIST ON THE SAME ARM
TAKE ANOTHER LONG ROPE AND TIE IT AROUND
THE WHOLE BODY BETWEEN THE SHOLDERS AND THE ELBOWS SO IT GOES AROUND ABOUT
3 OR 4TIMES
TAKE ONE OF THE ROPES HANGING FROM THE WRIST
AND TAKE IT UP OVER THE ROPE GOING AROUND THE BODY THROUGH THE ARMPIT
GAG AND BLINDFOLD HIM AND THEN WATCH IM TRY AND GET OUT AND NOT BE ABLE TO
Have you or any of the boys ever used handcuffs
|At least in our games handcuffs were not
needed, because the boys were scouts - and sure could do magic with ropes!
I only used them a couple of times(an escape stunt I remember) but didn't enjoy it that much, mainly because there's no way out of them and because they're not as restrictive as rope can be.
Do you have any stories to tell?(with or without handcuffs)
|That sounds like a great tie up!! I wish someone would keep me like that!!|
|How To Really Tie Somebody Up|
|My favorite way to tie my boy buddies is
to have them lay down on a blanket, then roll them up nice and tight. Then
use haevy duty tape and tape off the ends across and down to prevent the
blanket from unrolling. Then duct tape his mouth and blindfold him.
I did this with one of my sleep in buddies
and kept him that way overnight. Works like a charm, they never get loose
untill I let them loose.
|tied by choice.|
|Hey, This is a lil boring because I have not had many friends who are as experienced at bondage Like I am. So yestarday My friend bass came over so we went outside. He let me tie him to 2 trees. 1 hand handcuffed too 1 tree the other 1 tied to the other. Than both his fee together. He told me he would probably scream if I dumped Ice down His back earlier. We were out of tape so I used a shirt. I went behind him and shoved a foam ball in his mouth. Than took the shirt and and tied it around his mouth. He tried to say something but all that came out was an mmmphhh.I waited for a couple of mins. About 20 or so. He mmmpphhhed every once and a while but not much. When I was about to get the ice I seen his dad pull in so I ungagged him and quckly untied him. It was hard for Him to help get his legs lose because He had a broken arm. He came over later that night and spent the night at my house. Later that morning we came home from church while my parents were eating there. so we played a game. It whent on taking turns till he tied me And it was imposible to get out of. He grabbbed a shirt and some small rope, shoved the rope in my mouth and gagged me with the shirt. I tried tp say somthin but all that came out was a couple mmppphhhhs. So he went and got a hand full of ice and threw it down my back. Than started rubbing my shirt. I started mmmphhhing like crazy. He let me out soon. Sorry if it was a lil boreing. That is all I have.|
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|In the Pale Moonlight: Outmatched Operatives|
|Hi there, it’s Chris again, or Christopher,
as I was called by everyone when I was a child. Both events I’ll be describing
are true and occurred more-or-less as I recount them, with some poetic-license
added to fill-in blank spots in my memory and to help maintain a decent
narrative drive (also, I only use first names of people involved, and these
have been changed, see my first story for why). The first part is a lead-in
to the main story, describing an event that was technically unrelated to
that wonderful game, ‘Operatives’, but which did have a psychological bearing
on me, and therefore affected the events of the game this time around.
The second part describes the actual events of the game.
In my last story I described how, as an 8-year-old, I had developed a wicked desire to get myself tied-up and how, during a fairly wonderful game, I found myself bound hand and foot in a shed with a big mouth-stuffing gag between my teeth. I was 12-years-old then, and it was the very first time that someone had restrained me to hide me from potential rescuers. It was invigorating: the tightness of the bonds on my bare wrists and ankles, the feel of the gag in my mouth, the knowledge that I was, effectively, a kidnapped boy (and it was the best kind of kidnapping: free of the risk of my injury, death, or other unpleasantries). All the sensations were heightened by the fact that I’m a person with a very active imagination…
It would be several months after that before I would get the chance to play that excellent game called ‘Operatives’ again with my friends in northern California (I visited my friend there, Sean, quite frequently, but the game requires a lot of boys to be available all at once to play, and therefore we didn’t have a chance to play it for some time, and I didn’t want to press the issue and look too eager to get myself trussed…)
The experiences of that game and my (awesome) ordeal in the old wooden shed affected me in a couple of ways. Firstly, I noticed that many of my dreams were changed; I was finding myself helplessly tied and gagged more often in my sleep, whereas before the game I had seen myself in a more ‘heroic’ light when dreaming. Instead of being some brave and courageous boy boldly facing villainy, I was a frightened child desperately struggling to free my bound body and loosen a tight gag covering my mouth.
Secondly, I noticed that I was a little more open with my interests with some of my friends. I had two good friends, John and Lisa, who were in the 6th grade (like myself) and we’d often watch TV or movies together. One time (I remember this clearly) we were at Lisa’s house watching a fairly cheesy chop-saki where the hero is surrounded by ninjas and, as he thrashes them, his young sidekick is grabbed by the villain and dragged off kicking and screaming. The hero chases the villain after the boy’s cries alert him.
“Sheesh,” I said, out of the blue, “why didn’t he just gag the kid?”
I regretted saying it almost before I’d finished, I was already beginning to blush, but Lisa immediately replied: “Yeah, that would’ve been what I’d have done.” That took me aback. I looked over at Lisa from my periphery: she was quite a slender and tall girl (in 6th grade the girls are naturally taller than the boys, but due to my relative shortness the effect was even greater in her). Lisa was beginning to become a ‘volleyball girl’: she was athletic and used her asset of disproportionately long legs well. Her hair was nearly platinum-blond (though, I thought, not as blond as mine when I had been little, now mine was turning dirty) and her big green eyes were striking. I couldn’t imagine a girl like her tying anybody up (back then I almost exclusively visualized my kidnapper as a burly masked man with evil eyes) but the thought of her doing that to any boy, or even me, was… interesting…
So when John told her: “Heh, come on Lisa, you couldn’t even put a leash on a puppy! How’re you going to do anything to someone as strong as you?” I saw a devilishly amazing opening.
There was a slight ringing in my ears. My
lips seemed to move without my consideration: “Yeah, Lisa, especially a
“Come on, everyone knows that boys are stronger than girls, right? So if you tried anything like that on a boy, you’d probably be the one to end up kidnapped!” At the time, I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
Lisa was by no means a tomboy. She was actually quite feminine, but let’s just say, not dainty. I knew, for example, that she often liked wearing dresses and, because of some… well, rather short PE uniforms we wore at school, that her underwear was often frilly (as a side-note, and this is completely true, the very first nosebleed I suffered at school happened during physical education, at the time I guess I thought it was God’s way of telling me to keep my eyes to myself, but I make no apologies: find me one 12-year-old boy who wouldn’t have looked and I’ll eat my shoes…). Noticing girls was a very recent development for me, dating would be some time off, and so during this opening act of puberty in my life Lisa was simply another friend.
And now I was riling this friend into dangerous territory. If she’d known that I had paid some attention to her as she climbed the ropes in PE she’d have knocked me silly; now that her physical prowess was being questioned by a boy half-a-foot shorter than her, well, that called for serious measures.
“You think that boys are stronger than girls?” She scoffed.
“Sure,” I said, getting into it now, “I mean, there’s no girls’ varsity football team at the middle school, or at the high school, right?”
And then, glory to God in the highest, she said what I’d hoped she’d say: “Yeah, well you’re not on the varsity team at school, are you, Christopher?” That was true, I was getting OK at throwing a decent spiral, but there were far better QB’s than me at school and, with my diminutive size, there were few other positions that I could play.
I chuckled, baiting her even more: “so you mean you think that you’re stronger than me? So you think that if I was the boy in that movie that you could tie me up? Ha ha ha!”
John laughed a little too, but he looked
more perplexed than amused. I don’t think he was too happy that I was offering
to be pitted against Lisa as a representative of my sex, and more practically,
he was concerned that I, provoking a girl with more height and more muscle
than myself (at least in the legs… maybe all over…), was slightly suicidal.
you’re being ridiculous!” That was her favorite word to use when she got
After about a minute my breathing slowed and some normalcy returned to the room. The movie still played, John and I still watched it. I was a little concerned: I pictured Lisa up in her room, crying or cursing me tearfully; she could get quite upset, and since she hadn’t already tried to pummel me (or kick me out of the house) I was afraid that I’d really hurt her.
If I had known the truth at that point, I would have likely suffered a nosebleed that could kill me. As it was I was too preoccupied with my thoughts to hear John say: “What’s that?” or to hear the very quick and feminine (but not dainty) footfalls of a barefoot girl running at full speed from behind me…
BAM! I grunted as the air rushed out of my lungs: two hands collided with my back, the force of two locked arms sent me sprawling onto the thick carpeted floor with a thud. “Ooof!” I yelled in pain and surprise as I landed and, stunned, braced my arms so I could get up.
I didn’t get far: no sooner did I fall than 95 pounds of 6th grade girl suddenly landed on my arching back. “Ulgh!” I managed as I felt two powerful female leg muscles clamping against my thighs from either side. Suddenly there was another noise too, one that quickly sent a hot, searing signal down my spine from the nape of my neck to the tip of my tailbone.
The sound was wondrously disorienting, in the back of my head I knew it should excite me intensely, but in my shocked state I couldn’t place it…
“Hey, get the heck off-a me, Lisa!” I yelled from under the green-eyed girl’s body.
“Don’t tell me you’re frightened, little boy?” She mocked me, making to prove her point from earlier.
I lashed out with my hands and toppled her off of my back; I rolled over onto my own back, but Lisa was quick to recover and quickly got back on top of me, grabbing my arms and fighting with her legs to control my flailing lower body. It was then that I saw the item that had made that loud noise: next to us, beside us two struggling 12-year-olds locked in a mock battle-of-the-sexes, was a worn roll of duct tape from Lisa’s garage.
Despite the situation, my excitement rose 10-fold and my pulse probably jumped into tachycardia…
John was staring at the scene with surprise and (I’d bet my life on it) some amusement; he always did enjoy a good fight that he didn’t have to participate in…
“John, get her off me! She’s nuts!” I yelled.
Lisa glared at him with a fierce warrior-princess type gaze: “No way, John: this is just a little thing between Christopher and me!” She retorted.
John was inclined to agree with Lisa: “Sorry,
Christopher,” he shrugged, “but, remember, you did say that thing about…”
By this time we were both panting and doused in a good deal of sweat. I felt a drop of perspiration as it rolled off Lisa’s chin and landed between my shoulder blades (which were bared since my t-shirt had been stretched in the scuffle). I was uncomfortably hot, with Lisa’s hyper-thermal body pressing down onto mine. I panted into the carpet: it was hard to breath with the girl straddling me, keeping her hands on the small of my back and a knee against my rear end. I was tired, exhausted.
I had no fight left in me, and she knew it.
“You’re going to hold still for me, aren’t you?” She ordered, panting.
“Shut-up.” I huffed, but I did not resist.
I felt Lisa pull my wrists together against my back and then wrap the duct tape around them again and again; I felt her chest pressing against my back as she reached around to my face, planting a small slather of tape over my lips (coincidentally I felt something else at that moment which made me exceedingly glad that I was lying prone; sorry if that sounds crude but it is the Lord’s honest truth…)
She got up and, when I didn’t roll over or try to stand, she walked around me and stared down at my face: “Okay, Christopher: if you were the captured boy in that movie, not only would you be totally screwed, but you could never ever be a hero’s little sidekick again, ‘cause you just had your butt kicked by a girl!”
John was finding the whole thing particularly funny, he was clapping and having a good laugh at the scene. I stared at my conqueror with angry blue eyes and said something that would have gotten me a swift kick in the side if I didn’t have the tape over my lips. I knew I didn’t look as angry or imposing as I wanted: my soft liquid eyes were characteristically unthreatening, especially when paired with a gag over my mouth. It was amazing to be treated like this by Lisa, of all people, and my heart still beat like a malfunctioning snare-drum, but I was also a little disappointed: the fight had been pretty quick, ending with me ‘kidnapped’ relatively quickly. I was hoping I could have done better against Lisa, maybe even turned the tables and wrapped her body up (that little thought sent a whole new tingle down my backbone…)
But now that was less than a pipe-dream:
at that exact moment in my life I had had the opportunity to fight-off
a girl-attacker and give her the treatment, but the outcome of this fight
had been decided long before it had even begun.
“And you think that was unfair? Life’s not fair, little Christopher!” She chided while patting my head. “Maybe you can learn that while we all watch the rest of the movie; now move your scrawny little kidnapped butt, you’re blocking the screen!”
I was fine to move by then, and with some effort I got to my feet and fell back onto my place on the futon, not daring to look Lisa in the eye as I did so. The bonds she’d forced on my body were actually fairly pitiful: the one-layer duct tape gag (as anyone who’s tried it knows) couldn’t prevent my lips from parting after I forcefully opened my jaw as far as it would go, and after wringing my sweaty palms and turning my slim wrists to and fro I was able to free my hands; all of this within less than five minutes. I rebuked Lisa’s handiwork:
“My grandpa ties his neckties tighter than that, Lisa!”
She didn’t look at me this time: “Then you want another go, little boy?”
I was still rubbing my aching spine and nursing the tenderness around my mouth where I’d pulled the tape off: I wisely didn’t say anything in reply. For his part, John stared over at me with wonder, either thinking about how determinedly brave I was or how suicidally insane I could be.
After that none of us really talked about that event; it was brought up once or twice by Lisa when she wanted to embarrass me for some reason or another, and I never was able to repay her the favor (though I found myself longing to do so). However, these events, as well as the image of that green-eyed girl, were with me clearly in my mind a few weeks later when I was brought up to a little northern town to visit my friend Sean, and play a little game with him and his friends called ‘Operatives’.
We had played it before, and it was a game that I rather enjoyed…
IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
It was a warm summer evening as I lay on a wicker couch on the back porch of Sean’s house. A constant mild breeze rolled off the Pacific Ocean, drifting off the sandy California shore, traveling fifty miles to wisp gently against my bare toes. It was a soothing, pleasant scene.
But I was impatient as hell.
Sean had told me some very good news and some very bad news earlier. First, that it was possible that enough neighborhood boys could get together for a game. Because the football field at the school was being re-sodded, it was extremely likely that the game would be Operatives (it had been a while since we’d played, and I almost burst a blood vessel when it was suggested. Luckily I didn’t develop a nosebleed!). Then there was the bad news: Mike (or ‘Big Mike’, as we called him) and his brother Tommy had been dragged-off to a play or something by their parents; when they would be freed from the thespian nightmare was unclear, and if they were held too late we wouldn’t have enough boys to play the game.
Briefly recapping the rules of that wonderful game, ‘searchers’ attempt to capture ‘operatives’, whose goal is to reach a certain ‘home’ point after being left deep in enemy territory. Captive operatives (who, if you read my first story, usually get the full bondage treatment) can be freed by friendly searchers. Being short, skinny and swift as a rabbit, I was always an operative on the few occasions that we played, but that didn’t mean that I was completely content with being bound myself: once I suggested to Sean that, for a ‘change of pace’, I should be a searcher during one of the games. That way, I wouldn’t end up lying trussed on the ground, staring up at my captor with a gag in my mouth (unfortunately…) but the change of roles would satisfy a few other urges: for one, I would actually be able to tie other boys up, which I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at (I would have preferred getting the upper hand with Lisa, but trussing a boy would do nicely). And two, I could fulfill those heroic fantasies of mine (say, rescuing captive hostages) while still getting my ‘tie-up fix’, as I called it, since the image of every boy’s bound and gagged body that I came across would be fully etched into my mind before I freed them (with my 12-year-old heart’s enjoyment at seeing helplessly bound bodies, I made little distinction between the sight of captive women, girls or boys).
Sean shot down that idea pretty quickly. He pointed out that I would be a waste as a searcher, as I had already gained a reputation for being a pretty sharp operative. Also, not that it was a requirement for being a searcher, but I didn’t really have the physical prowess to ensure that my captives didn’t try anything. It was in the rules that captive operatives HAVE to do what their captors tell them, but being nabbed by a short, blond-haired, blue-eyed boy with thin arms and, as he put it, ‘biceps of jell-o’, well, that might be more than some of the guys could stand. Also not on my side was the fact that most of the boys involved were a year older than me. He said he wouldn’t be surprised to see ME get tied up by my supposed captive just as a funny joke.
It was a good point, and I certainly wasn’t going to respond to him with what I was thinking at the time: “in that case, I win either way…”
That game remained one of the great paradoxes for my young mind: when I played it as an operative I was keenly intent on one thing: winning the game and actually AVOIDING capture. When caught, it was like a whole other part of me took over, and for a moment, reaching ‘home’ became less important than hoping that my wrists were being secured tight enough… and that something would end up in my mouth soon…
I was distracted by my thoughts as I heard the soft, rubbery patter of kids’ tennies running over asphalt. I heard Big Mike’s voice in the growing darkness of the evening: “God, what the heck was with that? Do people actually like sitting around watching that kinda stuff?” His brother Tommy was with him. Tommy was actually several months younger than me; he was 11 about to go on 12, but he shared his big brother’s athletic spirit and it was obvious that he worked-out to at least some degree.
“It was a stupid waste of time.” He agreed as they mounted the porch.
“Hey, Christopher,” Mike acknowledged me, “what’s the good word?”
Trying to suppress an intense smile I simply replied: “Operatives”.
We now had enough boys to play our game. Sean and Mike (both of them were 14, Mike was the better searcher of the two) decided to pair up to be searchers for one team. Matt, a 14-year-old who was a good friend of Mike, and Steven, who was 13, paired up as searchers for the other team. Tommy was designated an operative and, since he wasn’t particularly adept at this game, he was paired with Seth, a squirrelly 13-year-old and the best operative of all of us. That left me and James, a serious-minded, quick-footed 12-year-old who was quite good at the game, but wasn’t above getting himself snatched. We would be the other operatives.
James and I got along fairly well together; we were friends but I always thought he was at times too somber. He struck me as the kind of boy who, if his parents asked him to take out the trash, not only would he do it immediately when asked (a rarity among 12-year-olds) but he would likely sort paper from plastics to boot. He was pencil-thin and taller than me. His hazel eyes were cloudy, but could be quite expressive and dynamic depending on his mood. His head was topped with a freestyle crop of spiky black hair (I always thought it made him look like a juvenile raven). The two of us were placed on Sean and Mike’s team: so those two would rescue us if we were captured, while Matt and Steven were our would-be captors.
I had faced Matt as an opponent before in the game; he was a pretty good searcher. He was at least good enough to snatch James during the first game I ever played with them; he had forced the bound and gagged boy to lie prone behind a little kid’s sandbox while James’ potential rescuer searched for him on the other side of the yard. He ended-up being saved and, freed of his bonds, eventually made it home (during this entire time I was occupied with my own bonds and gag inside a stuffy old shed, but I never made it home :) Later on during that same visit I asked James about that event (in a totally casual, nonchalant way…)
He replied: “Well, there’s not much to tell: Matt pounced on me and decided to tie me up right where we were. Even though the five-minute rule was still on (the rule making captive operatives stay quiet for the first five-minutes of their capture) he saved some time by stuffing some cloth in my mouth and slapping some duct-tape over it (I later learned that Matt had broken a big rule on that one: no duct tape gags, since it hurts like hell coming off…). Then I heard Sean coming around and Matt shoves me down onto my stomach behind a sandbox. He held me down hard, he was almost totally on top of me and I could barely breathe. Luckily Sean came around to our side and I was freed.”
Needless to say, I played that scenario over in my head a few times…
With all players revved and ready to go, we drew the regular rectangular boundaries around the neighborhood and decided on our home point (a street sign at the back of our territory) and the home territory for Seth and Tommy (the outer fence of the neighborhood football field). While all the nitty-gritty was ironed out, I overheard Tommy taking to Matt about the god-awful play that he and Mike had been subjected to.
“It lasted forever; it was terrible! My mom and dad are into that kind of thing, though. In fact, they actually dropped us off at home and went on to some kind of cast party they were invited to…” If the right people had been listening-in on that innocent little conversation it would have later saved two very unlucky 12-year-olds from a lot of struggling, sweating and mmmmph-ing…
Matt and Steven escorted James and me into
their territory as Mike and Sean escorted Seth and Tommy into ours. James
and I then ran back deep into enemy territory. From the twilight darkness
I heard Sean’s whistle rising in the night. In the sky above us a voyeuristic,
full moon leered down at me from behind a thin sheet of clouds.
James and I split up as we ran back into enemy territory: it was our usual tactic, to ensure that we both couldn’t be captured at once.
“Try not to get snatched, Christopher,” he told me the obvious, and then he grinned, flashing a slightly chipped front tooth (a casualty of his skateboarding), “but even if we are caught, the noise we’ll make can carry really far since it’s such a quiet night!”
“Yeah,” I agreed, already panting as I ran:
“it’s not as easy to hide someone when there’s no other noises to drown
There’s something pretty eerie about running through a dark and deserted suburb in the evening, especially one with as much flora and fauna as this one: the dense cover should have comforted me, but I had an intense feeling of danger, like I was surrounded by a foreboding and treacherous jungle where anyone could jump out right in front of me…
We had played the game once before during the night; that time there had been no moon, and the going was pretty tough with the thick blanket of darkness. Of course, that made it almost impossible to get caught, and reaching home was a very simple matter.
But now the new moon was ridiculously bright, bathing everything in an ethereal glow. I was dripping sweat as I darted through the night, moving from backyard shrubberies to unlit street corners and behind darkened garages. With much reminiscing, I passed the house of Mr. McCree (whose woodshed I had become acquainted with once…)
‘Step, step, step, step, step’… My tennis shoes made little noise on the soft dewy grass. I moved with stealth and (I thought) finesse. With caution I proceeded, ‘Step, step, step, step’… and stopped.
My blood froze within me, and my face grew deathly pale in the twilight: that last step wasn’t my own… and it had come from behind me…
My limbs trembled; my pale skin was drenched with sweat, and I licked my dry lips. I had never actually been stalked before, it brought back those thoughts of a dark jungle to my mind: a defenseless boy chased by a ravenous tiger. Of course I knew that my stalker was no tiger, but simply another boy; another boy with black nylon cords in his shorts pocket. I’d never been stalked before, but I had an idea of what to do.
I ran like almighty hell.
Immediately the light ‘step, step’ behind
me turned into a deafeningly loud ‘stomp, stomp, stomp’. I thought about
yelling as I ran, but I needed that oxygen to power my skinny legs and
get me the hell out of there. I dashed behind a house and through a well-landscaped
backyard that threw weird shadows into the night, and then suddenly, without
I blinked, stunned, lying on my back as I
looked up at the starlit sky. The tree I’d knocked into shook violently.
Steven was relieved, but his voice also contained subtle triumph. He put two hands on my shoulders from behind and said: “well, THAT’S a matter of opinion, ‘cause right now, you can consider yourself captured.”
I groaned warily as I got to my feet: I was hoping I’d get some kind of a sympathy head-start, but my kidnapping would be a big feather in Steven’s cap: I was considered a slightly better operative than James, and anyone who caught me got a lot of props.
I wiped the cool sweat from my brow and said, resignedly, “alright: where to?” Despite having stopped all the running and panting, my heart rate was beginning to rise once again (being kidnapped had that effect on me :)
“Hey, quiet, Christopher!” Steven chided. He had what I would describe as a very unhealthy grin on his face that made me a little uncomfortable. “This way” he roughly shoved me back into his territory.
We walked for several minutes in silence; Steven kept me in the shadows, on the lookout for searchers from my team who could save me. As we started to pass Mike and Tommy’s house Steven stopped me. He eyed the house’s backyard, then me. He said to me: “Remember that sunglass polishing cloth in your back pocket?”
“Yeah…?” I replied: Steven had borrowed it earlier that day to wipe his reading glasses. The cloth had come with a semi-expensive pair of sunglasses I had gotten for my birthday.
“Take it out and put it in your mouth.” He ordered.
He wanted me to gag myself? That was a new one; I’d never actually gagged myself before (although the experience lead me to a few interesting late-night experiments in my bathroom… but that’s another story).
“You know,” I said as I took out the cleaning
cloth from the pocket of my shorts, “the five-minute rule is still in effect-”
“That’s a good look for you,” he smirked, “now let’s go.”
He pushed me into the lead, and we walked behind Mike and Tommy’s house, circling their garage and kitchen, then he stopped me next to the outdoor air conditioning unit. I assumed that he would somehow tie me to the AC, perhaps with the cords looped around the pipes and my ankles and wrists. It was a good idea: the humming unit would partially drown-out my gagged cries, but Steven had a much better, more devious idea in mind…
Click! My eyes widened in the moonlight as I heard the small rear-door to Mike and Tommy’s house unlock and open. Matt poked his head out of the door and looked first at me (and my gagged lips) and then at Steven. I did a double-take: Matt was inside Mike and Tommy’s house… he was waiting for me to be brought there…
…something about a cast-party came into my mind…
…he was waiting inside an empty house for me…
“I’ve got a package here: signed, sealed and delivered!” Steven joked as he pushed me forward into the warm, cozy house of Mike and Tommy.
Into a house without parents, a house where a tied and gagged boy could be stored indefinitely, with four solid walls to encase his muffled moans and with no one the wiser…
I was livid: this was completely against the rules! At least, it HAD to be, I thought. Houses were against the rules, no question. As it had been explained to me, garages were generally considered OK, but NOT homes in general, and this wasn’t even Matt or Steven’s house! They were going to hold me, a kidnapped hostage, in the home of one of my potential rescuers!
The house rule was primarily in effect to prevent our moms and dads from knowing just what we were doing when we played ‘Operatives’, after all: it only took one parent to see their son or another boy being led through the house in bonds and a gag and start nagging about ‘safety-issues’ or ‘rough-play’ to ensure that the game was permanently banned. But even if parents weren’t home, the second reason for the rule still stands: it was f***ing unfair…
I was not having any of this: as soon as I was shoved into the back door I resisted, pushing back for the door and clawing at my gag to voice my protests.
Steven grabbed my arms and held them to my side. “Easy there, Christopher, we need to get you all settled before anyone comes looking for you!” I struggled and bucked around violently. I guess I should have been more ‘interested’ in the moment: this was playing out to be more like an actual kidnapping than anything I’d exerprienced before. I was being HELD down and dragged into a house against my will with a gag in my mouth (I’d entertained similar fantasy-scenarios in my mind before; the only real difference between them and this moment is that Steven and Matt weren’t wearing robber’s masks). But at the time I was overwhelmed with anger and adrenaline: they were breaking the rules, and I wasn’t going to stand for it! Unfortunately my small frame ensured that I would be unable to break free of Steven’s grasp: he held me in a big bear-hug, his arms circling my elbows and his hands clasped together tightly over my waist just beneath my bellybutton. “Urf! Moo fufid forvons!” I desperately yelled into my gag.
“Calm down, will ya!” Matt said as he opened another door for Steven to hustle me through. It was a door containing concrete stairs. Stairs that went down.
They were taking me into the basement.
“Rrrrrrrrgh!” I voiced my protests as I was taken down the stairs and into the basement.
The first thing I noticed was the small window against the wall: it was pretty high-up, and sat on-level with the house’s backyard lawn. There was only a small light bulb on a cord in the middle of the basement. The rest of the concrete dungeon consisted of waterlogged cardboard boxes and some steel storage drums (thin cylindrical barrels designed to hold stuff and keep it dry and moisture-free). It was fairly clean for a basement, no mice, no rats, no insects. In fact, the only living occupant of the basement I saw was lying against one wall, on his side, staring up at us with sharp, wide eyes. They were hazel eyes.
“Maims!” I said in shock, forgetting my gag for the moment. The boy was lying on a spread-out blanket, his wrists behind his back and his bare ankles cinched tightly together. A length of nylon cord was attached to the bonds on his wrists and ran to a cement block in the corner (several loose blocks were tidily stacked up). It was looped through the holes in the block, ensuring that James couldn’t stand and ‘bunny-hop’ too far away from his blanket. He was barefoot, his tennies and socks had been stripped off and sat right beside his head.
Part of me did not like the looks of this at all. We would NEVER win the game if both of us were held hostage in here. But then there was that OTHER part of me who, upon seeing the helpless 12-year-old writhing and struggling, lying prone on the blanket in this dark basement, powerless, with a gag in his mouth… well, it wasn’t all bad…
I was still struggling, so Matt said: “Oh, quit it, Christopher! Look!” He went to a door on the other side of the basement and opened it. I could see into the house’s garage. “The house is on a slope, so the garage and basement are technically right next to each other.”
“Which means,” Steven whispered into my ear as he held me, “that we can hold both of you right in here: so calm down.” I did, and for two reasons: one was that they were possibly right about that little loophole in the rules: we were technically in the garage ‘area’, and two: they were bigger than me, and I was getting tied-up in this basement whether I liked it or not.
And, as I darn well knew: I was going to like it…
They took me over to the other side of the basement, opposite where James lay, silently watching over his gag as I was made as helpless as him. I was instructed to sit down on a waiting blanket in front of a metal drum. “No, no, scoot your butt back: make sure you’re up against the drum.” I had a pretty good idea of what they had in mind, and I was right: after they bound my wrists behind me and held my body close against the drum, they tied my chest and waist to the steel container, the cords pressed tightly against my chest just above my nipples and around my waist just under my bellybutton. Steven yanked off my tennis shoes and my socks and spread my bare feet apart; he slid a cheese-wedge-shaped ramp between my legs (I later learned that it was a ‘pet-ramp’ to help Tommy’s dog get into bed when it was a puppy, but when lain on its side it was quite good at keeping someone’s legs apart.). There were some Velcro straps on the far end of the ramp where an additional pad could be attached to the pet ramp: they were wrapped around my ankles on either side. None of us kids knew what a ‘leg-spreader’ actually was: this was Steven’s crude attempt at one, and it worked for its purpose: I couldn’t put my legs together and gain sufficient traction on the ground to move the heavy barrel I was bound to. Therefore James was prevented from bunny-hopping because he was tied to a concrete block and I was unable to scoot myself around because my legs were forced apart.
Matt yanked the bandanna gag off of me and pulled the cleaning cloth from my mouth. “You guys are ‘friggin cheating and you know it!” I said, not in a yell, but not in a whisper, either. Honestly my mouth was so dry from the bondage experience (and there was so little blood actually in my brain) that any other thoughts or outrages were too difficult to express at the moment.
Steven simply said: “we’re not cheating, you know, and besides, we’ve got you both grouped in one place, so if you’re discovered you’ll both be freed at once.”
“No one’s gonna find us here, and you know it!” I said.
“Get him gagged like James.” Matt told Steven.
I didn’t resist as I was given the same gag as James had been given: Steven
stuffed my mouth with a cotton kerchief from out of a box in the basement
(actually pretty similar to my sunglass-cleaning cloth) and then he wrapped
a very long and thick shawl over my mouth (these were courtesy of Mike
and Tommy’s mother, who was apparently storing some old clothes in the
basement before donating them to Goodwill en masse…) The neatly-folded
shawl went around my mouth three whole times before it was triple-knotted
behind my head.
Matt and Steven considered both me and James critically. The two boys seemed satisfied that we wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Matt clicked-off the basement light to James and my gagged protests. We both started squirming and grunting as Steven smirked: “oh, come on you two: just because you’re both little 12-year-olds doesn’t mean you have to be afraid of the dark!”
Matt added: “And don’t worry, I don’t think this game’s going to last too much longer, especially now that we can both go and help Seth and Tommy get home! We’ll tell the other searchers where to find you two sorry little boys after we’ve won!”
I lividly struggled and thrashed about as Matt and Steven left us. I kept grunting and thrusting my chest from side-to-side, bucking my waist up and down, and struggling to push away the wedge that kept my bare legs spread wide apart.
After a few moments, with sweat and defeat oozing out of my body I rested my head against the metal barrel, feeling the triple-knot of the gag press between the barrel and my neck. I was breathing hard and, to tell the truth, feeling pretty scared to be all tied and gagged in a pitch-black basement.
But as I calmed-down and let my eyes adjust to the darkness I realized it wasn’t too dark, really. From the small dusty window above us moonlight streamed down, lighting the entire basement in a pale glow. It was comforting, and my fear subsided.
The most fortunate thing that could have
happened for me did. I looked back to my left, and happily I noticed that
the light from the window was falling directly on James. I got a very good
look at his plight, and it was certainly something for me to savor. He
played with his bonds in a methodical manner; he was sitting-up on his
haunches in his shorts and tee, squatting and fumbling with the knots on
his bound wrists. I saw his gag bulge and recede several times as he tongued
at the mouth-stuffing cloth between his teeth. Soon he learned what I already
knew: the muzzles were there to stay.
I hung my head dejectedly with a sigh: this was by far the ‘best’ I had ever been bound, and far from being exhilarating, it actually frustrated me greatly. When I’d been a captive in the shed I had the ability to roll around, scoot across the room on my backside, even get to my feet and bunny-hop around, if I chose. Now I was just… bound. I WAS aroused by the feeling (most of those emotions came from the nice, tight gag I was wearing), but I was mostly very, very (very!) annoyed.
After about ten minutes or so I gave up all pretenses of struggling and squirming and focused all my attention on James. Though helpless, he was definitely less restrained than I was and therefore still held-out hope for earning his freedom. He was now lying on his stomach, still fumbling with his wrist-bonds. From all his struggles his tee was being hitched-up in the rear, bearing the twitching muscles of his lower back. The moonlight bounced off the gaily-colored shawl wrapped around his mouth; the big, thick gag nearly glowed in the dark basement. Beads of sweat rolled down his spiky black hair and landed on his cheeks, which were beet-red from his exertions and the pressure that the ultra-tight wrap-gag had on his face (those of you who’ve tied a really TIGHT over-the-mouth gag on yourselves or someone else should know the look…) His eyes were still serious, every so often they’d sparkle and widen as he thought that he’d gotten the impossibly tight knot on his wrists free, then his face would droop and he’d lie his head on his blanket as he realized that the knot was still binding him tight.
This was blessedly good stuff for me. I watched James in wonder as he struggled and fought for his freedom. That time I’d been tied in the shed the one thing I’d wanted most was not scissors, but a mirror to see myself. Well, James was being just that, really. My mind began with its many fantasy scenarios. I burned his image in my mind: here was the kidnapped boy, dragged from his bed in the middle of the night by armed intruders and left tied and stifled in his family’s basement, clad only in shorts and a tee while the house is ransacked. Here was a young baseball-playing 12-year-old, snatched from his neighbor’s yard as he looked for his lost ball, dragged into the kidnapper’s house and made helpless: his bound and gagged butt tossed into the neighbor’s dreary basement: he is so close to his home and his parents, but gagged into silence and unable to plead for rescue from anyone (I thought of that one since James had been on a little-league team, it then occurred to me that he would look even better if he was tied-down like that in his uniform… that train of thought also lead to some experiments on myself in my bathroom late at night… which is another story…)
I thought about James’ bondage plight in terms of one of my newer school daydreams: the latest little fantasy to grace my mind had come when I was riding the bus home one day. I thought about how interesting it would be for a couple of armed goons to simply get on the bus and hijack it. Everyone would be kidnapped. In my mind I played out the scenario: the children in front would be the first ones to be tied and gagged. The men would work their way back, binding and gagging everyone; I looked at a redheaded 7th grader sitting next to me and imagined her being lain down under the seats so no one outside the bus could see her writhing in her bonds and gag, and me, staring at her helplessly from under my seat, chewing on my own gag, as the bus is driven away, to all motorists and observers outside simply an empty bus, but really a holding-pen for a bunch of kidnapped children…
Now James was one of those captives, the first kid taken off the bus as it reaches the kidnappers’ safehouse in the dead of night. He lies in helpless bondage in the basement, waiting for the goons to bring all the other hostage schoolchildren down into the basement to join him…
Thinking about that red-headed 7th grader suddenly made me remember Lisa: that blond-headed, green-eyed girl who’d humiliated me just a few weeks earlier. I imagined her being dumped into this basement with James and me, how she’d look at us with frightened, tearful eyes as she fought her gag and writhed in her bonds. How her body would wiggle and buck as she struggled to free herself, with sweat dripping from her trembling body…
I thought about how I would try to comfort her, wiggling myself over to her and pressing my gagged cheek against hers, how she would cry against my shoulder with anger and fear. Then James would struggle to crawl over to us so we could all work on freeing our bound bodies together. James, Lisa and myself: three kidnapped children squirming and struggling in one frantic heap as we fight to undo each other’s knots and desperately work to free our mouths and chew through each other’s bonds…
THAT series of thoughts was more than enough to excite me, and (not surprisingly) I soon realized that the arousal was physical. Now it was indeed a blessing to be concealed in shadows: if James caught sight of my present state I could never live it down. I cooled myself off thinking about how rotten Steven and Matt had been. I was damned eager to get back at those two. I shimmied my legs until I felt the loose Velcro straps come off of my ankles. I bucked my rear end in a short, measured rhythm: within a minute I had managed to move the barrel I was bound to just a little bit back, at least far enough for me to swing my legs over the ramp that had spread them apart. My legs had gotten sore from being parted for so long, and I moaned gratefully at their reunion.
With my legs now working together I started scooting myself, barrel and all, along the floor. James watched with curiosity as I emerged from the shadows and appeared in the pale moonlight falling from the window.
I inched myself ever-so-slowly over to my
fellow captive, cursing under my breath that my tennies had been removed:
would have been much quicker work if I’d had them on. As it was my shorts
started slipping down my thighs with every push I gave. By the time I’d
reached James most of my whitey-tighties were visible and my shorts were
on my knees, but that was not a concern: I wasn’t the type of boy who feared
the locker room after PE nor was I too modest now when the stakes were
our very freedom (If Lisa really HAD been in the room with us my thought
process might have differed…).
It wasn’t hard. The knots that held my chest
and waist to the cylinder were tight, but BOW-TIED! That meant that just
one tug from James’ bound hands and the knot was undone (either the boy
who’d tied my body to the barrel didn’t know a lot about knots, or he’d
assumed that James and I would never be able to make contact with each
other). Then I was freed from the barrel, only my gag and the bonds on
my wrists remained. I stood-up slowly (I had REALLY wanted to do that for
awhile) and my knees gave a grateful ‘pop’. My shorts then slid all the
way down to my ankles, but I didn’t care at that point; I sat on the ground
back-to-back with James and he worked the knots on my wrists until I was
“’Friggin awesome!” James exclaimed with a cheshire-cat grin, punching me in the arm. “Time to get even with those freaks: let’s get the heck back home, Christopher. Think you can do it all on a full-sprint?” He asked.
I laughed. “After sitting on my butt for so long like that, I’m ready to run a marathon!” I assured him.
How’s this for justice: we won that game!
James and I made it home striding in synch, at full speed, without Matt
or Steven in pursuit. It turns out that Seth, of all people, had been caught
by our side, and was so well-hidden that Matt and Steven spent the rest
of the game searching for him after leaving James and me to rot in our
Sean replied: “Well, Mike spotted Seth walking through someone’s front yard. He really took off when Mike saw him, but I think he slipped and fell or something like that. How about that? Did you ever hear of such luck?”
I blushed, and for a moment kept my blue eyes down. “That kinda stuff does happen, sometimes…” I said, simply, my face growing beet-red.
It was easily 11:00 by the time the game had ended. Mike and Tommy’s parents returned from the cast party shortly after the game concluded, and Sean got a good lecture from his parents on getting home at a reasonable hour. As I lay on the bottom bunk in Sean’s room that night, staring out at the moon, I remembered every detail of our ordeal: every squirm, every knot, every moan…
And most of all (and this was REALLY funny) I remember Sean’s lame excuse for us getting home so late (he blamed me, in an inside-joke kind of way):
“Sorry, mom, but Christopher was a little tied-up with something.”
Grinning in my bed, I thought: “not really tied-up with something, but this time, tied-up with someONE…”
That was a very silent joke, and only the falling moon shared it with me as I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my lips and some very nice memories now etched into my young mind.
|A tad on the long side, but I hope you all enjoy it.|
|To everybody this is a true story!
I am 19 years old now but this happened a
couple of years ago. ok so there are these two girls that i used to flirt
with in high school, one was a brunette with stunning features, her breast
were very nice also curves that you cant even imagine. her name was cassandra,
her friends name was courtey she had dirty blonde hair but not as nice
lookin as cassandra. ok so one day after school these two girls come to
my house out of the blue. my parents were gone for the night so I invited
them in. well at about 10 courtney fell asleep on my coach. so me and cassandra
were just watching tv and she reaches over and kisses me then she says
that we should play a trick on courtney. I said oh yeah what? she said
we should tie her up! I said why not. So i went into my garage and found
some duct tape. so me and her are laughing but not too loud. she was lying
on her stomach so cassandra puts her hand over her mouth she wakes up screaming
behind her hand I grab the tape and lye on her back and start taping her
hands together, then her feet , and above her knees. then i take a sock
(clean) that was in a laundry basker and we quikly shove it in her mouth,
then put the duct tape on her mouth. then we sit her up and just laugh
at her , she is pretty pissed off at this point. I sit next to her and
just talk to her like "are you comfortable" . so cassandra is wearing very
tight sort of fuzzy pants with a small t-shirt. she says "now its my turns".
I couldnt beileve what I was hearing I was think "YES"! she turns around
and put her hands behind her back so i grab the tape and tie them together.
then i tie her feet then above her knees the same was as courtney. then
she says "get a sock I might scream". so i grab another sock and shove
it in her mouth, the I tape her mouth shut. then i just sit there and watch
courtney swirm mmmmmmmmmffffffffing.after a while i take the tape off courtneys
mouth as she was implieing. she says "UNTIE ME NOW", I look at cassandra
and she shakes her head no. so I put the tape back on her mouth without
the sock. the cassandra signals she wants to say something. so I take her
gag off. she says ok im done untie me i said well my parents will be home
soon and say "nah" and put the tape back on her mouth. My parents call
to say they would be home in about an hour. so i told the two girls that.
I said "well they cant see you like this" and I fling courney over my shoulder
and bring her up the stairs to my room. the same with cassandra but she
swirmed alot and i almost dropped her.
|Truly splendid story. It doesn't matter
the length(look at my tales!) as long it catches the reader's attention,
and you did it outstandingly. The both comical and unique writing-style
makes it up for a rather uncomfortable text formatting.
Keep it up!
|If anybody is interested in seeing my tied up in my school uniform outfit then just ask! Also if anybody has and pictures of schoolgirls tied up then can we trade?|
|I'm sure no one minds seeing the pics! Just post them if you want (err well, a link to a pic).|
put your pics in my group i would like to see them as you have stated .
|As I already said you can post them on:
Only if YOU want to do it. ( I don't say you MUST)
|Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Our Version cont'd|
|So Diane joins the rest of us outside. We
high five her for the masterful roping job she had just done on Nancy who
is lying on the floor in a tight hogtie. Diane looked like a rodeo queen!
But Diane, now that she had avenged herself is feeling badly about her friend and wants to untie her. She had got her revenge. Why leave her like that and both girls had been tied up for some time. Diane was rubbing her wrists and her ankles trying to bring life back into her limbs and get the circulation going. She rub her hand over her mouth and lips and moisten her lips with her tongue trying to regain moisture after having been tightly gagged for quite awhile. I just smiled at her and knew the ffeling full well.
So I joined in with Diane and said that it was time to let Nancy loose. This was supposed to be a joke and not torture. Bruce agreed, but..said he was not done yet. He had more to do with Nancy, especially since she lost the contest. Diane had broken loose while Nancy could not.
Seeing how much fun Diane had tickling Nancy, Bruce decides it's his turn. He takes Nancy's shoes off and starts tickling like crazy. Nancy mmmppphhss through her gag and wiggles as much she could in a hog tie position.
Bruce gets the same feather Diane had used and tickles Nancy's nose with it. Nancy starts to sneeze and continues with more mmmppphhhs.
One of the guys runs in and says he found some interesting things in a barn right across from the cottage where wer were. Bruce unties the hogtie but keeps Nancy tied and carries her over to the barn.
As of all us are in the barn, Nancy is layed gently in a bail of hay. Diane moves towards Nancy in a apparent attempt to untie Nancy, but Bruce blocks her and threatens to tie Diane up again if she doesn't back off.
All of a suddent we hear RMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
that blasted chainsaw again. Only who was it? Bruce was here, so were allof the other guys. Bruce says "I'm out of here. Everybodyelse ran except Diane and myself. We bent over to help Nancy who was really frantic now (as if the rest of his weren't!!)
The guy with the chainsaw screams out in a villioness voice.
"LEAVE HER. GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!"
Diane wouldn't comply initially and the madman took a mean swipe barely missing Diane with that blasted chain saw. I grabbed Diane and pulled her and both took off wondering what the heck this was all about and who was this guy?
We ran outside and couldn't find anybody. But we looked back in to see what was going on and hoped for the best.
Maniac man would make swipes with his chainsaw at Nancy getting closer and closer with each swipe. We could see that Nancy was really scared so were we. Especially since everybodyelse, especially the guys had run away.
We looked back int he barn and now saw that this maniac man had lifted Nancy and put her on a table with a conveyer belt with a saw at the other end. I thought to myself, surely it doesn't work anymore and what is he up to?
Nope. Maniac man hits a switch and the saw turns on making that screetching noise. Nancy looks backward. Maniac man turns Nancy around, grabs a piece of wood and splits it in two in seconds showing the power of the saw. Nancy's eyes were like saucers.
Now Maniac Man puts Nancy back on the table and turns the conveyer belt on dragging Nancy towards the saw!
I tell Diane that we have to do something,
but what could two girls do and would we be in time?
TO BE CONTINUED
|IF ANY ONE WOULD LIKE TO TALK ABOUT TIE UPS EMAIL ME|
|Chris from Qld , want to chat to fellow Queenslander?|
|To Tigon the psychology major|
|I get about 7 to 8 hrs of sleep.
I go to bed at 11.30.
I wake up at 7.00 to 7.30.
In the morning I eat 2 slices of bread with cheese.
In the evening I don't eat more than everage.
I hope you can help me, if not, well I gotta find it out myself.
|Cheri, please continue!
You told it in a way that it looks for me as I was there...
BTW, isn't it kinda dangerous to sweep with a chainsaw?
|knew it would happen|
|If any of you girls out there want to share
stories I have a ton of them. I have been tieing up girls and have been
tied up by them for years. I own 7 different gags, 4 kinds of whips, 4
pair of handcuffs, blindfolds, and of course, tons of
rope. My bondage adventures include humiliation, torture...about anything you can think of. I'm willing to share stories and ideas if any of you are interested. Hope to hear from you. Have a good one.
|someone > husbound
Simply sublime a quid pro quo. ;)
|can we have more dirty sock stories?|
|Tied by my brother|
|It was a few years ago, when my brother tied me up. It was cold out so I was wearing a white turtleneck and a blue hoodie. I was hanging out with my brother in his room and was playing with some of his duct tape. He told me to stop, but of course I didn't. SO after a few minutes of him telling me to stop messing with his stuff he tackles me and duct tapes my hands behing my back. Next he duct taped my ankles together. Then he shoved a sock in my mouth and wrapped tape around my head a few times. He said "that's what you get for messing with my stuff after I told you to stop." Then he left me there struggling for about an hour and a half.|
|"daniel-i am a psychology major and know
a fair amont about sleep disorders. how many hours on average do you get
of sleep per night? also, what time got to bed, what time wake up...eating
habits at night and morning."
Save it until you have your degree :P Not being rude... just a word of advice since psychology majors seem to be disproportionally prone to 'acting expert' in their field with no real qualifications. I don't know what that is... I suppose they just want to really help the world... which is neat.
Damn what was i talking about again?
|Hey everyone! I have this thing for schoolgirls,lol. I personally like to wear the outfit. So if anybody can help me out by finding me some pics of schoolgirls tied up, it would be greatly appreciated! Thanks, Leah|
|the 5 day kidapp of my boyfriend|
|hi im at least almost 18 now and this was
a few weeks ago
my boyfriends name was sontiogo he was so hot with black hair light brown skin awesom choice in girlfriend[me]
well me and my friends were over at his house my friends names are daina and deseray
we all loved sontiogo [he wasnt' my boyfriend at the time]
well we went to a party and after all the people were gone i went to the bathroom to refresh myself and when i came back i saw daina and deseray tied up daina was in a very tight hogtie with duck tape wrapped a round her head at least 4 times! deseray was tied with cuffs at the ankles and hands she mustuve been crying because she had tears in her eyes and the cuffs were too tight around her wrists and the ball gag in her mouth really hurt i ran to go untie them but daina was screamng through her gag i turned around only to be nocked to the floor and my face shouved in the carpet sontiogo had rapped nylon ropes around my arms so tight i could not move them and rapped some around my ankles and took the ends of the ropes that were from my ankles somhow he tied my ankles to my thy legs and i could not move he said hot stuff lets have some fun i could not believe what was happening i always dreamed a guy would kidnapp me and sontiogo would save me not teh other way around! oh i was wearing a black leather mini skirt and black leather boots up to my ankles and a ilove NY shirt] daina was wering Khakies and a tang top deseray was in a sporty look
sontiogo pushed a sock into my mouth and
said listen up ladies i thought it through and decided that one of you
will be my girlfriend
he moved on to me he
put his hand on my but and sort'a squeezed a little he ram his arms down
to my boots
|Hay im trying to find somestories where the girls get the guys tied. like if they get crossdressed and other stuff|
|someone from usa/chicago|
|Hi! I'm a teenager and I do self-bondage too. You got an email address so we can chat?|
|Any guys ever been hogtied, then have your shoes removed and feet tickled? would love to hear any of your experiences|
Yes I was placed in a hog-tie once.
By a 9 year old kid also called Daniel.
I was showing off and saying that he couldn't
tie me up.
But he did a pretty well job. He had to help me out...
|Daniel were your feet tickled|
|Did Daniel tickle your feet while hogtied??|
|MMMPPPHH There I stood, tied to a pole,
tape gagged, bare feet. Every summer the boy scouts would play a war/take
hostage thing with our dads. Most of the dads were currently tied up, duct
tape gagged and having their smelly feet tickled...by their sons. Heres
I had a backpack filled with tapes, ropes, cloth, and other gags. I liked gagging people. Well I had taken hostage 3 dads, and 4 boys when I was pounced on. A hand clasped my mouth so I was muffled. My shirt was removed, and my stomach was tickled. 6 boys lifted me still hand gagged and carried me to a stake. I was then tied to the pole, and cloth was stuffed in my mouth. My captor was my real life worst enemy, Dillon Morran. Did I mention we were 13. Well I was then tape gagged. MMMMMPPPPHHH I cried, which in gag language means Dillon I hate you. Dillon then slapped my face. and pulled of my pants. I was standing in the wild, in my boxers. He then put tape all over me, especially my mouth. He was getting revenge because last year I gagged him and tickled his putrid feet so much he cried! He then said,"Lets take off your shoes and socks. He then tickled my feet, but I didn't cry. He punched me and left me gagged in the forest. When a member of my team unleashed me, I went for Dillon. I got him took off all his clothes, except his boxers. I then hogtied him and put 42 layers of tape on his mouth, and had previosly stuffed it with cloth. MMMMMMMMMMMM he said. I took off his socks and said time for tickle. He flexed his toes, he hated showing his feet, although girls thought they were sexy. I tickled him until he cried. Made him smell my feet and left him.
The next morning I said, that was fun. He yelled, you call tying me gagging me and stealing my clothes fun. He later tried to beat me up. But my friend was with me and we tied and gagged him in the utility closet. If anyone replies, tell me your favorite type of gag.
|Fine... Mine is tape. What happend after words Austin?|
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|tied up with mom|
|i had been interested in bondage since i
was about 11, but i really never got the chance to act upon it. i grew
up with my mom when i was a kid. my mom was awesome woman and she always
made sure to get enough time off of work to spend time with me and take
me out, so on so on. one winter day when i was 15 my mom had planned to
take me to a movie but i kinda blew her off by hanging out with my buddies
instead. so the next weekend my mom, the good woman that she was, was determined
that we have a "mandatory fun day" i was determined to hang out with my
friends. me and my 2 friends "jason" and "brad" were chilling out in my
room. then my mom busts in and tells them they gotta go b/ci'm seeing a
movie with my mom. this is a kind of embarrassing situation, because on
top of this me and my mom were both wearing green bay jerseys she had bought
for us and matching white turtleneck sweaters underneath(it gets cold in
wisconsin) so already jason and brad are cracking jokes about our "uniforms"
and even my mom thinks its funny. she says "u got 10 minutes to be ready
john" yeh so this isn't flying with me at all. Brad then comes up with
a suggestion that surprised me but at the same time aroused my interest
:"why don't we tie her up". immediately i agree to this devilish little
scheme and we begin pulling socks out of my drawer and prepare ourselves.
then my mom comes in."what are u doing?" we immediately tackle her. she
starts to let out a scream but i clamped my right hand over her mouth while
jason and brad secured her arms behind her back with my socks. i grab a
thick white sock and tightly cleave gagged her and tied the sock off around
the back of her head. now this was a lil wierd but i was still enjoying
myself, seeing my all powerful mom helpless and squirming around on my
floor. so there was only one thing to do in a situation like this: tickle
torture. she was making these lovely mmmmmmpppphhhhhhhing noises through
her gag. we kept on until she was laughing through her gag so much that
tears were streaming down her face. at this point i figured enough was
enough and i was already in enough trouble. however this wasnt flying w/
jason and brad, they were having fun too. i told them to knock it off,
and after giving them fair warning i jumped on brad. 5 min. later: im laying
on the floor bound and tightly cleave gagged right next to my mom. so maybe
it wasnt a good idea to jump on brad. then came the tickle torture again,
after a couple min. of RELENTLESS tickiling me and my mom were both in
tears, pleading through our gags for an end to this torture. of course
all that came out were loud mmmmmmmmppppphhhh!!!!!!sss. they stopped tickling
but they weren't done yet. since we looked so goofy in our "uniforms" on
top of being bound and gagged, jason got the camera. "ahhhhhh, u 2 look
so cute tied up together". a few lovely pics of me and my mom's gagged
faces were snapped (w/ the tears still running down our cheeks) and jason
and brad called it a day. so they left. but not before securing us to 2
chairs in the dining room. "bye bye you two" brad says as he walks out
the door. me and my mom were both mmmpphhing like maniacs as the door swung
To be continued....
|Yes he tickled me for 15 minutes.|
|How Aunt Kay dealt with my little 'accident'|
|Hi, Graham uk here. This story follows directly
on [literally] from my previous posting, where I tied up my cousin Emily
for the first time, only for our game to be interupted by Aunt Kay, who
quickly involved herself, and I found myself promptly on the receiving
end of her methods of restraint.
Anyway, that evening I went to bed an excited and frustrated 14 year old, but awoke the next morning with a serious problem:
I am sure that every male reader of this site will empathise with me when I confess that I had a little 'accident' during the night. When I woke up my underpants and bed sheets were all sticky where I had experienced a teenage dream, no doubt stimulated by events of the previous day.
I was absolutely mortified. I didn't want anybody to discover my embarrassment, so I was in an awful panic.
I decided to hide my pants in my travel case, and used my flannel to try and rub out the stains on the sheets, it didn't have much effect, so I just prayed that Aunt Kay wouldn't notice.
Throughout the day not much happened as I recall, then later in the afternoon Aunt Kay came out into the garden where Emily and I were playing lawn badminton.
She announced that she was going shopping, and called me over for a "word". I hurried to listen, only to be asked if "everything was ok?". I was puzzled and assured her it was. At the back of my mind I suspected that she had discovered my 'accident'.
Aunt Kay had changed to go out. She was wearing a purple satin shirt that gleamed in the sunlight, a black leather pencil skirt and a waist clinching black patent belt.
Yet again, I felt myself in awe of her presence, and intimidated by her choice of clothing.
To cut a long story short, the day continued without incident except that I remained fascinated by Aunt Kay's outfit [not for the first time!]. After she had cooked dinner and we all settled down for the evening, I noticed that her tights [or stockings? I don't know which] had thin seams running up the back of them, and she was still wearing her stileto heeled shoes even indoors. I found this so alluring.
When I went to bed that evening, I instantly knew that my 'accident' had been discovered; the bedclothes had been changed!
However, what happened next was to fundamentally shape the rest of my life.
Aunt Kay knocked on my bedroom door and asked to come in. I was already in bed so I said "ok".
She came in carrying a bag and sat down on the bed still wearing that gorgeous satin shirt and the leather skirt, and as she crossed her legs I was tantalised by the rustle of her nylon encased legs so close to me.
I was desperately anxious, but she spoke softly and somewhat sympathetically:
" Graham, you had a little accident last night didn't you?" I could feel myself blushing, and my voice was drying up , I said that I had and that I was very sorry.
"it's ok" Aunt Kay said so comfortingly "it's perfectly normal for teenage boys to have that sort of dream, I should have been prepared for it and taken some precautions". I didn't understand what she meant by this, but I was soon to find out.
" When I went shopping today, I brought these", and with that, out of the bag she was holding Aunt Kay produced a hideous pair of elasticated rubber pants, the type that would hold a baby's nappy.
"They're waterproof Graham, and I want you to wear them in bed, so that if you have any further 'accidents' you'll not dirty my bed sheets. Nobody else need know about this, just you and I, so you needn't be embarrassed. Now, I'm going to leave you to put these on, and then I would like a little chat".
With that she got up from my bed and walked slowly to the door, my eyes were fixed on the seams on her nylons " Call me when you've put your rubber pants on" Aunt Kay said placing a certain emphasis on "rubber pants"!
A guest at my Aunt's home, I was completely isolated, embarrassed and in a teenage fix. The fewer people that knew about my 'accident' the better, so I really couldn't say much, so when she left the room I changed into the rubber pants.
I am certain that at that moment my life and my sexual feelings changed, the feel of the rubber instantly excited me. I recalled the time that Aunt Kay had forced me to wear my cousin's party dress as a punishment, this was a more subtle form of discipline but ruthlessly effective on a 14 year old. I called to Aunt Kay that I was ready.
She re-entered my room, and to my astonishment she was carrying some string, the type with which she had tied my thumbs and toes the previous day during my tying up game with Emily. However, she just calmly sat down on my bed, placed the string on her lap where I couldn't avoid seeing it, and began talking to me:
I felt so embarrassed as Aunt Kay spoke at considerable length about the type of dream I had, she seemed to have quite an in depth knowledge of such matters. I was getting excited listening to her, and the soft smooth feel of the rubber pants was like torture.
Then with an air of superiority, Aunt Kay asked if I thought I got excited by being tied up, or by seeing Emily tied up? She could obviously see right through me. I managed to stumble my words out despite 'drying up' with embarrassment, I said I'd never really thought about it.
" Right then, are your rubber pants comfortable?" she smilled as she spoke. I answered that I would have to put up with wearing them I supposed!
"well" Aunt Kay continued " I think I need a little insurance policy to ensure that following our nice little chat, you don't spoil things by having another 'accident', give me your hands please Graham".
I knew what was comming as she unwound the string, so I sheepishly and slowly pulled my hands outside the bed clothes.
"place them together on my lap will you" she said, and with that began to loop the string around my thumbs, it was loose at first, but then she cinched it about a dozen times in order to create a pair of mini string cuffs that securely held my thumbs.
Can you imagine how I felt? I was trapped in rubber pants, my hands were resting on her leather skirt, whilst she efficiently tied my thumbs together.
"this will keep your hands from wandering, so much better" she remarked as she tied the excess string to the headboard, thus allowing my hands about 2 foot of movement, but preventing them from getting anywhere near the rubber pants that encased my private parts.
I don't know if her aim was to stop mefrom taking the pants off, or, if she suspected that I was playing with myself [wrong at this age!] but the effect of her restraints was to excite me even more. And I had to go to sleep in this condition .
Eventually I did get to sleep, and miraculously, avoided any 'accidents'. Shortly after I woke up in the morning, Aunt Kay knocked and entered my room. She untied my thumbs and instructed me to have a shower. She then advised me to keep the rubber pants handy and if I ever felt that an 'accident' might occur I should not hesitate but wear them.
As I said earlier, the way Aunt Kay dealt with this situation shaped my future, and continues to do so to this day.
She had a greater influence on my developing sexuality than anything or anyone else.
I will post further incidents/stories in due course. any comments/feedback is wellcome.
I think everybody here'd like to know more about that session with the hogtie.
About sleep, there are several ways one can
achieve a more regular sleep regimen. Herbal therapies usually are mild
and effective, but the overall lifestyle is relevant too- plenty of books
have been written about such problems.
|To Graham uk|
|I do empathise with you cause that little 'accident' happened to me about 4 to 5 months ago...|
|help my boyfriend tied me up part two|
|sorry i didnt type in a while i sorta forgot
my first tittle so ill just go on well we went past the part where sontiogo
[the guy i liked] kidnapped me and my friends daina and deseray the first
day past he tied me and my girls after a party threw and he just kidnapped
us tottaly unexpected he tied me and my friends and said he chose us to
see wich one of us could be his girlfriend [my friends liked him too] yes
daina was in a very tight hogtie deseray
was cuffed wich hurts her by the way and i was put in a different hogtie
|Hay im trying to find somestories where the girls get the guys tied. like if they get crossdressed and other stuff|
|What happens next wisconsin dude?|
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|Self tie up(sorry, its a small story and a queston)|
|Sometimes i self tie myself with three blankets.
i roll up in them but i can get out fast. Another thing i do is use two
metal but play handcuffs and jumprope and bath robe. so i get out real
what can i do with those items to selftie myself with me havinig to use the key?
|The absolutely *best* thing you can do is
to take a really deep breath and... ask a friend to tie/cuff you.
I say best because of the adrenaline rush you'll get every time you almost get the courage to ask (expect it will take more than one try) - kind of like the rush you get while bound when you're not sure you'll be able to get free.
And best because it's by far the safest.
Plus with the right friend doing the tieing, , you won't be able to get loose until he/she lets you go, so if inescapable bondage is your thing, there you go.
Good luck, and write if you do.
|Hey, TT, great story, can't wait to hear the rest!|
|My Birthday (Part 1)|
|Well, it seems that there is a recurring
theme with birthday stories here, and while it seems like I'm making this
up, I promise you, I'm not.
Anyway, my birthday was on the 12th (Saturday), and I had a party over Friday night. Those in attendance were three of my friends, let's call them Mark, Matt and Mindy. (Obviously fake names, and obviously two males and one female,) Also my girlfriend was there. Let's call her G, for time's sake.
Anyway, this next paragraph will be the descriptions,
so for those interested, read ahead, for those not, well, next paragraph
will be story. I'm average height and weight, a tad on the muscular-y side
thanks to weight training at school, but definitly not 'ripped'. I have
short brown hair. I was wearing a black Motorhead T-shirt, blue jeans,
and a Led Zeppelin hat. I'm 15/16 over the time of this story. Mark is
average height and weight as well, with dirty blonde hair going down to
about his jaw. He was wearing a solid blue long sleeve shirt and navy blueish
cargo pants. He is 15. Matt is a bit taller than everyone else and a bit
stronger than everyone else. He has short, black hair. He was wearing a
black element(skating company) shirt and blue jeans. He is 16.
Woo, remember all that? Alright, I don't have a huge chunk of time, so here's part of the story, which I will try to finish tommorow.
We were generally partying in my basement all Friday night, watching movies, listening to music, occasionally prowling the streets messing around etc. We spent most of the time and slept in the basement, which has recently been renovated to be more like a lounge then it was before, as that is the big thing in our neighborhood now. it has carpet, nice sofas, a fairly good TV, and empty space for whatever. In this case, cots.
I woke up at around 10 Saturday morning to see i was the first up. I went upstairs and made some waffles (the REAL ones, not those friggin ego waffles), and started to get the place ready for breakfast. My dad had left for work, and my mom was still sleeping. The next person up was Matt. He sat down and started to eat, as did I. The last three people, Mark, Mindy and G all came up at the same time about a half hour later, and we sat with them as they ate. For the record, we were still in the clothes we wore friday, as we didn't bring a change of clothes, being the informal people we are.
We went back downstairs afterwords, and put on a movie, Land of the Dead. My friends were telling me the way through occasionally that they had organized a great present for me. (Obvious to YOU what is it, but at the time I was unassuming.) After the film, they told me to sit on the sofa, watch TV and wait while they got it ready. I did.
About 5 minutes later my girlfriend called for me to come to the other side of the basement. I did, and it was just them standing there. I asked what was the present, and seeing some of them with their hands behind their backs, the gears began to turn. We all, (or at least most of us,) openly share an affection of light, clean bondage. And all of this finally made me realize what was happening. They jumped on me almost at the same time. I was pinned to the ground as duct tape was wrapped around my wrists, upper arms, ankles and upper legs. My girlfriend knows duct tape is my favorite.
G then pulled out something we had used on each other occasionally (in private), a ballgag. I didn't really enjoy ballgags, but they were effective. It was quickly inserted in my mouth, and I 'mmmph'ed into it a little bit. Finally, they all stood back and watched me struggle. I was confused as to what now. Well, they had planned for that. They carried me up to my room, and put me down on the bed. Mark and Mindy left the room and Matt and G watched me squirm and made sure I didn't get away. They both tickled me a little, but not to the point of tickle torture.
Finally Mark and Mindy returned, with a bag of something in tow. They reached in and pulled out a cloth, which I was promptly blindfolded with. The bag was also full of more tape, as I later found out, as they resecured and added to my bonds. I was hoisted over someone's shoulder and carried around to who knows I where. I eventually felt I was outside (the drop to about 30 degrees was the big hint) and I guessed we were walking through the woods to somewhere.
Eventually I was set down, and the blindfold removed. We were in the toolshed outside Matt's house. I looked at them, puzzled. "Now," said Matt, "This is where the real part of your present comes in!"
Ooooh, I'm ending there for now! I'll have time to finish tommorow/sunday-ish. Please, feedback!
Nice story, please continue.
Like to hear what they did to you.
Did your parents ever know you played tie up games or did they ever notice any rope burnes on your wrists ?
Please post your next part of your story soon.
|Vacant House Tie-Up|
|One day after school, my friend Kevin and
I walked home from school. Kevin was wearing a navy blue t-shirt, cargo
shorts, white Nike ankle socks, and black and white Nike basketball shoes.
We stopped at my house real quick to grab a PS2 game (Grand Theft Auto - San Andreas). But, I also grabbed two rolls of duct tape and some nylon rope, and put the stuff in my backpack along with the PS2 game.
On our way to Kevin's house I saw a house for sale. We looked in the window to find it vacant. We went around back and found an unlocked door.
Kevin went in first. Then, I took my plan into action. I tackled Kevin. I force his hands behind his back, and wrapped duct tape around his wrists about 20 times. Then I told him get on his knees. I wrapped duct tape around his upper chest and around his upper arms. Then I forced him on the ground and took of his shoes so just his white ankles socks remained on his feet. I bound his ankles with duck tape. I removed his shoelaces from his shoes. I one shoe lace on his wrists, and the other on his ankles.
Kevin kept asking me to untie him, so I took the duct tape and wrapped it around his mouth 5 times. I took my nylon rope and pulled him into a hog-tie. He stayed tied up for an hour.
|I really don't know, but if they noticed
they were kind enough not to mention it to me or my pals.
I'm currently working on the story. Stay tuned.
Comment on your story: it was great; keep going.
Bound Guy Hawaii
|Bound Guy Hhawaii|
|don't use the bathroom|
|I was at this girl Emma---yeah, Emma's house,
and we were in the basement with another girl Katie. Let me break it down
for you. I am 5'8, 170, short, cropped brown hair, blue eyes, tshirt and
jeans type of guy, muscular, stalky. Emma is 5'4, slightly pale skin, nice
body with killer eyes. I am wearing a red Toronto Raptors jersey with black
jeans and a black long sleeve shirt under the jersey-Chris Bosh-by the
way. Emma is wearing a black sweater with pink writing saying West 49,
black pants, white socks and black cloth gloves. Katie is a tanned sort
of skin, Jessica Alba-esque, with a very nice body. Just an all around
sexy girl. She wears a tan brown spaghetti strap tank top, tight blue jeans
and white socks. Emma is a blonde, Katie is a dirty blonde-brown. Anyway
Katie goes to the bathroom and Emma says to me, "Carson wana duct tape
Katie to the chair?" I'm like "sure." So me and Emma just sat patiently
and Emma hid the duct tape in her sweater pocket. "Shhh, here she comes."
Katie sat back in the chair. I get up, pretending to go to the bathroom,
but I quickly get behind the chair and pin Katie's arms down and Emma attacks
with the duct tape quickly. She quickly has Katies arms taped. "Ahhh what
are you guys doing..." I clamped my hand over Katie's mouth, muffling her
cries as Emma taped her feet together. Emma rose back up and I removed
my hand to have it immediately replaced with a strip of duct tape. "Mmmmph!"
Katie struggled. We just laughed and left her their for a while, then let
The bathroom is not the best place to go. Katie was steamed at me and Emma all night, but mostly me, because im the guy and always guilty. We on the main floor and just watching tv and nature called. When I got back, the lights were dimmed. "Guys...where'd you go? This isn't funny...guys?" I flicked on the lights and searched about. I thought I heard a rustling on the basement landing and went to check it out. All I saw was Emma's cat, Fluffy. Then, a gloved hand clamped down over my mouth and I was dragged into the closet. The lights came on and Emma covered my screaming mouth and Katie began securely taping me to a wooden chair, using a whole wack of tape. It was rather tight. She tied my legs to either of the front legs. They ran out of tape and panicked a little. Emma held my mouth tight, but I was fighting and mmmphing, trying to bite through the glove. Katie left for a second and came back with a blue bandana. Emma's hand was replaced with a rather large bandanna, tied over my mouth, securely. "Mmmmmmmmph!" Shhh, they both said, both raising an index finger to their lips. "That'll teach you to mess with me," Katie said. They chuckled and left, leaving me their for about 30 minutes, then let me go.
|i am 14 and i was getting home from football practice and 2 of my freinds were going to spend the night at my house. my parents were going to be gone that weekend becuase of vacation. once we got to my house i didnt realize that they were playing to attack me. we were in the back yard and they tackled me and tied my wrists up and ankles up with the duct tape they brought.(they were careful in tying my wrsits becuase i recently recovered from breaking both of them in football and they coach is making me put athletic tape on my hands and ankles and fingers since im a lineman.they put me in my bed room were they tied me to the bedframe and said i would be staying like this. then they put a sock in my mouth and duct taped it over. after about 30 minutes they got bored and decided to shave my legs and arms. i was helpless. after the bed, they hog tied me using tape. after about 4 hours they untied me and i could eat and then the next week i got my revenge.....|
|wow ive never broke both wrists but im on my hs varsity football team and my coach has made me tape my ankles and hands since freshman year(im a lineman thts why i get my hands and wrsts taped) but u get used to playing that way though good luck try not to get anymore casts.|
|is it going too far to make someone wet themselfs when they are tied?|
|I was just wondering if anyone knows of any sites where there are free videos of men tied up, but clean... if there are any, let me know!!|
|Hey jason, I was wondering if you'd like
to chat? My AIM's darkshadow74656
Hope to see you soon
Your e-mail address doesn't seem to work, unknown to the Internet. Plse check. I'm sure many of us want to send you pics of girls in schooluniform... but can't.
|Hi ^look up^ any way so my comps been down
but i am back. I have some storys but ill have to wait to post them.
|kidnapped at school|
|Hey, im 15 and this is my first post...so
your gonna hafta go with me
The story happened about 2 years ago, when
i was in 8th grade
the 9th grade boys and my guy friends were kind of having like a battle in school....the rules were they could do ANYTHING if no one got hurt, or in trouble, and no matter what the other team did you couldnt tell the teachers.
they just took a few notebooks, ripped up papers that were supposed to be handed in...nothing TOO huge.
one friday night we had a lock in at school, basically a huge sleepover for everyone. It was still early in the yr so it was warm enough for us to stay outside, even late into the night. The lock in was supposed to be the last ngiht of the battle, the final show down, and all of us were excited to see what happened.
Now im best friends with the boys on the 8th grade side, pretty much closer to them than my girl friends, and i think the 9th graders new that.
Around 11:00, the msuic was turned up extremely loud out in the courtyard and everybody was dancing th enight away. Mitch, an egotistical 9th grader, called me into the lounge and said that Zack wanted to talk to me. Zack is one of my best friends, and later that night i found out he kind of liked me. Mitch said he was in the bag room, where all of the kids put their stuff so its not in the middle of the halls. I walked into the room and flicked on the lights, (they were off), and was jumped but Kyle. Kyle is Mitchs right hand man, also egotistical. Kyle had me up against the wall in a second, while Mitch locked the door.
i screamed once, but to no avail. No one could hear me over the music outside.
"This will go alot easier and faster if you dont do that again," kyle said.
they told me this was all part of the "game", and that the 8th graders would now know who they were "messin' with".
i was still completely pushed against the wall,a feeling i didnt quite mind, and totally helpless. Kyle brought my arms behind my back, and wrapped about 6 layers of ductape around my wrists, and then above my elbows.
I didnt get that much of a protest in befor mitch wrapped the tape around my mouth about 3 times. which was very painful taking off later, because of my hair.
i stopped sqirming, cause iv enjoyed being tied up since i was about 10.
They pushed me into a corner and wraped tape
around my ankles and thighs.
I was completely helpless (not minding it TOO much..hey, it was just a game)
Kyle stayed in the room with me, while mitch
mitch came back with zack, and he FREAKED
OUT when he saw me and tried to get to me, but was soon completely restrained
by 3 other 9th graders.
they pushed him out of the room befor he
could say anything, or befor i could mmmmphghh somthing
After zack was gone, mitch rolled in this little...trolly like thing? the top of it was a podiam...but it had wheels, and a little compartment on the bottem. they lifted me up and put me in the compartment, very cramped.
i was still pretty excited about the whole thing, cause i had never been kidnapped like this befor.
they rolled me through the halls to the elevator, since the trolly thing couldnt really make it up the stairs.
they rolled me to the skywalk, which looks out over the entire courtyard, which is where zack and the rest of the gang was
kyle told mitch to "go get them ready" as we sat there in the dark.
i guess mitch gabe kyle a signal, because
he said "showtime" and he lifted me up out of the cramped space.
kyle pushed me back down to my secret little hole.he ran me up the hall and into a classroom, i wasnt sure which, it was still dark and i was getting lightheaded because of the tape around my head
he pushed the troll against the wall, opening TOWARDS the wall, so nobody would be able to tell i was there, and he ran out. i tried to push it away from the wall, but it was alottt heavier than i thought.
after about 15 minutes of nearly passing out, i heard zack screaming my name whle running through the halls
i tried to scream as hard as i could, but just made out a few "MMMMFGHHHS!!'
nothing to helpful
i heard a large THUD and a struggle, and figured mitch and kyle had caught up to zack. the door to the room i was in opened, and i heard alot of heavey breathing.
the rolling thing backed away from the wall,
and the lights were on. mitch had a gun to the back of zacks head. Dont
worry, it was just a water gun, but zack didnt know that.
WELL! let me know if your interested in the rest....
|My Birthday (Part 2)|
|I was expecting to remain tied up for the
rest of the weekend, but for the most part I was suprised at what happened.
Mark, Matt and Mindy attacked my girlfriend, quickly bound her with tape,
and gave her my ballgag. Oh, they listened to what I had said, I always
wanted to be captor but I never really have been entirely. They blindfolded
her, and handed her off to me, claiming her parents thought she was playing
a trick on me and so she was staying at Matt's overnight. Clever.
I thanked Mark, Matt and Mindy for my wonderful, wonderful present, then carried her back to my house. I took her up to my room, layed her down on the bed, and wrapped tape around her and the entire bed, effectivly securing her to it. I removed her blindfold and smiled at her. She clearly was not told about this part of the trick. I let her struggle for a bit, then decided to leave her there, as she has done to me occasionally.
I returned about an hour and a half later to find her gone. I quickly backed into a wall, expecting her to jump out at me, as It's happened before, but nothing. I called her name, nothing. Now I was getting a little worried. I went outside and looked around, then called her cell phone. Nothing. I went back inside into the open arms of my girlfriend. She threw me to the ground, and three of her friends, we'll call them Ally, Amy and Amelia, tackled me as well. They managed to lift me into a rolling computer chair, and secured me to it. (Funny, because I've been tied in this chair before.) My socks were removed, one was put in my mouth and duct tape was applied over it. I knew I was in for it now.
The girls rolled me into a walk in closet in one of the guest rooms, where I was greeted by Matt, tied to a wooden hardback chair and gagged with the ballgag. Apparently, G was very, very angry about being betrayed. The girls went back out to get Mark and Mindy while Matt and I tried to break free. I tried to push over to him, but I couldn't push the thing on such a thick carpet. Maybe a half hour later, I can't be sure, Mindy was carried in, bound and gagged to another chair. Eventually, Mark was in too, and now we were screwed.
We were each assigned to be tortured by a different girl. Me by G, of course, Mark by Amy, Matt by Ally, Mindy by Amelia. G managed to get me, in the chair up the stairs and into my room. She pulled me off the chair, and as my ankles and wrists had been bound seperatly, I could not escape. She threw me on the bed and flipped me on my back. She left me like this for a second until she returned with ice. I tried to struggle, but she sat on my while she rubbed ice around the small of my back. I "mmmph"ed ferociously, but it didn't do anything. She taunted me a bit, then flipped me back over, and left for a second. She came back with Amy and Amelia, and they managed to get me tied spread eagle on the bed in nothing but my boxers, which G knows is my achilles heel: it's happened to me so many times she knows its what I hate most.
Amelia and Amy left. G wished me a happy birthday and tickled the **** out of me. (Not Literally) After what was probably an hour or so she was called out, and when she came back she informed me that everyone else had been set free and were gone, and the other girls were gone, and now I had no hope of being released. She did so with a certain amount of over-dramatics, just to get me angry. She tickled me more, used more ice, used things like electric toothbrushes and such for what could have been three hours for all I know. Finally she informed me she was done. She untied me, and gave me back my clothes.
The rest of the story is romantically overtoned, so I leave it out, (nothing sexual, mind you,) but yeah, it was in fact a happy birthday.
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|Finally good stories are coming... no offense to anyone, im bad posting stories so i dont post them.|
|when is T-man coming back he was the best.|
|Nice story, The Walkster!
BTW, PJ, If you think they are bad stories, you could post them if you want. Maybe we like ´em.
|Continue please, Laura! :D|
|I am very interested in the rst laura!!!! Please continue!|
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|i think we ran cheri out of town|
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|Kidnapped at school 2|
|hmm ok where was i...
WELL, the water gun was to his head, and he was in complete disgust that they had caught up with him. He also never looked hotter in his LIFE
Well, i was still completely imobalized (spelling) and verrrry lightheaded. My arms were starting to hurt from being behind my back for so long, and my legs really needed to be stretched out.
They pushed Zack into on of the chairs. the pulled his arms behind him and the back rest, and taped them to the back legs of the chair. He was trying to talk, but kyles hand was tightly clamped over his lips, also extremmmmely hot.
Mitch had gotten me up, and sat me down on the teachers desk, which was EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Kyle went to grab the tape, removing his hand from zacks mouth.
"you are taking this WAY to far, and Laura isnt even INVOLVED in this!"
aw..he was sticking up for me!
Kyle quickly wrapped tape around his head, several times, and bound his feet to the from legs of the chair.
his arms were streched (stretched?) pretty far behind him, which thrusted his chest out, revealing his small boyish abs through his shirt....oh god, i almost died!
some more ninth graders game into the room,
and carried me out. I had already discovered trying to make noise wouldnt
help, so i just stared at Zack until i was completely out of site.
They sat me down in the middle of the gym.
I started to get a little scared...id been tied up now for a little over an hour...which was COMPLETELY uncalled for.
Kyle told me we would be going for a little ride, and i started to scream prettyyyy fiercly through the tape. I was totally not ready to be taken off school grounds as a captive.....helllll no that was not happening
I didnt know just how far they would take this...i mean, they were only in ninth grade and i didnt think any of them were ready to commit a crime of KIDNAPPING.
one of the ninth graders older brother pulled his massive van up to the gym doors...still the music in the courtyard was so loud, nobody could have heard it. they loaded me into the PITCH BLACK back of the van, and i was nearly hyper ventalating.
the small like in the back was turned on, only for me to see some of the more attractive 7th graders trussed up a smuch as i was laying next to me.
one of them had the most terrified expression, and the other was unconscious (spelling)
now i knew it was more serious than befor...
we drove around for about a half an hour, just lying helplessly in the back of a van.
we finally parked, i hoped back at the school, and i was blindfolded.
i had started to work the bind on my wrists, but i guess they noticed and wrapped atleast 6 more layers of tape around them.
i had absolutely NO idea where i was, untill i smelled the scent of the gym, THANK GOD!
i wasnt quite sure of the direction i was being carried in, but atleast i knew i was back in the school.
we went up some stairs, and i was placed on the floor somwhere. i heard the people walk away, and leave me in total silence and darkness. i still wasnt sure where i was, so i didnt wanna start rowling around on the floor, fearing i would roll right down a few flights of stairs. ouch.
after a few minutes of laying around not knowing what in the hell was going on, i finally heard running feet getting closer and closer.
my blindfold was removed, and it was ZACK! oh i was so excited to see him. Turns out we were on the top floor (duh, i was carrid up some stairs) and the end of the hallway. he took out a knife and cut the tape on my arms and legs, and finally removed the tape gag. wow, that was extremmmely painful to remove. we hugged eachother for the longest time, breathing heavely, untill we noticed Kyle at the other end of the hallway running towars us.
He was only a few yards away from us when we bolted down the stairs. I dont think i have ever run as fast as that in my life. We pushed through the doors to find everyone still dancing with insanely loud music, and we fell over onto the grass out of breath. We layed in eachothers arms trying to get some air back into ur lungs, when i noticed his bloodied lip and the TONS of bruises on his arms.
"no one was aloud to get hurt"
heh, so much for THAT rule.
Zack apologized multiple time for letting them touch me, and practically confessed his love for me. That was a shocker....
we wanted to tell the teachers, but we knew they would just deny it. And there wa sno proof, despite the mad amounts of tape burns all over my body. Even zacks bruises and cuts would do nothing, kyle would just tell everyone they got into a fight.
there was nothing we could do, except keep
and eye on eachother the rest of the night. By that i mean never leaving
eachothers sides. Who knows what they had planned....
well the night was pretty calm after that, and everyone just thought me and Zack were missing because we were having an intense makeout session....heh, its not like i would have minded.
Eventually, the 7th graders showed up, scared crapless.
ofcourse they wouldnt tell the teachers,
the ninth graders were sooo much bigger than them, they knew better.
even now, 2 years later, kyle and mitch will
try to freak me out by sneaking a roll of duct tape into my locker
hope you liked it!
ill post some of my other experiences another
|Yea Laura, like to hear the stories!|
When will your next part of the story be ready cant wait to read it.
|hey... im new to this site... i have always
wanted to be tied up, but none of my friends are into that kind of stuff...
is there any way i can persuade them into tying me up??
Also, i was just wondering if anyone knows of any sites where there are free pics and videos of men tied up, but minimal nudity
|Laura, I am trying to hang low too... My parents do not know and would probably be a lil upset. And not to mention amberising for me. At my age of 11, my parents have their share of concerns. So I simply exit or minimize when I hear footsreps cooming this way. They never get on and check, They just look. So Think aout it! See Ya =).|
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|does anyone no the movie small soldiers
and the part where the boy was tied up and the girl too?
could someone post a story of self bondage preferribly male?
|Final Fantasy FAnatic|
|Heh, thanks guys
now i know it doesnt sound true...but thats most likely because you dont know the ninth graders (now 11th)
they were plenty capable of pulling up, cause
were still pretty intimidated by them...i think they knew we wouldnt have
but, i guess me posting it is opening it
up to both positive and negative comments...
ha, and yes me and Zack are still together....
BTW, any idea of what we could do to Mitch
|Toy soldiers Tie up...|
|I know that part of toy soldiers!|
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|Well laura, I am only a kid but I would suggest Take a whole bag of ice and dump it down his back, I am a kid so we do not do many things major, So I would not know. lol. But If he was aracknifobick u could dump A whole bunch of spiders on him! That is my best Idea. P.S.(Ofcourse) Tie him up.|
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|how do 9th graders manage to drive a van?|
|anyone can drive a van|
|How did those kids get you in the school without getting caught?|
|the 9th graders werent driving it, like i said it was one of their brothers who was a Sr. at the time.|
|To an unnamed post|
|Anyone who asked it, I´m 14 and I
CAN drive a SUV or other cars, but they have to be with automatic gears...
The bad thing is that I´m not allowed to drive on open roads.
|Happy Thanksgiving !|
|Just wanted to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving
and hope everybody has a safe one.
Have fun, but don't let any "Turkeys" tie
you up !
|why didnt anybody see you at the school?|
|My girl frends first time|
|It's been about 7 mo since this first happend.
It was over summer brake and she invited me over to her house. To make sure she was all right with being tied up i had brought the topic up one night very casualy. From that i found out that she had an intresste so now a few weeks later i was gunna let her see what it was like.
I have this 8ft or so long white rope its
not to thin as to cut but thin enough as to bend when u make a lope in
it. but as it is long and orf course our parents can't find out so i wound
it around my leg and so it was hiddin under my jeans... no one could tell
i laid her on her bed the hured over to her
drawer and pulled out some pantihose... (i was looking for socks [mine
from home would have been to big] but i found the pantihose first so thats
what i used.) oh no she said when she figerd out what i was gunna do, before
she could say anything else i stuffed the pantihose into her mouth. then
i took the jeans strip and wraped it around her head and knoted it in the
"now i said, i will give you some time to get out, im gunna go whach tv but in 5 min i will be back and if your not out youll be sorry."
I sat on the couch and caught my breath i couldn't belive that i had tied up my girl frend. While i was sitting there her dad came in got a drink of water and asked where Katie was, oh, i said shes in the bathroom. and with that he went back out side.
After the 5 min were up i walked back into
her room, she was still tied up.
After a wile i took the gag out of her mouth
and asked her how she was. she asked if i was going to untie her and i
said yes. she got this mischevus look in her eye and turned over so i could
untie her. i untied her ankels and was about to untie her wrists when to
my saprize she pulled them apart and i relized she had just untied herself.
|I am aware i didn't spell check... and i may post the seciod part later don't know when though. and if any one wants to e-mail me they can i could use some ideas or just talk or what ever. (girls or boys)|
|other than tickling someone what can u do to them... for a girl... or guy just spesafiy which one u r talking about.|
|why they didnt see me in the school..|
|firstly, because it was dark out. Secondly, because everyone was dancing and partying. Were not THAT MUCH of a crazy group, and its not like there were any more than 3-5 teachers there|
|Laura, is he arcknifobic? The people who tied u up at school?|
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|noo, theyre not afraid of spiders|
|heh, thanks for tryin though Shaun...but
remember theres more of them than us, and theyre older and bigger...heh,
makes it sound like imback in 8th grade
Just to let all of you know, iv never let anybody else (besides Zack) know about the whole bondage deal...so me finding this site is prettyyyy awesome..well..for me...and i guess for you all, if you like my stories
but, seriously, thank you all for having this site...its really gonna help all of my friends NOT knowing
|Lol. I know laura. But still. People may be aracknifobic when there 50! It is some mental fear glan that will usually, USUALLY stick with them for the rest of their life. So just trien.|
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i just got off the phone with zack...and told him about the site and whatnot.
He says the top three stories that i could
where we were both "kidnapped" by his baseball
team for his birthday
when i was his captive for the entire weekend
orrr the one game of man hunt at a party..
lemmie know which one you wanna hear!
|Oh wow... all three sound great, the first two especially... but if you can only post one I guess the second one.|
|someone message me or something im bored anyway, great story laura|
|The 7:00 Movie|
|I’m finally able to report that I had a
tie up experience for the first time (with someone else) in a good few
months. I’m going to replace the names - there was me (Jake 15), Lauren
(15), and her cousin, Chelsea (16). A quick overview of our outfits -
Me - Black AC/DC Shirt with jeans and Joe Boxer socks. (no shoes allowed in Lauren’s house)
Lauren - Pink and green “Prep” shirt with light blue jeans and Hanes socks for girls.
Chelsea - Black Teen Titans shirt with dark blue jeans and Hanes socks for boys.
Alright, onto the story.
Last Monday at school, Lauren came up to me before a class (I was with her cousin) and told me that I was going to her house on Tuesday night to watch a movie with her and Chelsea. I didn’t want to go, because hanging out with these two girls are like hanging out with devilish little children.
I made up some excuse to not go, but Lauren saw right through it.
“Sure, sure. My parents will be with my sister at a horse riders banquet, so be at my house by 7 or else Chelsea and I will take you hostage.” Lauren said.
I thought nothing of it at the time, because they were typically always joking around about things like that, but I was apparently wrong about their banter.
Sitting at home on Tuesday night, around 6:00, I decided to tell my parents that I was going over to her house to watch a movie and wouldn’t be home until around 10:30 or so. That was my normal curfew (yes, I’m still in the battle with that one), and I lived just around the corner from her, so they were ok with it.
At 7:00, I left my house and began walking down the pitch black street to the corner. As soon as I turned the corner, I was that there was a light on in Lauren’s room, but nowhere else in the house. I approached the front door (at about 7:03 - yes, they are very picky about being RIGHT on time) when the two of them popped out of the bushes and attempted to scare me. It didn’t really work; you have to expect everything with those two.
“You’re late. Lauren and I told you what would happen if you were not her by 7.” Chelsea said.
“Yeah, now we’re gonna take you hostage.” Lauren said.
“Whatever.” was all I said. I was actually
kind of curious to see what exactly they would do, so I played along with
“Alright Jake, we told you that we were going to take you hostage if you weren’t here at 7:00.” Lauren said as Chelsea went behind the bar and pulled out a wooden chair.
They sat the chair next to the couch, in front of the TV.
“Sit down, Jake.” Chelsea said.
Of course I was very excited about what might happen. I could take a guess at it, and boy was it right. I promptly (but not too eagerly) sat down in the chair.
“Put your hands behind the chair.” Lauren said, and I did so. She wrapped the duct tape around my wrists so they formed an x. She used a lot of tape, and when she was done, I could hardly even more them.
“Wow, this is pretty secure.” I said, foolishly.
“Shut him up, Lauren.” Chelsea said.
“Alright, alright.” Lauren replied, and put a piece of tape on my mouth. She then proceeded to tape both of my ankles to the legs of the chair. She taped around my lap and the chair, and then my back and the chair. She used so much tape that by the time she was done, I was stuck pretty good.
“There, I think that’s good.” Lauren said, as she walked over and put the movie on.
While they were intently watching the movie and once in a while taking a quick glance over at me, I pushed the tape gag off my mouth with my tongue.
“Hey look,” Chelsea said as she looked over “Jake has his gag off.”
She grabbed the tape and walked over to me. She threw the old gag out, and then wrapped tape around my head 3 or 4 times. I was obviously very excited, but I tried my best to hide it. I think it worked.
“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHH” was all I could mutter into the gag. I tried freeing myself of the bonds, but to no prevail. I just decided to sit back and watch the movie.
After about an hour, the girls paused the movie and walked over to me.
“Tell ya what we’re gonna do,” Lauren said “we’re gonna put you in the bathroom like this and lock the door. We’re going to go get some food, so we’ll be gone for about a half hour, and if you escape by the time we get back, we will allow you to watch the movie without being tied up.”
“MMMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH.” was all I could respond with.
With this said, they picked up either side of the chair and carried me into the basement bathroom, which was the one her mom used all the time. They set me down in the middle and walked out. They shut the door and used a key to lock the doorknob so I couldn’t get out.
I heard their footsteps go upstairs, into the hallway, and out the door. I began working frantically to undo the bonds, but there was so much tape that I couldn’t even get a little tear in it. Looking behind me, I saw Lauren’s mom’s vanity. I thought that there must be something in there.
I began moving over there by using the balls of my feet to slowly but surely push myself over. After what seemed like 10 minutes, I finally had my back up against the vanity. I used my fingers to open the top drawer, and then shoved m hands in to wedge it open some more. I turned myself sideways so I could look in, and only saw a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, and a bunch of face cleaner. Nothing useful. I tried my hardest to pull my hands down low enough to open the second drawer. After 5 minutes, I got it open. I looked inside and saw nail polish, makeup, and a little pair of those nail scissors.
I reached for the scissors, and after a while, finally got them. I began trying to cut the tape off of my hands. After 10 minutes or so, I finally got the stupid tape off. I freed my hands, and began unwinding the tape around my chest, lap, and ankles.
I was just finishing getting the tape off my ankles when I heard the screen door open upstairs. I jumped up from I where I was, and decided to get some payback. I frantically looked through the other drawers, and found some of her mom’s panties. I grabbed 3 of them and ran into the shower, pulling the curtain behind me.
I heard a click of the lock, and the door slowly creeked open.
“Jake, come on, Chelsea is upstairs with the foo--” Lauren was saying as she looked into the bathroom. She walked over to the chair, and when her back was facing me, I opened up the little crack between the curtain and the wall and jumped out at her.
I wrapped one hand around her mouth and one hand around her chest, pinning her arms down.
“Ok Lauren, now it’s time for my revenge.” I said, very wickedly.
To be continued
|Personally, Laura, I'd really like to see
the last story to see how it all started.
However, the second sounds really good, about you being a captive for an entire weekend.
|Plz tell the story of how you were his captive for the week|
|Matt Got Tied Up|
|My name is Vanessa, and I have a friend Matt who really annoys me sometimes. So anyways last week, Matt locked me in a room at our church for like an hour. I was determined to get him back. So today, I had a friend of Matt’s tell Matt that he was going over to his house, since Matt's parents weren't home, but really Matt’s friend was going to help me. Anyways we surprised Matt, and jumped him when he opened the door. We got him to the basement, and handcuffed him. We then gagged him with a sock and a scarf, and then blindfolded him with a pair of duct taped ski googles. Then we even put some earmuffs over his ears, so he couldn't hear. we put some snowpants on hi, then my black jacket on him, then put my blue vest on him, and put purple mitts on him. We put a life jacket on Matt, and had him sit down with his legs on either side of a pole in his basement. We then attached one strap of the life jacket to the pole, and put another strap from the back of the life jacket to the front running through his legs. We then used a combo lock to lock all the straps and a belt holding him to the pole, together, so he could not get out, and off the pole without the combo. Then we used three belts, one on his ankles, another under his kness, and another on his thighs. Then we put a metal rod through all the belts on his legs, so he could not bend his legs, which made the pole give him a "gas pedal". The since Matt hates elbow and knee pads, we put those on him to bug him. Then Matt was trying to tell us something. We un-gagged him, and he told us that his parents would not be home for another 10 hours. We were amazed at our luck, regagged Matt, and left him there for 8 hours. Then we went back to his house, and release his hands, but he still could not get undone without the combo Then we went home again. Finally after an hour and an half after releasing him, I gave him the combo over msn. He was mighty pissed after he got undone, since he had pissed his pants. Anyways, I got my revenge on Matt, and I am happy. If you want to see pics of all this, goto http://188.8.131.52/matt the user is "tiedup" the pass is "mattloveshighheels". See ya all later|
|does any one know sites of teenage girls tied up? (maby school girls)|
|any one have some ideas? about what i can do to a girl after ive tied her up? in need of i deas before this weekend. Thanks!|
|to the message above, after you get a girl tied take her socks off and take some ice cubes and hold it to the bottom of her bare feet. Also make sure you wear DIRTY socks and when she is tied take your socks off and stick them in her mouth. Lets see, could also tickle her. also you could just leave her tied and gaged with your dirty socks and watch her struggle.|
|i just tried th epass, it does work just copy and paste if u have to. the pass is the words without the quoatations.|
|the pass is right, make sure u dont include the qutation marks|
|what does the term "gas pedal" refer to exactly|
|Hey everybody, thanks for all the hints and tips about the site. I have moved it from geocities over to 150m, so the new url is www.tman0075.150m.com. The site still has a few quirks here and there, but it's better than not being able to see the site at all.|
|great stuff so far, a few dead pics but its good. just wondering how old are you?|
|To - Nicholas H
Please post your next part of the story soon, I would like to know what revenge you all had on little Phil.( Hope you kept him hogtied for hours to have some nice rope burns )
hope to here from you soon.
|T-man please continue, great story!
Laura, they all 3 sound great.
Vanessa, nice pictures, just had to wait...
|umm... my girl frends first time the sequel|
|Hello here is the rest of the story
So... where was i... (Looks at first post...) oh yes, Katie had just saprized me by freeing her self, (with some help) and fliped me over saying "your turn!"
She fliped me over twisting one of my wrists
behind my back (kinda hurt) and held me down, so i had no chosse but to
give in and let her have my other wrist. She used the thick rope and wound
kinda tight. The thing that got me was that she was realy good at tieing,
as far as i knew she haden't done this before. When i asked why she was
soo good she said that she used to tie up her babysitters and frends when
they came for a sleep over.but she'd never been on the "other side of the
rope" so to speek. "now no more talking for u." and she stuffed her pantihose
into my mouth, they were still wet and that was kinda gross. then like
i had she wound the cloth around my head and i found that she realy had
made a good gag. I was still laying on her bed, and she, after finishing
with the gag and wrists tied my legs together. Above the knee and at the
ankel. It realy worked well, i knew this already had yet to find out for
|The 7:00 Movie Part 2|
|Thanks Zack, and im 15
anyway, part two of my story:
I let go of Lauren and pulled both of her hands behind her back. I used one of the panties to tie them in an x. I then went and shoved one of the panties (I assumed they were clean - they were out of the big box of panties) in her mouth, and wrapped the last one around her mouth and head, holding the one in her mouth in.
She giggled a little, and then mph’d softly into her gag as I pulled her back into the workshop of the basement. I grabbed another chair like the one I was tied in, and made her sit in it. I wrapped a rope that I found on the workbench around her torso and the chair to hold her there while I went and got the duct tape.
After I found the duct tape, still on the couch, I walked back into the workshop to see Lauren right where I left her. I walked over to her, and took off her gag.
“This is punishment for taping me to the chair for an hour.” I said.
“This is sorta fun. You should tie up Chelsea to---” She was trying to say when I shoved the panty back in her mouth, and then wrapped the duct tape around her mouth and the back of her head (under the hair) about 4 times.
Then I undid the rope holding her to the chair and told her to stand up. She did so and I crouched down to her hands to tape them together. When I finished that, I wrapped some tape above and below her breasts, making them bulge a little bit. Then I told her to sit down, and I wrapped tape all around her upper body and the chair, which held her down.
I then taped her ankles together, very well, and I taped her knees, too. I wrapped tape around her lap and the chair, and finished it off by pulling her feet up under the chair, and used the rope to attach them to her hands. Now that she was done, I got ready to take Chelsea down.
I waited with my hostage (who looked pretty hot all taped up, and softly mmphhing into her gag) for about 5 minutes, when Chelsea finally came down to look for Lauren. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she turned right to head to the bathroom, and I snuck out from behind the workshop door and followed her in. I quietly hid behind the bar and waited for her to come back out.
“Lauren? Where are you?” she called out, exiting the bathroom.
She walked over toward the workshop, where I guess she heard Lauren mmpphhing. I followed her, walking very quietly. As she opened the door and gasped, I flung myself on top of her and forced her to the ground.
I quickly reached for the duct tape and wrestled her arms behind her back. Once her wrists were taped, I reached for a panty that was lying on the floor. I grabbed it, and shoved it into her screaming mouth. She tried to spit it out, but before she could, I wrapped tape around her head about 5 times. With the basics covered, I took care of her kicking feet. I taped her ankles together, and tickled the soles of her feet (through the socks) for a couple of seconds, and I was still sitting on her, so I was shaken off by her wiggling. She is very ticklish.
I got back up, and hoisted her to her feet. I wrapped tape above and below her breasts, and because hers were BIG, they really bulged out. Then I sat her in a chair and taped her entire upper body to the chair. Then I taped her knees together, and wrapped tape around her lap and the chair. Finally, I did the same thing that I did to Lauren, and pulled her feet up under the chair and used another rope to tie them to her hands.
I thought that there was something missing. I decided to push the twp chairs back to back, and tape them there. Then I taped around both of their heads, so they were really stuck together.
I stepped back and admired my work. There were now to hot looking girls, both cousins, duct taped to chairs, awaiting their torture.
I thought I should get to work. It was about 9:45 by this time, so I only had 45 minutes to start. I began by sitting on Chelsea’s lap, and doing something with the bulging breasts, but you probably don’t want to hear it. After 5 minutes of that, I went and did the same thing to Lauren.
When I finished that, I lied down on the floor, and took turns tickling their feet. They are both very ticklish, so they were thrashing around and mmmpppphhhing into their gags. After 20 minutes of that (10 minutes each), I stood up and looked at the panting girls.
“Well, how do you like this so far?” I asked them.
“MMMPPPPPHHH!!” was all they could reply. Lauren looked like she was having a lot fun, but Chelsea looked pissed.
I still had 15 minutes left, so I used them to the max. I started tickling the girls all over the place, one hand on each, and they went insane. They were thrashing all around and laughing really hard. Their heads kept rolling around; that’s all they could do because they were taped together.
Finally, after 10 minutes, I stopped, and took the gags off. They were panting very hard as I untied them. I threw the ball of tape into the garbage, and the girls rubbed their wrists to get rid of the marks.
“So, that was fun.” I said.
“Yeah, it kinda was, wasn’t it Chelsea?” Lauren said.
“It was ok, not my favorite though.” She
“You know, the next time we’re alone with her, we can team up and tie her up.” Chelsea said.
“Sounds good to me.” I replied.
After bidding goodbye, I walked home, and made it only 3 minutes late. I turned on the TV and thought about how we could get Lauren next time.
|sexy girl tied and gagged|
|hi my name is luke this happened one year ago when i was 13.I have a brother which was 10 he has a friend named colin also 10 and colin has a big sister she is 12.We met them 3 months before this and it was the first time i ever tied up a girl.ok when this happened i was 5'7 103 pounds and brown hair,my brother is joel he was 5'3 62 pounds and has brown hair,colin is native so he has darker skin he was 5'4 86 pounds and has black hair,tara is his big sister she was 5'7 114 pounds and has black hair she is native but she has white skin she has oversized breasts for her age a tight ass and a pretty face she is average not skinny or fat and pretty sexy.ok we were at their house and their parents were not home so we played a killing game were i was the killer colin and joel were the cops and tara was my target.this was a sunday night at 8 p.m..ok so i got on a black sweater with no hood,black sweat pants and black socks joel and colin wore blue no hooded sweaters blue jeans and white socks,tara wore a tight red tank top tight blue jeans and she was barefoot.so we all got our equipment.I got a blue bandana to strangle her [remember we were not planning to play a tie-up game]and i put on a black mask so you could only see my eyes.Colin and joel got fake plastic hand guns,and one pair of fake metal handcuffs each [the handcuffs dont have keys but they have safety switches].ok their house is pretty small but big enough to have fun.When you enter the house which is the back there is a laundry room,to the right there is a hallway,to the right is a bathroom,to the left is a staircase,up stairs there is her room and his room,back to the hall,down the hall to the right is the kitchen,to the left is there parents room with a computer,straight is the living room.Ok the game starts in the living room which is a back alley.first i got my bandana,put on my mask and got a strip of white duct tape.colin and joel are in there parents room which is the police HQ with the door closed.So tara is walking and i snuck up behind her and wrapped the bandana around her neck then she started to yell so i stuck the tape on her mouth soon she was out cold so i started to tie her hands over her head with the bandana suddenly she through the bandana down and went to the kitchen then she took my horrible gag off and through it out then she took the full roll and gave it to me and said i have to kidnapp her.So she lay down on the living room carpet then i picked her up and carried her to her room over my shoulder.When we got there she was still pretending to be out cold so i put her on the bed then i pulled her hands behind her back and taped them securly together then taped her ankles,under her knees,above her knees and her thighs then i taped her arms to her sides under and above her breasts then i took a strip and taped her mouth then she woke up,the gag was so good there were no rinkles and it was very effective.So tara mmmmphs and i put my hand over her tightly taped mouth and say shut up sexy,ive been wanting to kill you for a long time.Then i sit her against this little pole in her room then i tape her to it under and above her sexy breasts then i pretend that an empty water tank is a gasoline tank and petend to pour it all over her legs,torso and head then all over the room around her and allover the walls then i throw it away and take an empty tic tac pack and pretend it is a lighter as i pretend to light it she mmmmmphs like crazy and struggles like crazy as she does theis she looks really sexy then just before i throw the lighter on the pretend gas collin shoots it away and they handcuff me.Well i will post the other half later.Got to go now.|
|T-man when i click ur link the page it takes me too is not even a web-site?|
|Sorry about that everyone. I entered the
right URL in my message, but the wrong one in the link part of the form.
The correct URL is www.tman0075.150m.com
I forgot the m after the 150 on the links in previous messages.
|If you don't know what to do to Lauren next
time, I have an idea for you.
Pretend like you are going to kidnap her.
|Vanessa, nice pics - How come you made the
webpage on Matt's computer?
Moptop, good story (I think) but could you *please* try to spell, or use a spellcheck? I don't want to start a flamewar but it's reallly hard to follow.
Nicholas H, we're eagerly awaiting more of
This just happened this evening ( I live in the Netherlands! )
Esther is here to sleep with me, which i should be doing now!!, but this happened after dinner.
I ran up the stairs and went to my room to
play Need For Speed Most Wanted (great game BTW) after an hour I needed
to pee, but Esther blocked the door.
At that moment I REALLY needed to go to the bathroom!
Then she started tickling me.( I'm very ticklish
on some places and she, as my girlfriend, knows where...)
I just got out of the shower and wanted to
share the story with you...
See you later! :) I don't wanna sleep! (and i'm not going to)
|hot babysitter n friends|
|this story is from 1998 when i was 14 and
at my old house.
it was my mum and dads anaversary and they decided to go out for dinner and whatever. so that night they hired a babysitter against my will but the babysitter was very attractive and very tall. i think she was still in college as she called her friends and invited them over to my house. she iventually got 3 of her friends round and they started chatting and eating snacks. they told me to go and play and stay out of trouble while the grown ups talk. i did but came back straight away and said "no! its my house and ill call my mom." with that they sat up and said "what if we sent you to bed?" and i said "ill just get back out." one of her friends whispered something the the babysitter and she giggled and said "what if we tie you up instead" and i just gulped and said stupidly but confidently "not in MY house" and i sort off strutted to the door and opened it and said "common girls out" and just when they were going out the door they all tackled me and pinned my arms n legs down and told me to stop squirming. eventually i had no choice. they took me to the basement and one of them found some spare washing line and tied my hands behind my back and then my anlkes and knees and then they hog tied me to ensure i couldnt get out. they started annoying me by calling me cute n helpless. they then left me for what seemed ages and came back with a paint brush n tickled my feet and neck, and jabbed my belly and even drew on my face and then got a camera and threatened to take a pic if i wasnt a good boy for the rest of the night and went to bed. despite it only being 7.45 ish. i agreed and went to bed and didnt move.
|K. microsoft word is out so i have no source of spell check, but i will try. Glad you liked it.|
|could someone please give some good unescapable self-bondage strategies all I have is rope and tape|
|Girls liked being tied up|
|hi im 16/male and this just happened like
yesterday. i had a friend who is a girl and my girlfriend over my house.
They were out partying befor and my friend chrissy was wearing a white
shirt, black mini skirt,pantihose, sandal dress shoes and my g/f becki
was wearing a black shirt, black miniskirt, black stockings,and slip on
shoes. we were sitting around in my basement watching TV (it is fully furnished)
we were joking around and the both said somthing to make fun of me. I told
them say it again and id kidnap them. ( my parents were away for the weekend
and their parents thought they were at someone elses place for the weekend)they
both laghed and said it again. i said ok u wanna play ill play. i went
into my bedroom and went into my secret compartment and got my tie up kit
(x-GF liked to be tied up) i came out and to my suprise they were still
there. they looked at me and ran and since im not in as good of shape as
they r the got to chrissys car first. i got into the trusty shagon wagon
(my 94 chevy stationwagon) and followed them to becki s house. the ran
in after they unlocked to door wich gave me time to catch up to them. her
parents werent home for the night so i went in.i had finaly cornered them
in beckis room. They both looked at eachother in agreement and gave up.
forst i tied chrissy's hands behind her back with some rope then i took
of her shoes and tied her feet. then i turned to becki and did the same.
they both were stiiting on the bed. i went to get gagges for them but i
had forgotten them. i asked becki if she had anything to gagg them with
she refused to tell so i moved them both into my car as quietly as possible
ans went back in to her house i went into her room to get my stuff when
i say in her open drawer all her panyihose and stockings. i grabbed a bunch
figuring i could gagg them with them.we droove to my house and put them
both on my basement floor. then i noticed that they were wispering to eachother.
i grabbed the stockings and looked at them i went over to chrissy and she
said oh no not a gagg and i tied a pair os stockingd aroud like a cleave
gagg then over her mouth( with a knee high stuffed in her mouth) a MMMMPPPHHHHHH
followed. then i turned to becki and she said please dont gagg me please.
i kissed her and said "ummmm ... no" ans stuffed the other kneehigh in
her mouth then tied the pantyhose around and over her mouth like chrissy.
i tied there knees and upper armsto the point where the couldnt move. the
sat there mmmmpppphhhing to eachother but the seemed to be enjoying there
situation so i left them alone.after an hour the chrissy was screaming
into ger gagg so i took it off and she said that the couldnt feel her feet
or hands andi looked and becki who was mmmmpppphhhing in agreement.so i
looked around for somthing softer to tiethem with. and i saw the pile of
excess pantihose and slowly retied each of my knots with the panyihose
on both girls just enought to restrainthem but loose enough to allow some
circulation. the both nodded their aprovle.we all fell asleep but i awoke
the first. i started tickleing their feet and they awoke in a roar of muffled
laughter.i asked them if they wanted to be untied and they said yes so
i did after 5 minutes the asked me if i would hogtie them i said sure
ok so then they wanted to be hogtied and i said ok. i went and picked up the ropes but they said not they wanted to be tied with the stockings again cuz the rope might hurt too much after a halfhour i managed to almost sucessfully hogtie the shoeless girls in their miniskirts with the stockings but nothing would hold except their gagges. so the agreed to give the rope one more shot this worked much better. i tied chrissys up first i took a long peice of rope and tied her hands behins her back and then i picked up her feet as close to her hands as i could and tied them. then i tied her knees and cleave gagged her with a bandanna. then i turned to becki. after we kissed she got downt on the floor and i tied her in the same fashion. gagging her was a lil dificult cuz she refused to open her mouth. after about 15 minutes they looked like they were both in pain. i told them both that i would tie them to the support poles if they wanted after a b/r break.the nodded and mmmmppphhhed . when they got back they told be that the were really having a lot of fun and that we should do this every weekend i was shocked but did as they wishedthis time i tied becki first. i stod her up against the pole and tied her hands behind and to the pole then i rapped a longer peice of rope around her chest and tied it off i adjusted her feet so that they were togetherand tied her ankles and then her knees and then her thighs below her skirt. then i gagged her with the bandanna like before. then i went to chrissy who just toiritate becki a litle hugged me threw hwe leg up around me and whispered to pick her up .i did knowing becki wasnt really mad cuz she knew we were doing it to anoy her. i carried chrisy over to her pole at the opposite side of the room and tied her hands and arms in the same fashion. i also had to adjust her feet and tied her ankles, knees and thighs anf dinaly after a kiss on the cheek i gagged her and looked at becki she was MMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHing like a wild person. after about a half hour i took their gagges off and we talked for about an hour and i untied them and we all went and got some McyD's (they still did not have anyshoes. the only thing of their feet were their stockings so they stayed in the car ( i carried the to and from the car) when we got back we watches tv and went onlineand then they came to me with a roll of duct tape i looked at them and said u want more? the said we never stop.
i asked them how they wanted to be tied and
they said duct taped to a chair. back down to they basement we wentand
i got 2 chairs. they beat me down and said that i had to act like i was
kidnapping them. so i snuck down the stairs and set out to find themfirst
i found chrissy and i snuckup behind her and grabbed her i put my hand
over her mouth and my other arm around her to restrain her she put up a
light struggle but was faking so it helped. then becki came out and said
can i help tieur newest G/F referring to the time when we were teasing
her when she was ties to the pole so i said its ony fair becki grabbed
the tape and taped her wristsbehind her and then i took my hand off her
mouth and becki put i nice big peice of tape on her mouth chrissy had been
licking my hand so becki but a 2nd and bigger piece over her mouth. then
i took the rool and rapped her feet and her knees then on her thighs she
wasnt tapped to the chair at all so she could move around a little but
becki fixed that she grabbed the roll of tape and rapped her chest arount
the chair about 15 times, she couldnt move anything but her feet to i then
quickly rapped them to a leg of the chair and tickled her feetand she laughed
and mmmppphhhhed. then i noticed becki was gone so i set out to find her
but not before setting up another chair next to chrissy. finaly i grabbed
her with my hand over her mouth and my other rapped around her rather skinny
body. she tryed to get out but quickly gave up any struggle. i sat her
down next to chrissy and wrapped her wristsand then i put 2 big pieces
of tape over her mouth then she started kicking me but i grabbed her feet
and then the tape and wrapped her ankles and then her knees and then her
thighs.then i wrapped her feet to the chair lag like chrissys. then i started
wrapping her arms like chrissys as well they both couldnt move.i started
tickleing their feet and they couldnt stop mmmmmppppppphhhhhing in laughter.by
the time i stoped they were in tears cuz they were laughing so hard. after
about 2 long ours they finally gave up and mmmmmppppppphhhhhed for me to
untie them. they squirmmed a little when u cut them out with my rather
large knife but i told them if they didnt stop id tickle them again. after
i cut them loose they walked around for a bit and then they said they have
one more final thing to ask of me. if i would just tie them to the chairs
with ropes. i questioned them because i found it odd that they still wanted
to be tied. they assured me of what they wanted. so i went to becki and
she sat down i tied her wrists behind her and then i get one of the long
pieces of rope and tied her upper arms to the chair then i go to her feet
she told me i didnt have to do tie her feet but i said" u wanted it so
ur gonna get it" and tied her ankles and knees. then i surned to chrissy
who was already seated and had her hands behind her i tied them off and
moved to her arms. then she started to kick her feet a little but i grabed
them and tied her ankles and knees too she laughed and said sorry. i had
2 pieces of rope left so i decides to tie their thighs they did not protedt
then i grabbed 2 pairs of pantihose and shoved one pair in beckis mouth
and tied a bandanna over it and then the same to chrissythey mmmpppphhhhhhed
in satasfaction. aafter a half hour i said ok ill make it easy ill untie
ur upper arms and ut thighs and u try and get out ok they nodded. after
another half hour becki manages to slip her feet outbut not her knees and
about five minutes later chrissy did the same after 15 more minutes the
both managed to get there hands out and untied themselves. then they came
over and sat down ton the couch with me and watched TV
|This is a true story.We were up country for the weekend to ride horses and indulge in my favourite pastime.We had eaten dinner, when my friend approached me with a length of rope and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back,and telling me he had a surprise for me,he led me outside,there was enough light to see two horses saddled and tied to the fence,we went to them and he told me to mount my horse, he had to assist me as it is not easy with your hands bound as mine were.Now i class myself as a good horseman and i knew my horse to be very quiet,however it was very scary to be on a horse with hands tied behind my back.He then mounted his horse and led mine,i was hoping my horse behaved himself.We rode for about 10 mins where he dismounted and helped me dismount, he led me to a tree to which he tied me. He then mounted his horse and left me tied.He had purposely not tied me tight as i managed to free myself in a short time and ride back to the house where i found him waiting to put me in bondage for the night. aussie roper.|
|america, contact i can help with your request
|"The Best B-Day Gift"|
|Constantine here. It seems like my first
post in a really long time. But I haven’t abandoned you guys. I’ve been
enjoying a lot of the new stories on the board. What sucks is that I’m
simply just running out of tie up games. I only have 1 or 2 left. I gotta
make some new ones. Any who gather around and hear another exciting tale:
This happened quite recently, in fact it
happened 3 days ago. You see it was my birthday, and after a small intimate
party with my family, I went to my friend’s house, to celebrate our birthdays
because they were on the same day (amazing, right?). So the party was quite
small, just a few friends. My friend Mike , Pat, Dan, Walt, Kirstie, Ceci,
and Chelsea. Chelsea was the really cute of the girls in case anyone was
wondering.We all knew each other since High school, with a few exceptions
I knew since grade school. Pat held the party in his garage, which was
actually quite nice and roomy. All my friends were there except me of course
(I usually show up fashionably late), and they were sitting down eating,
chatting etc. I showed up and got the big warm welcome, and we all resumed
our party antics. Anyway towards the end of the party we kinda got bored,
and my one friend ,Mike, who was a bit “different” started to ask funny/weird
questions being his usual self. One of his questions were, “If somebody
taped their mouth shut and threw up, could they die?” (Yeah, intelligent
group aren’t we?) He noticed a roll of duct tape in my friend’s garage,
he went to get it and came back to the table.
-Well that’s it. That’s my little story. It might be my last, just to tell you guys. Thank you all for your positive feedback. When I first came here I was just gonna post one story and leave, but you guys were so positive, you made me wanna write more. I liked sharing my experiences with you all, and I hoped you liked reading them. Hopefully I’ll make some more experiences and be back one day. Thank you all.
|It's a cute experience, J. Constantine,
and I'm glad you shared it with us. Thanks for sharing all your stories.
Even if it's your most recent, though, it doesn't have to be your last! You said you have a couple others, right? Why not tell the rest of your experiences, no matter how minimal they may be? Not to mention your remaining experiences with Jane.
The event with Chelsea was really cute, though I have to wonder, do these guys know that you're really "into" this stuff, or was it just a "have a prisoner" type joke? I'm picturing the latter, but hey, it works out great in your favor since not only did you get to "keep" a cute young lady, but you also got double enjoyment out of it!
|My friend Ashley just tied me up and left the house I can't escape.I am wearing a pink tank top blue jeans and white socks.My ankles and above my knees are tied together with rope.My wrists are tied behind my back crossed with rope there is rope binding my arms to my torso and there is duct tape wrapped around mi mouth and head.I am trying as hard as I can to type for help.I am locked in my big sisters room with no sharp objects and she will be home in 1hour and 45 minutes and she will keep me tied.I can only mmmmph and hop around.So please somebody tell me how to get untied!MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!|
my sister had a friend over last night and bot did i have fun.
she about 5'9'' and big all around
here's the story
B came over and started talking with my sister
in her room
|Hey Steven, welcome back. Sounds like you had fun. Gotta love these spontaneous tie-ups!|
|Can someone post more sock torture stories please.|
|mmmmmmmmph mmmmmmmmph!someone please help me get untied my sister got home and found me now she has tied under my knees amd mi thighs and has put some sort of zipper things in between.She has called her 2 friends over and there going to put me in a hog tie and blindfold me!!!!So somebody please tell me if I can get untied or not!!!!mmmmmmmpfffffffff!!!!!!!!!!!hurry up they will be here in 10 minutes!!!!!!1|
|some one post some self-bondage ideas please on this sight!!!!I have lots of tape and lots of rope and thats all.And remember I dont want to escape.So post some ideas !!!!!|
|take one end of the tape and wrap it around somthing heavy, then just wrap yourself alone the rest of the tape till the roll runs out.|
|My girlfriend can't stop tying me up and
gagging me, if anyone has ideas, please post them!
If you want explanation of what happened, just ask Shaun...
|The shackle bonds|
|Hi. one time when my friend was over not
to long ago we were looking for ways to tie someone up so they couldn't
escape. Then my friend called me over. Hey! i figured one out! she said.
so i walked over. i'll show it to you. she said. so i let her. she tied
the rope to one of my ankles and then wove it around my leg a couple of
times. then she wove it around my other ankle. then she wound it around
both of my feet a couple of times. then on the parts of the rope going
from one foot to the other she wound more across that and pulled it tight
so now the rope on my feet resembled large shackles. she did this many
times until i couldn't move my feet at all. try to move around. she said
when she was finished. i couldn't move. i was about to untie my feet but
she said, wait. so i stopped.i want to see if it works on your hands. she
said. she was a good friend so i let her. can you move at all? she asked.
no. i replied. i cant. and it was true. i couldn't move my hands or feet.good.
she said. then she got a jump rope and tied it to the rope on my hands.
come on. she said. she tugged the rope and i tried to move but i couldn't.
i tried my best to squirm after her but she kept tugging and making it
harder. she led me up the stairs and into my room. she threw me on my bed
and forced me into a hogtie. at this point i tried to scream, but she grabbed
duct tape and put the whole role of it over my mouth. then she removed
my socks and tickle-tortured me till my face turned red. then she began
looking for anything you could use to tie someone up. she tied at least
10 seperate layers of rope,chains,tape,jump rope,video game controllers
ect, ect, until i was in a tight bind. then she took photos of me and video-taped
me squrming. eventually she left and that gave me a chance to escape. it
took a couple of hours, but i eventually freed myself.
next time..... i'll get her.
P.S. she posted the pictures on the internet somewhere.
|Hey stephanie. I can't exactly say i know
how to escape...but if you like RP's, feel free to contact me. MSN:firstname.lastname@example.org
AIM:ILOVETAMI2004@aol.com and Yahoo:Jazz_fan17@yahoo.com
I will only talk to women on this topic!
|hey everyone...ill get those stories up
as soon as i can....
but in the mean time, anyone have ideas about self bondage?
like, i can do my legs and whatnot, i just need and idea for the wrists and arms...
|Hi everyone. This is the sequel of a story
I dropped a long time ago(sorry guys). It's actually longer, but I cut
it in two parts. Expect the following tomorrow.
The battle against the boyscouts ended with a satisfactory result for both parts: we got our traitor and Mike didn't lose, which would've been a terrible strike for his hyper-inflated ego and hard to live down that a bunch of city-kids beat the whole patrol of boyscouts under his command.
As light dwindled into a bloody sky, the dusk started dropping its deep shadows of trees upon us, and Adrian suggested that we'd better get going because we'd better be at the farm again before dinner.
I went looking for Collin. He had avoided me since the end of the game, and I wanted to apologize for the little trust I had had when I chose to believe Phil - who actually was the traitor - instead of him, which inevitably led to me tying Collin up.
I found him inside his tent. He was rummaging inside his bag for clean shorts, because, I realized, the white muddy ones he'd been wearing during the game lay on the floor next to him. Collin squatted facing the entrance, but when I came in - he must have caught a glimpse of me coming - he did not raise his head or showed any signs of noticing my presence.
“Hey,” I said shyly after a while, my voice fading off to a whisper. Collin did not answer. His face displayed a cold look, somewhat increased by the shiny black hair that fell over his eyes.
“I also forgot about the mud,” I pointed out trying to be funny because I hadn't changed yet. Silence. Then Collin glared at me, fixed his fiery coal-black eyes on mine as though saying, “get out you bastard!”
I just stood there, wondering what to do, and Collin kept busy with his bag even though he had already in one hand the sought shorts.
“C'mon Collin, this is stupid!” I kneeled in front of him.
I remained in that position for a few seconds. He hesitated. I nodded. Collin realized I wouldn't leave him alone until he hit me, so he clenched his fist, threw his arm back for impulse, and plunged it straight into my body. I instantly fell backwards on my butt. It didn't hurt at all! I hadn't even hardened my abdominals. Well, what could I expect from such a scrawny kid? His arms were thinner than a broomstick.
Collin instantly crouched near me, noticeably worried by his look that he had hurt me.
“Ok, that was pathetic,” I said, getting up. He seemed uneasy to go through
it again so I proposed something more interesting.
Mike rose from a log he had been sitting on, slowly walked to where Adrian sat and said, swallowing a good gulp of honor,
Adrian was stunned.
Then Mike, to the further amazement of his whole troop, took his own light-blue scout scarf from his neck and put it on Adrian ! All of us were speechless. The blonde kid, moreover astounded by this latter gift, stood up and, after taking from his pocket a golden scarf – his favorite one –, knotted it around Mike's neck.
“This doesn't mean I won't kick your butt next time, Adrian,” Mike said
We removed his gag and gave him some water.
“Thanks, my jaw was killing me! Guys, would you at least untie me so I
can walk?” We vacillated.
He didn't wait for an answer. Mike reached down and tied Phil's ankles and hands together with rope in front of him.
“Wait here, I'll be right back.” Mike went inside his tent. We had no idea what the boyscout had in mind. There was no doubt nevertheless when in a few seconds he emerged carrying a long, thin, but reliably sturdy wooden log. Despite Phil's protests, he shoved it through the boy's bound wrists and down through his likewise tied ankles, then cutting loose the cord joining the both.
I grabbed one end and told Adrian to take the other, whereupon we gently lifted the pole and with it, Phil's body, which remained suspended by his hands and feet. Struggling at this point proved for Phil to be painful, therefore he stayed calm. I glimpsed down at his sky blue eyes and they revealed a mixture of surrender and weariness. I remember wondering what it'd like to be tied like that.
“Just take care not to hit his head with the ground,” advised Mike, pointing Phil's sweaty golden-yellow head drooping back between his shoulders.
“Thanks a lot Mike!” Phil said sarcastically thrilled and we all broke into a general laughter.
Without more ado, the six of us (Adrian, Adam, Chris, Tyler, Phil and I) set off through the steep path of the woods we had come from; Adrian and I carried the pole on our shoulders.
“You always have to see the positive things in each situation, Phil,” Chris
As Phil pronounced these words, we arrived to the creek. Adrian looked back at me with a devious smile and then at his bound little brother.
“So, Phil, you said you're hot?” Our prisoner right away suspected this
amiability, craned his neck to stare open-mouthed at the freezing-cold
stream, just a few meters: he realized what a BIG mistake he had made.
A couple of seconds elapsed as we saw the boy struggle under water before Adrian and I took him out. The once disheveled light locks of hair were now sodden and amassed on the boy's forehead. He gave me the most piteous and begging plead with those even more watery blue eyes.
“Still hot?” Before he could answer, we dropped him again.
During the whole ordeal Adam, Chris and Tyler watched from the shore, amused, if not rolling around the floor with laughter. We never left Phil long enough that he lacked breath - just a few seconds in that creek were enough for the manliest to yield.
We brought him up.
“It's (gasp) so (gasp) cold.” He was shivering.
With that said - and the joke over -, to the relief of our friend, I mean, traitor, we deposited him on the rock carpet that surrounded the stream. After Adrian removed his bonds and helped him to his feet, Phil embraced himself for heat. We put our socks and shoes back on.
“Ok, let's get moving. It's not nice to wander through these woods at night,”
said Adrian and turned his back to the former prisoner. Adrian walked past
the creek in direction of the trail; we did likewise, leaving a shirtless,
soaked and nonplussed Phil staring at us from the other side.
Not wasting any time, the kid put his footgear on and picked up the pace with us. Phil was marveled; he had a smile of a kid who had gotten just the present he wanted for Christmas.
It took us about an hour further to arrive to the farm. The wind had swept kindly the afternoon heat and the starry skylight, obstructed by the high-tree foliage, was the only source of illumination for the last part of the path. Mosquitoes flew all around me – I hated them. As soon as I heard those reckless bloodsuckers, I applied the repellent I always carried in my bag for such occasions. My friends didn't even seem to be bothered by these miniature Draculas – Phil had no t-shirt! – as though they were immune to their jaws (if mosquitoes have jaws) and they made fun of me, or said they would leave me tied up to a tree for the night. I just smiled, nevertheless remained alert if anyone tried to jump me, knowing just too well my friends' lust for practical jokes.
I was surprised to see the back of the house when we finally exited the forest, for we had departed from another way.
The lights were off inside. By the pool, Mr. Silva surprised us with a crackling char-grill crammed with steaks, sausages and tapioca, whose smell tantalized our long-suffering empty stomachs, made our mouths water and any signs of tiredness we could have shown after a long day vanished immediately. It's unnecessary to say we attacked the food as though we hadn't had any for days.
Mr. Silva's famous story telling then ensued; they were no less spectacular than what the brothers had been bragging about for the last days. He told some myths and rural legends, but it was the way he told it, the way he expressed himself throughout that made it special (I had the chance, for the first time, to see what a real storyteller was). On our part, we made no mention of the battle against the boyscouts – we remained silent, trying to keep our reddened wrists away from his sight although I knew Mr. Silva was well acquainted with our, let's say, outdoor activities, and kept grinning to himself.
“…and that's why if you ever hear a low whisper near you in this forest
you should run as fast as your legs allow you,” Mr. Silva said motioning
the bushy horizon.
Mr. Silva entered the house, and once we heard the bedroom's door close, we were alone. There was a long, disturbing period of silence. I could hear myself breathing. Suddenly, Adrian says:
“All right, the comedy is over. Get him!” His words had a magical effect
on us; we pulled out coils of rope from our pockets and attacked unmercifully
- within seconds, Phil lay in the grass, hogtied and gagged, blindfolded
“Well, traitor, we'll now go figure out a nice punishment for you. Meanwhile,
think about what you did earlier to those who thought you were their friends.”
A few meters away we assembled and pretended to be discussing – whispering
meaningless things loud enough so Phil could hear it – for we had already
planed the whole thing.
Unfair? Yes. Cruel? Maybe. Enough? Not quite.
“Oh, and Phil, how was your dinner?”
Adrian then went on explaining the system of tie-ups: approximately every
5 hours Phil would be in hands of each one of us (we were five). Since
Phil had betrayed the whole group, it was reasonable that every member
had a special time torturing his traitor. Thus, the next day we would punish
Phil the way one boy wanted it until 5 a .m., and then another one would
take over until 10, and so on until the punishment is deemed complete.
Still bound to the chair, Phil was carried to the basement so that the
thick walls muffle his eventual cries. Using a thick strong cord, we wound
several rounds around his chest and to the back of the chair, pinning his
arms. Finally we attached the chair to a post (not that he could walk but
we wanted him to be as motionless as possible).
In the meanwhile, we prepared for the next tie-up: a long two-inch wide
board was secured horizontally to the pole, at the height of a 12 year-old's
shoulders. It was designed to look like a cross.
Were we able to capture Phil again, or did he betrayed us - once more -by bringing the boyscouts to attack us? Well, read the next part and find out! Please comment on this.
|Over Thanksgiving (Part 1)|
|Over thanksgiving, my parents had a nice
big barbeque with all their friends, and since my sister was out celebrating
with friends, I was in charge of babysitting my parent's friend's kids.
There were seven of them, 2 were age 13, a boy and a girl, 1 was age 11 a boy, 3 were age 10 two girls and one boy, and 1 was age 8,a boy. I myself am 15. I was to take care of them for an entire day while the adults partied away out in the (quite expansive) backyardm, while I sat with them in the basement for almost 13 hours. We would go up during the dinner obviously, but since I have reason to be believe there was quite a bit of drinking going on before and after the dinner, maybe even during, we were ordered to stay downstairs. The downstairs has a bathroom and the like anyway, so we were set.
Now, since I was taking care of younger children, everything we did had to be child appropriate, which gets old fast. We got through Harry Potter, which the 8 year old brought, and everyone seemed to enjoy it but me. One of them also brought Lemony Snicket or some crap like that, which I objected to, but they all seemed into it. (I think the 13 year old kids were just feigning interest to piss me off). I went over to the shelves to look for another movie, and when I didn't see one, went up to the more varied upstairs shelves. I picked out Groundhog Day with Bill Murray, which I think is a hilarious movie, but is still PG and child appropraite.
I was gone only about 7-8 minutes, but when I returned down, everyone was gone. "****" I thought. I started looking when they all burst out of assorted hiding spots and tackled me. 7 on 1, not the best odds in the world. They kind of moshed around on me until finally I heard duct tape being peeled off a roll. "****", but this time I said it outloud. My wrists began to be bound, but fairly intricatly, considering it was tape being used. I guessed one of these 13 year olds, if not both, had a little hobby of their own. They bound my legs in the same way, all over, securing every inch of my body that could possibly help me escape, then finally ripped off my shoes and socks, took BOTH of the sock, shoved them in my mouth, and taped it shut with enough tape to build a space station. I wasn't going anywhere.
They carried (sorry, DRAGGED) me into a closet, piled all sorts of things on top of me, and left me there while they all went and watched movies. I struggled like crazy, but made no progress at all. After what must have been 2 hours, as it seemed they finished a movie, they pulled me out, dragged me over to the bathroom, and left me in the bathtub, shutting and locking the door. I tried to get out to cut myself free on something, but I couldn't even get out.
After a little they came in again, (I found it funny how they travelled as a pack,) and turned on the water, FRIGID ****ING COLD, if you're wondering. all I could do was "MMMMPH" at them. Thankfully, it felt like the water was loosening the tape, but I pretended it wasn't for my own sake. After the tub was about 3/4 full, they all took turns submerging my head, or just taking cups and pouring water on my face, or just generally slapping me about. After who knows how long, TOO LONG, they finally left me alone in the water, and I managed to work myself free of the binds. I tried to get out as quietly as I could, opened the door quietly, saw they were engrossed in some TV show, and I snuck upstairs. I changed, dryed off, and decided I would risk it and try to take them all, one by one, but this time I brought a pocket knife in my back pocket to free myself in a possible (and likely) capture.
I peered out, they were still watching. When it was over the 'pack' started to move over to the bathroom. Now was my chance, I figured. Once most were inside, I grabbed the person closest to the back, the 13 year old girl, kicked the others inside, slammed the door, and blocked it with a chair. She struggled, but I managed to get her tied well enough. I carried her, still handgagged upstairs, until I found the dirtiest sock I could and gagged her with it. She 'MMMPH'ed at me, but she deserved it. I hoisted her OTS up to my room, where I put her under my bed, then, in what I thought was a crafty and impressive move, managed to secure her under it by using rope I had to tie her to the springs of the bed. I then lowered sheets over the sides so she couldn't be seen, and turned on a fan to full to help muffle her noise. It was like nothing was wrong. Beautiful.
I went back downstairs and the bathroom door was still shut, chair in front of it. But, oh ho ho, the chair wasn't under the doorknob where I had it. I knew they were here. I tryed to figure out the best course of attack. It was still 6 on 1, and since they went in a 'pack' I didn't know where I could go to keep them off me. I then walked, a tad on the loud side, up the stairs, and into the first floor bathroom, leaving the door a tad open. I turned the sink on, to help add to the realism of it. Now, this bathroom has a small window. I managed to fit out of it, run back inside the back door, and wait. They slowly went into the bathroom, and I grabbed the next closest person, The 10 year old boy, but I didn't plan much ahead of that. The rest of them quickly turned around and turned on me, dragging me back down the stairs(LITERALLY). Apparently the 13 year old girl was the 13 year old boy's girlfriend so he was furious. I had managed to take their tape, so they tied me with anything they could find, wires to electronics, scattered bits of rope or rope like-objects, etc., and gagged me by taking an old scarf they found, putting a knot in it and cleave gagging me. They tickled me for a while, until the 13 year old boy, we'll call him B, kicked me in the stomach and took out the gag. I was being interrogated, and a thanksgiving party!
Well, I'ms out of time tonight, more tommorow. Er...technically later today I guess.
|Hey its me again, Ledzepp89. sorry for all the spelling errors in my story i was so tired.by the way my email is down so any comments try and catch me on bIronMaiden666b. and my g/f becki cant be reached. shes all tied up right now. ( literaly shes tied to a chair next to me.Pink shirt, black miniskirt, and pantyhose, i stole her shoes again. her hands r tied behind her and her upper arms r tied to the chair. her stocking feet are tied at the ankles, knees and thighs with rope and shes cleve gagged with a bandanna with pantyhose for stuffing) she came by to get all the stockings and pantyhose she forgot the other night and we couldnt resist for her to be tied again. she says mmmmpppphhhhhh!!!!!|
|hey all dose anyone have any stories bout girls tieing up guys in girls cloths like mabey cheerleading outfits and pantyhose or something cos that would be awsome. and by the way ledzepp89 i loved ur story.|
|To Nicholas H|
Well, I am not really lucky about it...
She is very good in Japanese fighting and it hurts!!!
I still got some little bruises.
BUT I STILL LOVE HER!
|Hey laura have have a way of self-bondage for your wrists.First take the end of the rope and make a loop big enough so your hands can slide in then put your wrists in the loop in front of you then wrapp your wrists until there is at least a foot and a half of rope dangling then slide your wrists out.Make sure that you are gagged and your feet are tied if you want them to be.After slide one wrist in the loop behind your back then the other one.Now your wrists should be tied palm to palm behind your back and there should be a little space in between your wrists.Then take the rope that is dangling and try to toss it so the rope is completly around the bonds in the middle of your wrists.Then get a hold of te last of the rope then pull really tightly that shoud cinch in between your wrists now they are tightly bound together then try and tie the very last of the rope to your wrist bonda if you cant then make sure you have some rope dangling from your ankle bonds then lay on your stomach and lift your ankles near your wrists then take the end of the rope from your wrist bonds and the end of your ankle bons then tie them together really tightly and take duct tape or packing tape and tape the hogtie knot up.Now you should be in a hogtie.If you want to escape then be sure to have a knife or scissors lying nearby.|
|im 15 female and the other people in this
story are chelsea: 15, jamie-lee: 15 (j-l), suzanne: 15, claire: 15, dean:
13, Jon: 16, jake: 16 my boyfriend
ok now the boring bit is over lets get to the story:
on wednesday the 26th october i had a party at my house with the girls obove no boys aloud now me and jake wen where alone do use bondage but not many people no about his love for this only me jon and dean his best mates. so he and the others where pretty annoyed that they wasnt invited escepaly since we had loads of alchole, by about 9 o clock i was paraletically drunk i couldnt even talk or stand at one point for the record i drunkl a whole bottle of vodka and whine with loads of other drinks i aint a light wait
so i was so drunk i didnt no who i was and the others aprt from chelsea where tipsy chelsea wasnt drun at all so she was loking after me and then there was a knock on the door and it was the boys so chelsea nswerd and told them to go away but they begged to come in for 1 drink but chelsea refussed that and shut tthe door i started to eat and after 30 minuets soberd up enought to speak and stand and make a bit of sense, then there was another kock on the door so mea nd chelsea answeerd, they could imediatly tell i was drunk and started laughin and sayin i was ratarsed and a pisshead so i slammed hte door on them and carried on with the pary (without drinking any more i may add)
at about 10 o clock we heard a loud bang up staires so chlesea went to see wot it was and since we was busy partying we didnt really notice wen she didnt come back after about 10 minuets i noticed and went up to find her. i opended my bedroom door still stumbeling a bit and found chelsea hog tied in the middle of my room with handcuffs, but she wasnt gagged i went to ask her what happend when i felt a hand over my outh i mmmphhed and struglled but being so drunk i was easily over powerd and had my hands cuffed behing my back then dean walked in front of me and i could amke out jon and jakes laugh. i then heard chelsea say ok now you have her can i go and jon happily get chelsea go "now if you tell any one what where doing up hear i hope youno us 3 boys can easily over power a few drunk girls" said jon and chelsea nodded and asked "what shall i tell the others?" jon replied "just tell them that shes having a lye down and dosnt want to be desterbed cause she has a head ach" i mmmpphed as loud as i could trying to get my outh free to find out what was going on.
Chelsea left the room with me and the boys jake un hand gagged me and asked me if i was going to co operate of if they was going to have to false me i dint replie and tried to run for the door mistake jon grabbed me strate away "ok hard way" he said they pushed me on to my bed while jake went threw my draws (he knew there was bondage stuff in their like ball gags, tape, hand cufs, chains and rope)he took evrything out and un handcuffed me but imediatly lifted both my arms and cuffed them to the top of my bed i was un gagged but i didnt scream because i knew that jake would never hurt me and that i was probably going to have fun anyway. he then tied my legd to the bottem leaving me spread easgled on the bed he then took a ball gag and gagged me tighly he then took out a strap and rapped it around me and took out a litlle buton and pressed it which gave a small shock they all repeted ths over and over giggling
Dean then decied to mention that i was the only girl he had never beat in a submission wrestling match ( i can take a lot of pain and am a bit of a tom boy) then jon added that maybe the match should take place with my hands tied behind
to be continued
Great story cant wait to read the next part.
|Don't Trust Sister|
|This story is about a time my sister tied
me. My sister's name is Stacey. My friends know her and think she's sorta
hot. Anyway, the story. On last Halloween (in 2005) my sister came into
my room and asked if I wanted to be tied up for 20 dollars. I said sure.
She asked if I minded if she had some friends over to help. Again, I said
sure. She paid me the 20 bucks and went in her room to get her stuff ready
and then outside to get her friends. Her friends that came were Mindy and
Chelsea. They're both kinda hot. They said for me to go do something and
then they would come and tie me up. I went to watch TV and 5 minutes later
they came in and wrestled me to the ground and hog-tied me with duct tape.
I told them it hurt, but they said, don't worry we'll get you out soon.
Then they told me of their tricky plan. As it was Halloween, they wanted
to go trick-or-treating. They wanted to go as 2 prom couples, but since
they only had 3 people could not do that. I was the completion of their
group. I was really angry, but then remembered I was getting 20 bucks out
of it and was okay. They didn't want me to be a boy in one of the couples,
but a girl. I okayed it with them that I wouldn't struggle, so they untied
me and sat me on my sister's bed. Then they made me take off my clothes.
First, the put some panties on me. Then not 1 bra, but 4. Why? I don't
know. The bras were kinda tight, but I wasn't caring anymore. They then
did my makeup. Some mascara, eyeshadow, lipgloss, and something else. Then
they put a wig on and tied it in a ponytail. Then they showed me two dresses
I had to pick from. One was a blue dress with no shoulders or sleeves.
The other was a green dress with both shoulders and gloves that went with
it. I picked the green one. They helped me put it on. It fit. Then they
got out some shoes for me to again pick from. One pair had a pointy toe
with almost no heel. The other had about a 6 inch heel, but no pointy toe,
so I picked that one. They then put those on for me. Then they looked at
me and said that something was missing. Breasts! they cried. They took
4 socks out of my sister's drawer and unzipped the dress so they could
put 2 socks in each bra cup. They then zipped up the dress and then said
I actually looked like a girl. I looked in the mirror and thought the same
thing. The girls all had to get ready now. My sister, Stacey, was the other
girl in the couples. She had the blue dress and the pointy toed shoes on
and looked great. Mindy and Chelsea then put on suits and taped their breasts
down so it looked like they didn't have any. Then they put their hair in
a bun so they would look more like a man. Again, they were being nice and
let me pick which "date" was mine. I chose Mindy. By the time we were ready
it was only 2 pm and trick-or-treating didn't start for another hour. So
they just talked to me about how it was like to be a girl. It actually
wasn't that bad. Then we left for trick-or-treating. No one noticed that
I was a boy, which was good. I got a lot of candy and 20 bucks out of the
whole thing, so I was happy, sorta. Until we got home, my parents were
home, and too soon. They weren't supposed to be back until the next morning.
Then we saw a note on the mail box. Just stopped in to drop stuff off.
We went to dinner and a movie. So we decided to get on the side of the
house and hid in the bushes. It took about 2 minutes and then they left
and we went inside. They got the makeup off for me. They then told me they
had stolen my clothes and hidden them. I had to find them, or stay in this
dress. They said they had locked my bedroom door also. I ran (well, not
really since it's hard to run in 6-inch heels) around the house looking
for them. I found them, took the dress off and put my normal clothes back
I wasn't really mad about the experience, but acted like it. I got revenge the very next day.
(And since I have time, I'll come right back and post it.)
|Revenge on Sister and Friends|
|This is how I got revenge, even though I
really didn't want or need it, on my sister and her friends from the previous
The next day we had off from school for some
sorta waiver day. I don't know what it means, but we got to miss school
and that's always good. Both my parents had to work and my sister had her
two friends, Mindy and Chelsea, over again. I decided I was going to tie
them up. I waited near the bathroom and for them to come. I had plenty
of saran wrap, duct tape, and ropes avaiable. Chelsea came up first. I
lassoed her and took her to my room. I wrapped her up with the saran wrap
and then the duct tape over that. She then told me she would just call
for help telling her friends that Stacey's punk moronic brother tied her
up. I took the duct tape and put a piece on her mouth. She couldn't move
or talk. I stood her up in my closet. And just in time. Stacey was coming
upstairs calling, Chelsea did you fall in. I took Stacey into my room and
tied her feet together and her hands behind her back and then tied both
of those together, making a hog-tie. I shoved her in my toy chest, but
took the doors off. She yelled to Chelsea. But I put a piece of duct tape
over her mouth to make her be quiet. Stacey and Chelsea both moaned. I
left to wait for Mindy, the hottest of the three. She came up. I took her
to my room, told her to sit down on the computer chair in there. I taped
her legs together and her arms to the arm rests on the chair. I then gaggd
her. I also put earplugs in her ears. Then I blindfolded and gagged her.
She could only smell. I put a rope above and below her breasts, making
them pop out. I then poked them a bit. Then I finished taping her to the
chair. I then took the earplugs out and the blindfold off. She glared at
me. I took Stacey out of the toy chest and Chelsea out of the closet. I
put Stacey on the floor and Chelsea on the bed. I had them MMPH when they
wanted to speak. They talked it out and said they were sorry for the day
before and would just ask next time. I said ok, if I do one thing. They
let me. I taped Stacey on Chelsea and Chelsea-Stacey on Mindy. I had them
all tied on that chair. I cut the tape binding them all together. I untaped
Chelsea who punched me in the arm. I untied Stacey who just rolled her
eyes. Then I untaped Mindy who punched me in the gut.
I'll have that story soon enough.
|Comments on either story are welcome.|
|isint the drinking age in the UK 18?|
|The Kidnapping of Clanci|
|Last summer I was acting at the local theatre,
and there met a girl named Clanci. She was very attractive, stylish, and
fun. We didn't talk much at first, but soon she as well as the other girls
realized that I was a much more experienced actor than them. I personally
gave them some lessons on acting and it made the show much better. When
it was all over, Clanci gave me her email and we parted. I didn't hear
from for a while, not until school started. I knew she liked acting but
education was not something she was in to. She finally emailed me, asking
for help with her upcoming state testing. Last time, she got Ds on it all
and did not wish to do so again. I helped her as much as I could, and she
got mostly Bs and one A this time. She said she would like me to come over
to her house sometime and discuss what she could do to repay me for all
the help I gave her. I was quite glad, and agreed to meet at her house
the following week.
Finally the day came, and we met at her house. We talked for a while, then got down to business. She said she would enjoy playing a kidnapping game with me, and that I could do so this weekend. I agreed, and promised I would not hurt her or take advantage of her while she was my "captive."
I had a full week to get ready, and set to work. I stocked up on tie-up gear, and got ready for Friday. Her parents would be out, leaving her home alone, and I convinced my parents to let me come over to her house that weekend. All worked out perfectly, and finally the day came. I simply walked to her house, as it was only a couple blocks away, carrying a duffle bag full of my gear. She had a nice, spacious house-her parents were well-off, and the house had plenty of room for my plan. I snuck to the back of the house, and hid out near the back porch. I readied the gag and bonds, and waited.
After about half an hour of waiting, I heard someone stirring inside. And there she was, approaching the glass door. She was wearing tight jeans with a belt, and a pretty redish tank-top thing. (lol) She walked out onto the porch, looking very pretty. She stared out into the yard, as if expecting me.
At that moment I jumped onto the porch, handgagging her. I picked her up(she wasn't that strong) and carried her into the house. She knew it was me, but fought and struggled as if it was real. Her acting skills had come in handy for this.
Soon she was hopelessly overpowered, and collapsed to the ground, pretending to be unconcsious. I smiled and grabbed my duffle bag. I locked the screen door, and I could see that Clanci had made sure that all other doors were locked and blinds closed. I picked her up and carried her upstairs to her room. I closed the door. Her room was large, with a big bed and lots of room. I opened up the duffle bag and set to work.
First, I gagged her with a thick layer of scarfs, with duct tape over them to secure it. I bound her legs tight with duct tape. Then I pulled out more scarfs and tied her hands in front of her, securing the scarfs with duct tape. I then sat back, thinking of how I could bind her further. Then I got an idea. Her belt was strong, and very tight, almost as tight as the bonds I already had on her. I took her bound wrists and slipped them through the front of her belt. Then I took some duct tape and tied her hands to the belt as well. I layed her back on the bed, and then got another idea. There was a medium-sized cage for some pet she had had in the past sitting in her room, empty and clean. It was the portable kind with solid plastic walls and ceiling, with only the "gate" made of metal. I took a bunch of cushions from the bed, and layered them in there, so that it would not hurt her. Then I picked her up, her still acting unconcious, and stuffed her in and closed the door. Then I told her to wake up.
"Ok," I said, "if you don't like this, I want you to struggle like crazy."
I peered inside. A smile was on her face, and she did not struggle at all.
I grinned with delight, and told her to try and escape. She struggled, but could barely move at all in her predicament. She mmmhhhpped very quietly, as her gag was very tight.
"So," I said, "now you are mine! My own private captive. Shall I keep you, my dear, as a sort of pet, or hold you for ransom? I will go downstairs and think about this over some food."
I closed the door and went downstairs. I raided a couple Lunchables from the fridge, and ate my fill. Then I came back upstairs.
There was no sign at all that she had tried to escape, or if she did she failed.
"I have decided to keep you as a my little "assistant," my dear. But you must remain in there for a while."
I kept her like that for a while, with much delight, and finally let her out. I told her she could go to the bathroom, but then back to business. I untied her hands and gag only, and let her into the bathroom.
After a couple minutes she came out, and I tied her up securely the same way I had before. But this time, I took her down to the couch.
I suggested watching a movie, and we watched a movie (it wasn't that good,) but I didn't care. I held her on my lap the whole time.
Her "kidnapping" continued like this for about 7 hours, and I finally let her go in the morning.
"Did you have fun?" I asked Clanci.
"A lot!" She said, laughing. "You are quite the kidnapper. I don't think I'd want to do it to you, but you can do it to me whenever you want."
We said our goodbyes, and I gathered up my gear and left. I got home hours before my parents arrived, and they did not know at all what had gone on.
As I said earlier, I did this for pure fun, not sexual reasons. I'm not that kind of guy, who would take advantage of a girl when she's completely helpless. Although, holding her in my lap was fun. :)
|How do I get someone to tie me up and gag me?|
|To Miss Ankle|
|Can you tell me which site she posted the
I'm a male teenager and I know I've been interested in this sort of thing for quite some time. I was just wondering if anyone had some advice about how to propose tie-up games when hanging out with friends without it seeming just plain weird. I'm sure others have had this problem. I'm not gay, but getting tied is still getting tied. It was quite easier when I was younger, but these days, with the obscene social expectations and ever-prevalent 'gay scare', it's become quite difficult. Thanks.
I also have some stories that I may or may not share at a later date.
i really loved your stories they where great. if you have anymore please post.
|captured for the weekend..|
|Helllo again, well heres the story...sorry
it took so long to post!
Ok, so it was last summer, when my parents
went on a short vacation. My sister, at the time, was down in Maryland
I guess at the time i was pretty trustworthy, so i was aloud to stay home for the whollllle weekend. Ah, i was so excited, especially since Zack lived down the street from me.
The 'rents said they had talked to Zacks
mom, and she would make sure Zack was back home befor dark.
He knocked on the door about an hour after my parents left, pretending to be an electricion (spelling). i know, i know, at the age of 15...but it was for the game.
I let him in going along with how none of the lights in my bedroom were working, and i had no idea why. I showed him to my room, and he walked in behind me and locked the door.
"What are you doi-mmmmmpphg"
he a small cloth in my mouth and quickly
pushed me stomach first onto the bed. he brought my hands behind my back
and held them there for a little while, i guess thinking of what to do..?
i spit the cloth out, since he didnt tape my mouth shut yet and tried to
scream, but he quickly put the cloth back IN my mouth and applied about
three strips of tape over it.
he leaned over me and shut the window shade, and then turned mye over so i was laying on the bed.
it snot like i really had any where to go,
nor did i want to, so i just lay still "realizing struggling would only
make the process harder"
ohh sorry its so short!! but i gotta go!....ah, sorry, ill post the rest as soon a si POSSIBLY can, and dont worry, it actually gets interesting, i promise!!
I have some more stories that I will post soon.
|hi. Here is my advise
Girl frend (or boy frend... this is your
Guy frends (like what u were talking about):
Maby let us know how it goes... if you want.
|hey tieuptight i loved ur stories keep posting and if anyone else has any stories of girls tieing guys in girls clothing i would love to hear em.|
|just a suggestion|
|kathy i suggest you dont drink at your age|
|Can't wait to hear the rest Laura!|
|Hey! These site contains photos of movies and series of men tied in a clean way. No porno for those who want to check it.|
|Anyone live in Indiana?|
|i can drink wen i want it was a party anyway
no 1 hear can tell me they aint got pissed below their legal age
|In my last story, you'll remember that I
tied up my sister, Stacey, and her friends, Mindy and Chelsea. They decided
they were going to get me back. My parents were gone one Saturday and told
Stacey not to have anyone over. But she did anyway. I told her that I would
tell that she did, so she decided to make it so I wouldn't. Mindy and Chelsea
came over of course. I was watching TV when they came in and tackled me
onto the floor. I tried to get away, but knew I couldn't, since it was
3 against 1. I stopped. They cuffed my hands and tied my ankles so I wouldn't
go anywhere. They told me they were going to dress me up like a girl (again)
so I wouldn't tell about Stacey having them over. They said they had to
go get everything ready so they pulled me into a tight hogtie and gagged
me with duct tape. They were gone for 5-10 minutes and then unhogtied me,
but still left my handcuffs on and my ankles tied, they then ungagged me
and blindfolded me instead. Mindy and Chelsea helped me up the stairs.
I was then uncuffed and untied, but still blindfolded. They said they were
going to start putting some clothes on me. I just said ok whatever. They
put a top and a bottom. Then they had me step into something that came
up all the way and zipped in the back. After that they layed me on the
bed and unblindfolded. They way I was postioned I still couldn't see what
I was wearing. Then Mindy and Stacey left the room. Probably to get more
ropes and tape. Chelsea did my makeup and added the wig in a very similar
way to the Halloween story. Chelsea added sock breasts and then helped
me stand up just as Mindy and Stacey returned. They had some tape, ropes,
and saran wrap. I was finally able to see what I was wearing. They had
put panties and a bra on. The thing that they had me step into was a REALLY
TIGHT latex dress. This dress went down to the middle of my knees and ankles.
It was so tight I couldn't step more than about 8 inches. It was an orange
dress, BTW. Then they wrapped me with saran wrap and over that duct tape
and left me that way for about 3 hours and let me go.
I'll have more stories soon.
|Bound and loving it|
|Hey guys and girls im back with another
round of stories...
This one happened just yesterday so i'm gonna type it today while its still fresh in memory.
I was hanging out with my friends Kristine and Rose, both blonde and skinny just like me. Kristine had on a tanktop jeans and socks, and Rose had a t-shirt pants and barefoot like me.
We were all hanging out and watching tv and a scene came up of a girl around our age tied up and tape gagged. Kristine then blushed.
"Say, that'd be fun." She said
I felt so relieved that I wasn't the only person who enjoyed being bound and gagged.
Soon after we decided to tie each other up. We flipped the house upside down getting ropes, socks, cloths, bandannas and duct tape. I was up first.
Kristine and Rose laid me stomach down on the bed. Kristine bound my bare ankles and wrists while Rose stuffed a sock in my mouth and wrapped it with duct tape. Then quickly blindfolded me with a bandanna.
Soon I was helpless and forced into a hog tie. Soon they duct taped my big toes together litterally leaving me helpless.
Next was Kristine, she was soon bound to a chair with rope and her socks were quickly removed. Her mouth was stuffed with her socks and cloth and duct tape covered. She was blindfoled as well.
Then we heard it...my mom was coming up the stairs. She quickly opened the door and heard her laugh.
"Oops, sorry I was interupting your tie up
game." she said
Within minutes, Rose was hogtied, gagged with duct tape and socks, and blindfolded.
We all were bound and gagged for a whopping 5 hours and loved every minute of it. Soon all our barefeet were bound together. It was awesome.
My personal thoughts: It was awesome. I loved mpphhing into my gag. Feeling helpless. Being bound was freaking the best too. Especially having our barefeet bound together. That was the best part.
Well that was my story.
|SELF BONDAGE COMING OUT|
|I HAVE BEEN INTO SELF BONDAGE FOR A LONG TIME AND AM GETTING BORED. THIS WEEKEND MY PARENTS WILL BE LEAVING FOR A WEEK. I WILL BE HERE WITH MY YOUNGER 17 YEAR OLD SISTER. I HAVE BEEN AGGRAVATING HER. GETTING HER READY FOR REVENGE. SATURDAY WHEN SHE RETURNS HOME FROM BEING OUT WITH HER FRIENDS SHE WILL FIND ME "ACCIDENTLY" CHAINED AND NAKED AND UNABLE TO ESCAPE. I HOPE TO BE AT HER MERCY AS HER BONDAGE SLAVE FOR A LONG TIME TO COME. I WILL LET YOU KNOW HOW IT TURNS OUT.|
I moved stealthily east, through the garden and around the barn but there was no sign of our prisoner. The dim light wasn't helping. I stopped to listen: a sepulchral silence involved the farm. My watch already displayed that eight minutes had elapsed. It was time to return.
Only I was flabbergasted to see, when I entered the basement, Adam securely tied to the chair with duct tape, hands taped to his lap and gagged! Judging by the drops of sweat, he had been engaged in a frantic struggle. Adam started mppphing when he saw me. I made sure it wasn't a trap before getting closer (always learn from your mistakes) and then I removed the tape over his mouth, say, not so kindly.
“AAHHoouch! Damn, Nick.”
He saw us, panicked, and jumped on the floor. Phil went for a run; he knew
nobody could catch him because he was probably the fastest. Well, nobody
else but me. In a millisecond, the nervous impulse reached my legs and,
since there was favorable wind, I swiftly accelerated to a steady speed.
It was a spacious clear field, and I carried my arms on my sides swinging
back and forth like I had done in competitions. Phil was just a few meters
ahead. He was younger and weaker: I would not lose him. However, as I was
close enough that my fingers touched his arms, it struck my foot – I almost
fell. The wound on my sole from earlier on the creek opened and bled. I
had long forgotten about it and the excruciating pain made me stop. Sitting
on the floor, I could see my prey get away. I had lost him.
“What the hell you think you were doing?” I said once the pursue was over
and had him well tied down. Phil, on his knees, didn't respond.
We helped Phil on his feet and, instead of heading to the house, we marched
him through the woods, where - argh - the mosquitoes started haunting me
again. After a short stroll, we found a nice tree and pushed Phil standing
against it. We tied his hands around the trunk, and the legs together at
feet and knees likewise lashed to the tree. A torn cloth was used on his
forehead and around the trunk to hinder the mobility on his head.
Once again in the basement I took care of my foot. We removed our prisoner's
gag in order to refill his bladder, but, clever boy, he refused emphatically.
Arrogant as always, Phil then said,
We had one 40 Spanish cards set: 10 cards of 4 different suits. The suits
were cups (=hearts), coins (=diamonds), swords (=spades) and clubs. It
ranges from 4 (the lowest),5,6,7(club and sword),10,11,12,1(coin and cup),2,3,7
of coins, 7 of swords, 1 of clubs and 1 of swords(the highest value). I
mixed them very thoroughly and handed them to Adrian .
It was the 1 of swords.
What did I do to Phil, now that he was my unwitting captive for five full hours? Just ask and I'll continue…
|@ JD little Correction...|
Hey! These site contains photos of movies
and series of men tied in a clean way. No porno for those who want to check
The Correction is ,that this Site is a Boy Bondage Site.For Boys who get Bound ,Tied or Wrapped.All Pics are from series or Films on TV.
There are Pictures:
Also are the Hand over Mouth,Hardware Conflict (gun),gaged, and much other Categorys.The are a tonns of good bound Pics.The Next Update is about the 9th of December.Also there is a visitor´s Corner with much Pics.(Also all from TV).
The are also Monthly Changing Videos.Some
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The Age Range is from Boy´s around 6 years to 25 Years old.
I follow the Group now about some Month and the Pics and Videos´s are really good.So I think it´s worth to get a look.....
|I don´t get what you´re telling me, yo. whre did i forgot the @?|
|Srry Jester i dint see all the messege in the first time. Forget the @messege i sent you|
|Jester Forget my last messege i just sent you minutes ago|
|Great story, continue plz...|
|To Chris: Self Bondage|
|Why waste your time with self bondage when
it is so much more fun witha partner. Besides. self bondage can be risky
if you find yourself unable to escape.
ASK YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO HELP. In fact, that is how I got started many moons ago. A guy who was a little shy asked me about bondage. It took him a long time to get around to it. We were both teenagers then. I told him that I would tie him up only if he would return the favor. His eyes got like saucers.
We left after school and went to a private place. He brought the ropes. I tied and gagged him. He loved it. Then he did the same to me and I loved it and have been a fan ever since. He loved being handgagged as well as do I.
If you look, you will find a partner. If you really get into self bondage, leave yourself an out. Have a safety partner and make sure someone will be around in due time to come to the rescue in the event that you do get stuck.
A technique that you may want to try is to tie ropes, scarves ot ties to a beach chair leaving loops open to place your hands. Tie your feet securely to the bottom of the chair, gag yourself and then place your hands in the loops and pull tight. Even if you let up, you will be tied securely. Leave a little play in at least one of the ties so you can break loose unless you have a spotter or are expectly someone to come home in a reasonable amount of time.
Self bondage is risky and as I said, it is much more fun with a partner. Something special about being tied and gagged by someone and a lot safer. Just be sure it is someone you can trust.
When I was a teenager, my older brother tied
and gagged me and left me in the attic for hours. Even when my parents
came home, they had no idea where I was and despite all the mmmpphhing,
they could not hear my screams for help. Only big brother let me loose
when he was good and ready.
Bondage is fun
i really liked that one. i enjoy the parts where they put makeup on you if you have more of thoes please post them. and if anyone else has those kind of stories i would like it if you also posted them.
Please continue with the rest of the story cant wait to read the rest. Please post soon.
|I think there's one more makeup story and
it's a sorta long one. I'll probably have to do that one in 2 or 3 parts.
My sister and I are twins and I grew my hair out when I was 12, so we looked really much the same. I'll have that story next.
|wonderful story, please continue!|
|captured for the weekend two|
|sorry it took a little while to get the
second part up...btw, Nick H. great story!!!
well, ill copy paste the first part of the
story...for easier reading i guess
Ok, so it was last summer, when my parents
went on a short vacation. My sister, at the time, was down in Maryland
I guess at the time i was pretty trustworthy, so i was aloud to stay home for the whollllle weekend. Ah, i was so excited, especially since Zack lived down the street from me.
The 'rents said they had talked to Zacks
mom, and she would make sure Zack was back home befor dark.
He knocked on the door about an hour after my parents left, pretending to be an electricion (spelling). i know, i know, at the age of 15...but it was for the game.
I let him in going along with how none of the lights in my bedroom were working, and i had no idea why. I showed him to my room, and he walked in behind me and locked the door.
"What are you doi-mmmmmpphg"
he a small cloth in my mouth and quickly
pushed me stomach first onto the bed. he brought my hands behind my back
and held them there for a little while, i guess thinking of what to do..?
i spit the cloth out, since he didnt tape my mouth shut yet and tried to
scream, but he quickly put the cloth back IN my mouth and applied about
three strips of tape over it.
he leaned over me and shut the window shade, and then turned mye over so i was laying on the bed.
it snot like i really had any where to go,
nor did i want to, so i just lay still "realizing struggling would only
make the process harder"
ok, thats the first....now to continue..
he kept my arms infront of my, and wrapped
what seemed like a million layers of tape around my wrists. he took a long
piece of rope out of his bag. he tied one end around my wrists, tightly
over the tape already binding them, then strung the rest above me to the
bed frame. I have one of those beds that has like...a canopy thing, so
the bed frame goes up to the cieling and over me 'n' such. he tied the
rope tightly above me, so i could barely swing my arms back and forth.
he smiled and said "Hello, Darling"
he secured my legs to the bottem of the bed frame, with the same idea. bound with tape, tied over with the rope.
we made the rules awhile back that if either of us had to go to the bathroom or eat or drink or anything, we simply catch eachothers attention and then close our eyes for a few seconds, untill the other person removed the gag.
now i didnt need any of those things at the moment, but just letting you know!
i started to struggle wildly, knowing it would not help at all, but it was one of the best parts. He couldnt help but to smile, but quickly turned it into an evil laugh
after a few hours of him pretending to write a ransom, faking phone calls to his evil friends to try and figure out what they could do to me, i finally got thirsty. So, like i said, i just got his attention and closed my eyes.
he removed tha gag and asked what a helpless damsel could possibly want, to simply hear the response of "water, please sir"
ha, we loved roll playing
he grinned, and asked if i wanted ice, or
even a straw, obviously entering back into reality. As he walked down the
hall to the kitchen, i yelled after him that this might be the best one
we've ever done.
since it was getting dark, he would soon have to return home. He re-applied the gag, kissed my forhead, and walked towards the door. He said he would be back in the morning. I screamed through the cloth and the tape, how could he leave me like that OVER NIGHT!?
he walked out the door, leaving me struggling and screaming as loud as the gag would permit. I think i heard him laugh, because he entered again about 10 seconds after he left. "Do you really think i would leave you like this? Do you really kno me that little? calmmm down hun, i have to go home so my mom doesnt spazz out and come over here herself, and then come back once she dozes off. She worked all day today Laura, so i'll be back in about an hour. Dont go anywhere!"
with that said, he kissed my forehead again, and was off.
i knew i was in for along weekend, so i tried to sleep best i could.
I woke up, i guess and hour later, when Zack opened my bedroom door.
"You are so lucky my boss is out of town, because he would be here within one hour to take you somewhere NO ONE would be able to find you..not even me! And iv started to become somewhat fond of you, and i wouldnt be half as cruel as he will be when he gets his hands on you!"
Now, i know i should have looked/sounded scared out of my mind...but i had to laugh.
I mean, we were 14...the though was just hilarious of HIM kidnapping me.
Anyway, he walked over, kissed my forehead YET again, since my lips were temporarily (spelling) out of service.
He said it was about midnight, and he was sorry he was so late. But i had slept the entire time, thinking it was just an hour, so i wasnt too upset.
he untied the rope from the bedroom, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me out to the living room. We both thought he saw my neighbor (whom will be introduced later) peaking out of his window into ours, but wwe wernt 100% sure, we closed the blinds anyway.
He taped me to one of my kitchen chairs, and asked me ridiculous questions about where i hid some object of great importance...my guess is he got the questions from various movies. the last question he could ask without cracking a smile was if i would like to see my boyfriend in the same place, and that i surely would if i didnt give up the information.
Obviously, that wouldnt happen, since HE infact WAS my boyfriend.
It was around 2 o'clocke and both of us were getting tired, so he un did the bonds from the chair, very painful actually, i dont think he ever used to much tape.
he very lightly tied my wrists infront of me, and my ankles, and helped me onto one of the couches where i would probably be spending the night. He covered me with a blanket, removed the gag, and kissed me goodnight. He layed down on the couch opposite of me, i guess to "keep an eye on his captive"
we awoke the next mornng very early, he still had to get home befor his mother woke up. He tied me to the bed in the same position the day before; arms above me and everything.
he said he would be back after breakfast
and whatnot, and was off.
I woke up to the sound of my front door opening, and heard more than one set of feet enter my house.
i thought i was hearing things, and that it could only be Zacks feet. The door to my room opened, and there stood Dominic.
Dominic was our age, and also the neighbor
we saw watching us. He used to tie me up when we were little, and get a
real kick out of it. I wouldnt call it an obbsession, but he started to
reallllly like me, once even locked me in his room.
Well, there he stood, with two if his beyond creepy friends in my doorway, with me helplessly tied to my own bed.
he told them to wait out in the living room, and he shut the door behind him. I started to scream as loud as i possibly could, and tried to break free of the bonds. This simply gave him more pleasure, as his grin became and ear-to-ear smile. he sat down on the bed beside me and said hed waited a long time for this, and would savor the moment.
he started to rub and grip, i guess...carres?
my thighs, since i was in shoort shorts. I closed my eyes and prayed for
Zacks return as Dominic played with my hair, and moved further and further
up my leg.
ohhh looks like you guys are gonna hafta
figure out what happened a little later....remember, this is one of my
FAVORITE experiences, so im most likely going to draw it out as long as
i can without getting annoying....so, stay tuned!!