Comments from the people - Late January 1998:

The page was reduced 13th January 1998.

Tue Jan 13 17:43:45 Hora estándar de México 1998

Loved your posting Canuck!
Please tell us in detail how did Sophie get even.
Did she tie you up? Did she gag you?
Thanks

Exacta

Fri Jan 16 00:17:12 1998

Well the last time i sent somethin was like a week ago, but I thought that this site is really cool so I decided to send some more stuff about my bondage experiences. I got many stories to say but I'll send them gradually through time. Today I will be sayin this:
I was like 16 when it happened. There was this girl back in high school who was considered by all to be the most beautiful chick of all the girls. Her name was Julie. She was17, blonde and had the most beautiful body any girl can ever have. Anyway I somehow met her and we started to get closer through time. IT reached a point that we would talk to each other on the phone for hours (and no we weren't even goin out). Anyway one day she told me that her parents are goin out for the whole night and comin back home the next afternoon and she asked me to come over. So was there at ten when she opened the door. I couldn't believe my eyes, she was in her underwear. I go like you look good and she thanked me. Then she told me that she brought a movie for us to watch. It was BOUND, the one with Gina Gershon and Jennifer Tilly. Anyway we started watchin and halfway through the movie we were already makin out. After the watchin the part where the girls get tied up and gagged I got the idea that I wanted to do the same to Julie. So I asked her if she had any tape. She asked why . I said cause I felt like kidnapping her and tying her up as a hostage like the girls in the movie. She said OK but said that gotta catch her first and then she ran. I let hide and then went to get the tape. I starting lookin for her then . I forgot to say that I took my shoes off earlier and was in my sox hich made me quiter than her. The house was all dark (we switched the lights off before the movie). I lied down for a while and noticed her movin in the dark. I quickly went from behind her and clamped my hand over her mouth. She started to squirm under the hand gag. I said " Julie, your mine". WE went to her room, I turned the lights on. I threw on the bed a

sean
shade45@hotmail.com

Fri Jan 16 23:27:05 Est 1998

Anyone got any childhood/teenhood experiences of when they tied someone up? Or maybe of when they were tied up or gagged by a girlfriend/sister/babysitter?
I posted some of my experiences, and I intend to post the others soon, but how about others?

Canuck

Sat Jan 17 22:08:38 UTC 1998

Let me relate to you a recent experience with my wife, Karen, who is in her early thirties and has always enjoyed being tied up.

She had gone out for the evening with her friends so I planned a surprise for her return. I spread out a duvet in the garage and ran the heater to warm it up a bit. I disabled the security light to make it dark outside the front of the house and waited in the undergrowth.

A little while later a car drew up (her friend's) and she got out. While funbling for her keys at the darkened door, I came up behind her and said; "Karen, this is a stick up, put your hands behind your back". She complied and I quickly wrapped a loop around her wrists. Then I marched her through the dark into the garage where she saw what she was in for. Instructing her to remove her coat and shoes I made her lie down on her front on the duvet. She was wearing a dark blouse, short skirt and stockings. She started to struggle at this point, but I wrestled her to the ground and re-tied her wrists, more securely this time. I then tied her wrists to her waist and ran a loop between her legs up to her bound wrists (I know from past experience that she can't escape from this). Then I tied her ankles together and watched her struggle. She asked what I wanted and I said she had been kidnapped. I then left her alone in the garage while I went to check the coast was clear. I peeped into the garage for the next five minutes and watched her struggle. She could neither free her wrists nor reach her ankles, but it was great to watch her try. I then returned and said it was time to go.

Slinging her struggling body over my shoulder I carried her into the house. The fact that she was potentially in full view of the neighbours clealy gave her a thrill. Once inside I 'called to demand a ransom', gave her a drink (with a straw of course) and grabbed the rest of my equipment. Once she had had her drink I said I had to go and fetch the ransom now and that I would have to tie her

Lendrax
None Please

Sat Jan 17 22:33:28 UTC 1998

Once she had had her drink I said I had to go and fetch the ransom now and that I would have to tie her more securely. She looked at me a bit oddly given that she had still not managed to escape from my original ropes. I took an extra rope and tied her wrists to her ankles in a reasonable hogtie. She looked at me wide eyed as I cut off a strip of tape and pressed it over her mouth to mmpphhs of protest. I then bade her farewell to 'check the ransom', but actually proceeded to watch her struggle. By the way, I do this because she tries much harder to get free when she thinks I'm not there and might actually escape.

She struggled furiously, rolling this way and that, but could not get free. A string of plaintive noises then emerged from under her gag and afer a while I returned to her. she looked magnificent, clothes dishevelled, hair touselled and eyes wide. I gravely informed her that the ransom had not been paid and that it would be the worse for her. Still bound, I carried her upstairs......

lendrax
None Please

Sat Jan 17 21:39:02 CST 1998

Canuck, you asked and you shall receive. By the way, if alex will share the much sought after slumber party story and John2 will divulge another babysitter story, I will gladly recount the time my older sister (Ann) tied up and gagged my younger sister (Jenny), and how Jenny subsequently enlisted my help in giving the same treatment to Ann. But those stories will have to wait. Note: For those of you that do not like girls tie up boy stories, skip this posting.
To set the conditions for this story, refer back to a posting in the Nov-Dec97 group concerning my younger sister Jenny and our cousin Kim. An attempt by them to restrain me backfired and resulted in both of them being tied up and gagged. It was the next day that the tables were turned. Mid-morning, my parents left with my aunt to visit another relative, leaving me alone with Ann, Jenny and Kim. My aunt has a large house that had three stories, if you included the basement. Ann and I were reading down in the den in the basement when I heard Jenny call out my name from upstairs. "Can you come up here for a second?"

JCL

Sat Jan 17 21:39:53 CST 1998

I replied that I was busy reading and could she come down here. I should have known from the tone of her voice that something was up - but I was too engrossed in my reading to notice. She called out a few more times, but then gave up after I would not budge. It was a few minutes later that she and Kim bounded down the stairs holding something behind their backs. "We've got something neat to show you, but you have to close you eyes." Kim said. I told them to show me, refusing to shut my eyes. They pleaded and insisted that I play along with their charade. After much prodding from them and my sister Ann, I agreed and shut my eyes. After the usual "no peaking" comments and checks for compliance, I suddenly found myself set upon by both girls. They wrestled me down on the couch and attempted to pull my arms behind me. Surprised by the attack, I fought back and was able to keep the girls at bay. It was the next moment that I knew that I was in trouble. Jenny looked over and pleaded "Ann, help us." I don't think Ann knew what was going on, but if it was a battle of the genders, she knew which side she was on. With Ann's help, they were able to pin my arms behind my back while Kim tied a rope tightly around my wrists. I struggled against the rope but it didn't take long to realize the girls were not going to make the same mistake twice (see earlier posting).

JCL (cont'd)

Sat Jan 17 21:40:37 CST 1998

With me relatively helpless sitting there on the couch, Jenny explained to Ann what was occurring. As I tried to explain that they started it, Kim, who had unknowingly made her way around behind me, suddenly pulled a folded white handkerchief tightly over my mouth, knotting it securely behind my neck. I was so surprised by the quickness of this attack that I sat there stunned. The girls forced me to my feet and with Ann's blessing, marched me upstairs to the top floor and Kim's room. I was seated on a chair near a desk in the room and my ankles were tied together. Kim then tied my knees together and wrapped a longer rope around my torso numerous times. It was a thorough job. I did manage to push the handkerchief down off of my mouth but before I could say more than a few words Kim had stuffed another handkerchief in my mouth. With Jenny's help, Kim pulled the first handkerchief back over my mouth and tied it incredibly tight. I really felt helpless. This was one of the few times in my childhood that I felt that I could not escape or yell for help. Kim had tied the gag so tightly that I could not slip it off. I just sat there and looked at them. Convinced of their success, they proceeded to play in the room until Kim decided to add a blindfold. They left me like that for at least an hour. I couldn't see, move, or say anything. Ann did check in on me once, only to exclaim that she liked me better that way. I felt pretty submissive by the time I was released. Jenny and Kim warned me in their playful way to not try anything or expect a repeat performance. I did anyway. But that is fodder for another day.

JCL (cont'd)

Mon Jan 19 11:36:21 Est 1998

Sorry about not posting for a while... I live in Montreal and it has been crazy lately... Anyway, I see that some requested another story about my babysitter... Sure! Just want to add that JCL, Alex and all others who post stories that I hope you'll keep posting some more... can't wait to read about your experiences.


So... this story was also when I was 12... and it was a hot summer day. My mom was talking on the phone and I guess she got bad news (can't remember what it was) and she went to the backyard and asked Julie, my gorgeous neighbor (see previous post), if she could watch over me while she was gone. Julie accepted and immediately came over. I waited for my mom to leave and then I hid myself in the basement. There was some sort of storage room under the stairs leading to the basement and it was quite dark so I was really well hidden. Julie called my name... I did not answer. She called again and again but still no answer. Finally, she started looking for me.

John2

Mon Jan 19 11:51:24 Est 1998

She went upstairs and took what seemed like forever before finally coming down the stairs to the basement. She passed right before me and did not see me, nor did she think of looking in the storage room, and I realized that she was wearing a gorgeous black bikini. I quickly came out from my hiding place and put my hand over her mouth while I restrained her arms with the other. She was very surprised and started to struggle and mmmpppfff like crazy, which was turning me on. I said "Struggle while you can but the chloroform will eventually get the upper hand". As I said that she realized what was going on and she started to struggle less and less until she faked passing out.

Unfortunately, she did not bring any rope this time (see previous post) and I did not have much to tie her up with, or so I thought. I left my captive on the ground and went to search for rope. What I found was even better, my mom being a nurse, I had loads of surgical tape in the house. I took a roll and came back to my victim. She was still playing unconscious, awaiting her fate with anticipation.

John2

Mon Jan 19 11:58:21 Est 1998

I started by tying her hands criss crossed in her back with the white tape. I wound it around her wrists until they were both completely covered with tape. Then, I tied her ankles together and her knees. I was about to tie her elbows when she told me not to because she had just hurt one of them and I decided to be nice to her and forgot about it. I then took out a scarf that I had taken with me along with the tape and stuffed it in her mouth. I then covered her mouth with a strap of tape and just stood there to enjoy my work. Something was missing... the untied elbows really bugged me but I decided to resolve my problem otherwise.

I went into the garage where I thought there was rope and after a long search finally found some. I came back to my captive and tied the rope around her wrists and ankles, efficiently hogtying her. I then watched her struggle in her bonds and even said that I was going to go for a swim in our pool just to make her struggle a bit more (did I mention it was very hot that day).

After a brief swim, I came back, untied the rope keeping her in a hogtie and took out a chair. She sat down on it and I taped her wrists to a bar in the back of the chair and tied her ankles to another bar under the chair. I then watched her struggle some more and untied her after about an hour.

John2

Mon Jan 19 12:06:19 Est 1998

So that was my story... hope you enjoyed it... I wanted to add that I really love all your stories so keep posting... One thing I learned the hard way is that my stories are pretty dull to me... and I guess its the same for everyone.

Bob, great site... Thank you so much... I just love this... You're the greatest... you're my hero... I love you man!

Might have gotten carried away there but you get the idea... keep it up!

John2

Tue Jan 20 12:14:59 EST 1998

Hmmm...People don't post very frequently around here. Oh, well. Gotta save some for later I guess.
On April Fools day, one year when I was in high school, we decided that a fun prank would be to duct tape someone to the wall. Lo and behold, a gorgeous sophomore VOLUNTEERED! She was about 5-4, long dark brown hair, physically fantastic in every way. Sadly, we did not have enough tape to do the job properly. (i.e.-- feet off the ground.) However, we securely taped her arms to wall, above and below her breasts. We taped her wrists to the wall individually, then taped her legs together. We had just enough tape left for the finishing touch--a six inch strip to cover her mouth. We left her like that for about a half an hour before she was finally able to get some of the tape off the wall. Once that happened, the rest came off easily. Damn and blast that we didn't have another roll of tape!

Jake

Tue Jan 20 15:02:27 MST 1998

I guess it's time for another contribution.

The Traveler was North of the Border on a rather cold winter's day. It was late, there wasn't much to do downtown, and the little restaurant near the hotel which had looked so promising earlier was closed that evening. Upon returning to the hotel, the Traveler discovered that the fine dining restaurant of the hotel was also closed that evening. Clearly, Monday night in winter in Northern Alberta was the wrong time to be visiting.

Having no other choice, as he detested the thought of eating alone in his room, he entered the more casual restaurant, where he discovered that he had the place more or less to himself. The server was a young woman with shortish dirty-blonde hair, a pleasant face with stunning blue-grey eyes and a decent figure. She was wearing a white shirt, apron, black skirt ending two or three inches above the knee, dark grey pantyhose and black walking shoes. While standing waiting for something to do she appeared extremely bored. As he was also bored he decided to see if he could get her to play some games with him.

As she was placing the salad on the table he asked if she would be interested in a wager. Specifically, she would be wagering upon her ability to perform a certain mental function. If she succeeded he would leave a US twenty dollar bill on the table when he left. If not, she would have to randomly choose something on her person to lose until he paid his bill and left. She, seeing a way to alleviate the boredom and maybe win some cash, eagerly accepted. He laid out her task and gave her until she served the entree to try to accomplish it. As she had no other customers and soup would follow the salad, this was ample time. (Continued)

The Traveler

Tue Jan 20 15:04:16 MST 1998

At the specified time he determined that she had not met the challenge. He explained to her what needed to have been done and then asked her to pick one of several slips of paper that he held in his hand. She selected her slip and found that she had lost her shoes. She excused herself to the kitchen and returned a moment later unshod with the observation that her boss thought this was strange, but would allow her to work sans shoes. He then offered her a double or nothing challenge. If she won she'd get her shoes back, if not she'd also lose her hose. She accepted, and within minutes had lost the second challenge too. Again, she disappeared into the kitchen, but re-emerged a minute later to say her boss wouldn't let her work barefoot. Seems he thought that would violate the health code.

The Traveler then suggested that she pay when she got a break, but added that if she did that, an additional penalty would be assessed. She agreed and named a time for him to return to collect the debt. She was then permitted to recover her shoes. He finished his meal, left and then returned at the agreed upon hour. He then told her she would have a choice regarding her additional penalty. After surrendering her shoes and pantyhose for the next twenty minutes she could either accompany him barefoot on a walk through the hotel and adjoining (enclosed) skywalks, or she could spend the time seated in one place, but bound hand and foot. To sway her decision he stated that if she chose the latter option, and could free herself, he would pay the original twenty US dollar stake.

She opted to spend her time bound hand and foot. They walked to a more secluded area of the hotel hallway. She kicked off her shoes en route leaving them lying about in the hall, then ducked around a corner to remove her pantyhose. Apparently she was surprised by a co-worker while doing so as the Traveler heard her say she was OK and just paying off a bet. She reappeared barefoot, her hose lying on the floor behind her with

The Traveler

Tue Jan 20 15:05:22 MST 1998

...no one else in sight.

He then led her to an armchair by the wall, where he instructed her to kneel on the seat facing the back of the chair and with her chest leaning against the chair back. After she complied he asked her to put her hands behind her back. Taking a thin plastic cable tie he bound her thumbs together side by side. Next, he maneuvered her right leg so that her right ankle was behind her left knee with her right foot along the outside of her left knee.(In this way, her right leg was at right angles to her left.) He then bent her left foot up as close to her back and as extended as possible so that he could slip her bound hands over her left foot. When he released the pressure her left leg was trapped behind her bound hands and in turn the left foot kept her hands in place while her right foot remained trapped behind her left knee. She was completely unable to move. She looked quite fetching, being fully dressed save for her bare legs and feet and contorted into something of a human pretzel. Heightening the effect was the public, albeit currently deserted nature of the location where she was bound.

After a few moments she complained of sharp pain in her thumbs (probably due to the pressure on a very thin almost wirelike cable tie) so he released her and substituted a tie whereby she sat lotus style and each thumb was attached to the great toe on its same side, again using the small cable ties. This was a much easier tie to escape, but that was OK. After several minutes of struggle she succeeded in freeing herself. As she walked barefoot back to the restraurant with the Traveler she recovered her hose and shoes and carried them to the restaurant entrance. At the entrance he thanked her for playing and handed her a US twenty dollar bill as he had promised for an escape. She then returned to work while the Traveler resumed the rest of his life.

As an aside, this is one of four occassions when I have successfully used this thumb tie to immobilize a woman. I

The Traveler

Tue Jan 20 15:08:37 MST 1998

...It does, however, tend to be painful,(at least if one uses thin cable ties or cord to bind the thumbs, while thicker ones are easy to escape from) and as such IMO is not suitable for prolonged use. It does, however, serve its purpose of general immobilization with minimal resources admirably. The exception is with an unusually limber woman (as in the case of a fifth unsuccessful attempt). If she can bring her leg as close to her back and can extend her foot as far as one can push it, she can easily free her legs from this tie and unless the thumb tie is tight (almost painfully so) she may quickly free her hands as well. (END)

The Traveler

Tue Jan 20 17:38:51 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Bob, I agree this is a great site. I have a suggestion inspired by a recent Due South episode. In your directions at the top could you suggest that a story could be told from the viewpoint of as many participants as possible. The differences could be VERY interesting.

BV

Wed Jan 21 09:32:09 Pacific Standard Time 1998

on the note about "different viewpoints": i would think that might be difficult since most of us are kind of private about this. i know i wouldnt want to ask a girl i had tied up to tell me or other people about it. there are other pages where people can write fictional stories that would seem to be what the poster is interested in. if anyone can really do that kind of true story, though, tht would be great.

Thu Jan 22 03:11:09 1998

I've been reading this page for a while now, and I think it's about time I contributed something. I've a number of stories to choose from, but perhaps the most applicable (considering the current emphasis on babysitters) happened when I was about 12. My mum and dad went out a lot when I was young, and for their own reasons they employed a string of babysitters over the years. They never really settled on a single choice. One of the last babysitters I ever had was this really beautiful 16 or 17 year old named Sherry. When I say beauitiful I mean in a real "street wise" kind of way. She almost always wore leather jackets and jeans, and her hair was always cut short, but even underneath all that she had an unbelievable sexy allure. Even at 12 years of age I was attracted to her - so i took no end of enjoyment when we used to clown around and play fight. Quite often our play fights would turn into mock wrestling matches. And being the skinny, gawky kid I was, she would always end up straddling me, with er weight pinning my arms to the floor. One night I told her it wasn't fair that she always won. After all, she was bigger and older than me. She laughed at me and said evem with one arm she could whip my ass. And then, without thinking, I said: "What about none?". I swear, straight away, this gleam came into Sherry's eyes, and she told me to get something to tie her up with. I jumped up and ran into my bedroom - already excited. I had recently discovered that the sight of a bound woman was truly alluring for me, so I wasn't about to let an oppurtunity like this pass up. I grabbed two bathrobe belts and rushed back out to Sherry. She turned around and I preceeded to tie her hands at the small of her back, but not too tightly, since I didn't want this game to end just because I was too eager. When I was finished, Sherry twisted a bit and then told me I better tie them tighter if I didn't want her to get loose. So I did as she asked. After my second attempt she seemed satisfied, and with a laugh

Ash

Thu Jan 22 03:31:19 1998

she told me it was clobbering time. Our little wrestling match began . . . but this time things were slightly in my favour. After a couple of minutes of laughing, struggling and heavy breathing, I finally managed to pin Sherry down. Now I was sitting astride HER and we were both laughing uncontrollably. I told her, betwen giggles, that she deserved some kind of punishment for losing. She agreed, so I removed the second bathrobe belt from the pocket of my shorts and began binding her ankles tighlty together over the cuffs of her jeans. Sherry struggled good naturedly, but in the end submitted to the binding. "So now what?" she said when I was finished and she had managed to pull herself into a sitting position. I could see she was experimenting with her bonds, but she didin't seem to be getting very far. Nontheless, I wasn't quite content yet. "I don't think you should be allowed to talk for starters," I said as I charged off to my parent's bedroom. I heard her call out things like: no way, you're not going to gag me ... are you? as I rummaged though my parent's drawers. When I came back I held two of my dad's handkercheifs and two of my mum's thick winter scarves. I sat down behind Sherry and amid her increasingly loud (but somehow unforceful) protests, I gagged her. I balled up the two handkercheifs and stuffed them into Sherry's mouth - instantly silencing her. Then, before she could force them out with her tounge, I pulled one scarf in between her lips, effectively cleave gagging her. While she was busy working on the constricting gag and trying to communicate muffled mmmmphhss to me, I proceeded to blindfolded her with the other scarf. My part in proceedings done, I sat back and watched Sherry struggle against her bonds. I'm happy to say she didn't get very far (that wasn't my firrst experience in binding a member of the opposite sex), as about the only thing she did effectively was grunt and groan and mmmpph her way though about 20 captive minutes. When I eventually did untie her,

Ash (con)

Thu Jan 22 03:55:55 1998

ahe didn't ssem at all upset. We just packed everything up, and pretty soon, Sherry told me I had better get to bed. There were no promises of revenge (although it did occur) - everything just returned to normal. and that's it. I hope that wasn't too long, and that's the kind of experience everybody wants to hear about. Please let me know one way or the other.

Ash (con)

Wed Jan 21 16:38:05 PST 1998

(continued)
"A couple of girls did this to you?" he said, then he and Peter broke into more braying laughter. I never felt so embarrassed in my life. Keith stopped laughing long enough to mockingly vow vengeance for me.

Just when I thought they were going to untie me, Keith instead gestured for Peter to follow him as he stormed into the laundry room, where I heard cries, pleadings, and moans of "Oh no!" from the girls. Apparently, the girls had ran in there to hide when they heard Keith had unexpectedly returned. George, being the smart little fellow that he was, had switched sides and told his older brother what went down so he could be spared what
came next.

Donna and Shirley were hauled out of the laundry room by Keith and Peter. Keith made a grand show at asking the girls if they had tied me up.

"Yes," Donna said defiantly. Both she and Shirley couldn't hide their big smiles. "We kidnapped him for a ransom. So what are you going to do about it?"

Keith's answer to that was simple. He turned towards the utility closet, where he got the remaining bits and pieces of clothesline. Then I watched in amazement as the older boys proceeded to bind Donna's and Shirley's hands behind their backs.

I should mention that the sofa in the rec room was one of these large, L-shaped designs that sat in a corner. Donna was made to lay down next to me, where Keith tied her feet together at the ankles --then bound them to her hands in a hog-tie fashion. Shirley laid on the other side of the sofa, where she was also hog-tied by Peter.

Donna and I laid facing each other--our faces were pressed against the cushions--and by this time, I had a big smile of my own. "How does it feel?" I asked.

Doug

Wed Jan 21 16:42:56 PST 1998

(continued)
In spite of herself, Donna started giggling. "Don't you dare say anything!"

"He won't," Keith said, as he pulled my gag up over my mouth again.

"Hey!" I cried through the gag (I had dropped all pretense that it actually worked). "What are you doing?"

Keith explained that I deserved to remain tied for letting a couple of girls get the better of me. He took my blindfold and used it to cleave gag Donna, while George helpfully got another handkerchief from the laundry room for Peter to gag Shirley with.

Keith went around to Shirley, Donna, and me to check our bonds. Once Keith was satisfied that the girls and I weren't going anywhere, he ushered Peter and George out, then turned off the rec room lights and shut the door behind him. As I glanced around the darkened rec room with Donna and Shirley writhing against their bonds, I realized that for the first time that day, I really felt as if I had been kidnapped.

After a while, Keith returned to the basement rec room. "Mom's home," he casually announced. He freed me, then untied Donna and Shirley.

As we later walked up the basement steps, Donna grabbed my arm. "Don't tell my mom anything about this," she whispered into my ear.

I had no problems with that. I was actually afraid that either Keith or George was going to tell my aunt about what happened. But nobody said a word about our little escapade in the rec room. I savored the memories as we all settled back into the normal course of events for the rest of that day. Yet little did I know then that while this may have been my first experience with real life bondage, it certainly wasn't my last. My next experience would occur later that very same week. But that's another story for another time.

Doug

Doug

Wed Jan 21 16:38:25 CST 1998

Ash, Doug, outstanding tales. It is wonderful to hear from other contributers. Well spun stories too I might add. Please contribute again soon!

JCL

Wed Jan 21 16:46:56 CST 1998

Ash, by the way, I think the more descriptive the story the better. Longer stories are better in my humble opinion. I've now got four more experiences written offline. I'll throw one in now to keep the ball moving.

The following occurred when I was a wee lad of 14, my older sister Ann was 16 and Jenny must have been 11. It started as any other ordinary day after school.

My mother had, as usual, left us alone to our own devices. The girls were off doing something I was unaware of and I was in my room reading or working on a model. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door from the bathroom that I shared with Ann. It was Ann and she asked me to come into her room, as she needed some help. She didn't explain what, but she seemed in a hurry. I followed her into her room and to my surprise, Jenny is seated on Ann's desk chair all tied up and gagged. I don't know what happened nor do I remember finding out later why this occurred. Ann said something about not being able to keep Jenny quiet enough and wondered if I might have any ideas. "Any ideas?" I thought. "Boy do I have the ideas". Ann said that she had tried stuffing a handkerchief in Jenny's mouth and had tried a cleave gag but was having only limited success. This was one of those times that I knew required an effective gag as Jenny seemed to be fighting every attempt to restrain her. Ann walked over to Jenny and clamped her hand over her mouth while I surveyed the situation. Jenny currently was cleave-gagged with a handkerchief. There was not enough material in her mouth to prevent her screams so I knew I was going to have to stuff something in her mouth.

JCL

Wed Jan 21 16:51:55 CST 1998

I also needed something to keep it in. Under my direction, Ann removed the cleave gag, wadded the cloth together and stuffed it into Jenny's mouth. She pulled another handkerchief over the packing and tied it tightly behind Jenny's head. That seemed to muffle the shrill screams for help, but I needed something to quiet the loud "mmmppphhs" she still emitted. I finally ran down to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen towel (the thin cloth type) and returned. Handing it to Ann, I told her to tie it tightly over her mouth. That seemed to do the job as Jenny began to quiet down and give in. Ann had done a good job tying Jenny up. Her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles were tied together and then to a chair leg. Ann had also used a long rope to pin Jenny's arms to her sides by wrapping it around her torso. That rope looked particularly tight as Jenny appeared to bulge out from under it even though Jenny was not overweight by any standard. Jenny just glared at Ann as she could hardly move under the taut ropes. I stood there for a moment before leaving and pondered what would happen if I tried to tie up and gag Ann. I would have had a hard time getting that kind of advantage over her without some element of surprise. I finally ruled out that possibility and left the girls to their game - whatever it was. As it turned out, that was my best choice, as Jenny did not see me as the instigator in this ruse. She later employed me to turn the tables on Ann. That will be my next story.

JCL (Cont'd)

Wed Jan 21 21:27:39 Est 1998


Doug, Ash, JCL, and everybody else... Great stories... Keep them coming! And Alex, I'm waiting for that slumber party story that you promised...

I might have another story soon... but not yet, I barely had time to read the new ones posted... and they were great! Anyway...

Take care all of you!

John2

Thu Jan 22 09:27:48 CST 1998

Ok guys (and gals), I'm going to post everything I've got. This may be the extent of my experiences - I'd have to check back and make sure. I won't have access for a while, so I thought I would just empty the trough for now, so to speak. Best wishes to all.

JCL

Thu Jan 22 09:31:01 CST 1998

It was a day or two later that Jenny decided to extract her revenge. Mom was gone again and Ann was upstairs studying quietly. Jenny called me down to her room and laid out her plan to me. Ann was not afraid of Jenny as she was much younger and therefore would not be cautious about coming down to her room. I was to hide behind the door with rope and gag, and grab her as she entered. Jenny figured (correctly) that we would be too much for Ann in a combined attack. She had gathered some rope (a lot of rope I remember) and a couple of handkerchiefs. As I waited impatiently behind the door, Jenny fetched Ann. As a side note, I never did turn down a chance to tie up either sister, but Ann was my favorite. She was older, more developed and was quite attractive with long blonde hair. I am still very close with both of my sisters but have always thought that Ann looked much better mewing behind a tight gag. However, as Ann was older, I rarely was able to place her in such a predicament. I figured the present was as good as any time to go for it. I heard the girls coming down the hallway - Jenny was first. As Ann passed by the door I grabbed one arm and pulled it behind her. I clamped my other hand over her mouth. Jenny quickly responded by grabbing her other arm and pulling it also behind her back. Ann was clearly surprised. We wrestled her to the bed pinning her on her stomach. As I held her arms, Jenny tied her wrists together. At this point, I had removed my hand from her mouth, so Ann began to yell for help (somewhat less earnestly than would be ordinarily expected). Of course, this was not of much benefit in a house in which only the kidnappers can hear you, but she continued anyway. I remember Jenny telling me to gag Ann - as if I needed prompting. As she opened her mouth to emit another yell, I stuffed in a handkerchief. This seemed to quiet things a bit. Once the packing was in, Ann just seemed to go along with things - either she realized that she would ha

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:31:37 CST 1998

Once the packing was in, Ann just seemed to go along with things - either she realized that she would have no choice or she didn't really mind. Come to think of it, Ann acted that way each time I tied her up. She would fight you as you tied her up, but she would never resist being gagged. Maybe she expected it. Anyway, as I pulled the other handkerchief up to her mouth, Ann closed her mouth around the packing and more or less let me tie the handkerchief so it tightly covered her mouth. She stayed quiet after that. Meanwhile, Jenny had taken some more rope and had bound Ann's ankles and knees. As we stepped back to survey our progress, Ann began to squirm on the bed, making mmmppphh noises under the gag. Finally, Jenny pulled her up into a seated position on the side of the bed. I didn’t realize what she was doing at first, but Jenny pulled out the long rope that Ann had used on her earlier and began to wind it around her arms and body. Ann looked up at me, helplessly, almost pleading with me with her eyes from over the tight white gag to get Jenny to lay off. I didn't intervene. Jenny kept winding the rope around her, pulling it taut after each loop. Ann seemed to let out a slight mmmppphh after each tightening. Finally tying the rope off, she stepped back to admire her work. It was stunning. Ann looked the most helpless that she ever did - her ropes were quite secure and her tight gag was pulled so snugly over her mouth. I asked Jenny if she anything else planned for Ann, but she answered negatively as she left the room to watch TV in the den. I stayed with Ann for a few more minutes, asking her if she was in any pain.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:32:43 CST 1998

She shook her head "No". I told her I would make sure Jenny released her soon as I followed Jenny to the den. Jenny and I must have watched at least 30 minutes of TV when I got up and told her that I was going to release Ann. When I got to the room, Ann was almost as we left her, except she had lain down on the bed. I slowly, untied her; the rope around her body first, then the ankles and the knees. I wanted to enjoy the look on her tightly gagged face as long as possible. I finally untied the gag, before releasing her hands. I think her first comments were something like, "Now I know what it's like to be kidnapped." I apologizingly said that I thought Jenny went ballistic with the ropes. Ann replied, "Yea, but that gag was awfully tight too." Unfortunately, that seemed to end that series of escapades. I had hoped that I would be next in line for the treatment. As it turned out, I would have better luck (both ways) with Jenny and her neighborhood friend Chris - but that is another story.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:33:26 CST 1998

My little sister's friend Chris was about a year older than she was. She lived in a house down the street and would often come over to play after school (in fact a little too often if my mother had any say in it). She was quite attractive (and only about a year younger than I was) with light brown curly hair and dark brown eyes that could look right through you. She was always a lot of fun but her mom was a real pain in the …(well you know where). Anyway, Chris and Jenny were both fans of the Nancy Drew mystery novels and would often trade so they could read each one. As a side note, from reading some of the entries on this page and others, I get this strong feeling that I wasn't the only guy that read them too. I have to admit that I was only interested in the books that had Nancy or one of her friends getting tied up though. I guess I got my start between those books and Saturday morning cartoons. Well, Chris and Jenny liked to pretend at times that they were a pair of girl sleuths like in the stories. Most of the time they would do this off on their own - attempting to create a mystery out of nothing. Occasionally, I would help set up a mystery for them or play along. There were I believe three times that this led to somebody getting tied up - once with both of them, once with just Chris, and once with Chris and then me. I'll recount the time that just Chris got it for now - the other stories will have to wait.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:33:51 CST 1998

It was one of those days that the house was empty and I was left alone with Jenny. Chris dropped by and they decided to play their sleuth game again. The girls asked me to set something up, but aware of my opportunity, I suggested that they try to pattern it after an actual Nancy Drew story. I acted as if I was grabbing one at random, but purposefully reached for (I am not going to remember the actual title) "The Case of the Tapping Heels". I knew this book contained a part where Nancy was tied up and gagged and was trying to communicate her position by tapping her heels on the wall or something. They agreed, not yet knowing the title that I had chosen. I suggested that Chris be Nancy this time (it always seemed that the resident of the house in which the game was played got the best part). After a little discussion, it was decided. Now I don't remember how we got to that part of the book, as I was way to interested in the ending to notice, but we somehow got to the part where Nancy is investigating and is kidnapped. The girls were reading a little while I scampered around collecting my kidnapper's tools. I was waiting downstairs when Chris finally emerged from Jenny's room and started searching for clues. As she was making her way into the den, I grabbed her from behind and clamped my hand over her mouth. She must have read ahead as she seemed to fully expect this. To my delight, she played along, mmmppphhing and pretending to try and get away. I said something like "Nancy Drew, you've snooped in the wrong place this time."

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:34:31 CST 1998

That comment seemed to she really began to play along. I "dragged" her into the downstairs bedroom and put her on the bed. I shut the door and turned to find her sitting up with her wrists crossed behind her back. Ah, a willing victim! I pulled out some rope that I had stashed and tied her hands securely together. I used another rope to tie her ankles together. At this point I didn’t want to seem to eager, as I was not sure how much she would hold me to the exact story in the book. I finally decided to add one more long rope wrapped many times around her body. That seemed to do the trick and she seemed quite content with the progress, acting as if she was a poor damsel in distress in the clutches of some evil villain. I won't forget that she did break character for a second to tell me that I needed to gag her as Nancy is not able to talk in that particular scene. As this was the first time for me to tie up Chris, I did want to scare her by stuffing something in her mouth. I simply took a white handkerchief, folded it, and walked around behind her. Chris closed her lips and held her head back to allow me to position the gag over her mouth, just under her nose. I pulled the handkerchief snugly over her mouth and, after several tries, was able to tie it very tightly in the nape of her neck. The gag was quite snug and her cheeks bulged out from over the white cloth. She didn't seem to mind and went back to being Nancy captured by the villain. I, of course, enjoyed this tremendously and couldn't help but sit there and watch.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:35:00 CST 1998

After a bit of struggling, I went out to look for Jenny. The villain does not get caught at this point, so I had to hide before she came down. Chris was still struggling on the bed, so I dragged her on to the floor so she could tap on the wall. With all that struggling, her gag had slipped down a bit, so I pulled it back up under her nose. I had a hard time leaving her like that - those big brown eyes looking out from over a tight white gag. As this was the first time that I tied up someone from outside the family, the enjoyment was more thorough. As I left the room, she watched me, struggling and mmmpphhhing the whole time. Jenny found her a few minutes later and freed her. As I said, there were two other times that I can remember where our little adventures ended in somebody getting tied up.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:35:27 CST 1998

The time I managed to tie both Chris and Jenny up was under a similar situation as the previous story. The girls were home playing and I believe that my mom and Ann were out shopping. The girls asked me to set up another mystery for them to solve. This time I suggested that we not work with any preconceived plans. I was to be the bad guy and was going to steal a "valuable jewel" (one of my mom's pieces of costume jewelry) from a museum. The girls were going to find the jewel via clues that I would leave for them. These clues consisted of rhymes which when solved, gave some hint to where the jewel was hidden. I also got the girls to agree that my room as the master criminal's hideout and they weren't allowed to search in there no matter what happened. I promised to hide the jewel some other place in the house. I really didn't have any devious plan for them both when I set this up, but I knew I always had to be ready for opportunities. Well, as the game progressed, the girls got closer and closer to the location of the jewel through figuring out the clues. I believe it was at this point that I started getting some ideas. From my "hideout" I could peek out the door and see the jewel's hiding place. Somehow during the search, the girls decided to split up, with Chris combing through the upstairs. I could see her scouring the area near the jewel and decided to make my move.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:35:48 CST 1998

Creeping up on her from behind, I grabbed her arms with one hand and clamped the other over her mouth. She fought for a second, then realizing that this was part of the game, played along. I dragged her into my hideout and kicked the door shut. Temporarily releasing her, I told her that she had gotten too close to the whereabouts of the jewel and she was being kidnapped. I coaxed her onto my desk chair and pulled her arms behind her back. With one piece of rope I tied her hands behind the chair back and then fastened the rope to the chair. Now I admit, I didn't get a long enough view of Chris the previous time, so I decided to gag her as quick as possible the next time I had the chance. This was it. I took a white handkerchief and pushed it into her mouth. I think this surprised her as: (1) I don't think she was expecting me to gag her yet and (2) She looked at me questioningly as I did it as if she didn't expect something stuffed in her mouth. I didn't hesitate though, tying another handkerchief quickly and snugly over her mouth. I may have mentioned earlier that I thought at the time that Chris was pretty exceptional looking and I couldn't resist the idea of her watching me tie her up with those big dark eyes from over a tight white gag. I used another piece of rope to tie her ankles together and then to a chair leg. Chris must have been little unsure of this, as she seemed concerned at not being able to free herself or talk.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:36:13 CST 1998

I must admit that it certainly added to my excitement watching her struggle, realizing that she was quite helpless. I used one more rope, wrapping it around her body, tying her to the chair. My desk in that house was somewhat isolated from the rest of my room. It was positioned in such a way as to not be visible from the door, or the majority of my room. From where Chris was tied up and gagged, someone could have walked halfway into my room before noticing her. With a little noise from my stereo, no one would know what I had stored in my room. Before long there was a knock on my door - of course it was Jenny. I immediately notified her of our rule about the criminal's hideout but opened the door slightly anyway. Jenny was inquiring about the whereabouts of her friend. I have to admit that it was pretty exciting telling her I hadn't seen her, when I had Chris bound and gagged not more than 10 feet away from me around a corner. The stereo music must have done the trick as Jenny continued her search for Chris elsewhere. I waited a few minutes, watching Chris struggle (playfully I think) and mmmppphhh. I knew this couldn’t last for long, so I reasoned that I either had to let Jenny in on what happened, or kidnap her too. I decided on the latter. Quickly I scribbled on a note that if Jenny wanted to see her friend again alive, she would have to sit in a certain chair in the den and close her eyes. I left the note out for her to find and in no time, Jenny was waiting in the chair. At first she didn’t want to play along, but I told her that if she ever wanted to solve the case, she would need to comply.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:36:41 CST 1998

I took a piece of black cloth and blindfolded her with it. I then explained to her that as there were two of them and one of me, I would need to tie her hands to protect myself from a counterattack (I told you I was good at pushing the right buttons - although it didn't work this time). She reluctantly allowed me and I tied her wrists together behind her back. Slowly leading her up the stairs, I escorted her into my room. With the stereo still playing and Chris struggling quietly in her chair, I positioned Jenny in front of Chris and removed her blindfold. You should have seen the surprised look on her face when she saw her friend all trussed up and gagged. She started to protest, so I stuffed a handkerchief from a pocket into her mouth and tied another tightly covering it. Pushing her down on the bed, I bound her ankles together and even attached a rope from her ankles to her wrists, pulling her into a loose hog-tie. This was a sight of sights - both girls struggling but unable to free themselves; both sets of eyes watching me pleadingly from over the tight gags. I retrieved the jewel, set it on the bed next to Jenny and teased them about the bad guy winning this time. They both struggled for while, but the rope and gags held. After a few more minutes I released the hog-tie and left the room to see if they could escape. Five minutes later I returned to find them trying, but still both bound and gagged. A little more loosening and a little more time did the trick. They threatened to get me back, but it wasn't until at least a few months later that they did. Of course, I managed to give Chris the treatment one final time first.

JCL (cont'd)

Thu Jan 22 09:37:02 CST 1998

Bob, Sorry for being such a hog. I hope I didn't use too much space. I'll check in with ya'all sometime in the future. Best Wishes!

JCL

Thu Jan 22 09:48:54 Hora estándar de México 1998

I have several bondage experiences that i will tell you from time to time. I love this page, all the stories are awsome! I was 16 and in high school when I saw my friend Cesar bind a girl called Alejandra in a lab practice we had. Cesar found a rope that had been used in another experiment before, she grabbed Alejandras hands, put them behind her back and he began tying them up. At first, Alejandra did not complain, until she realized she could not get free. She had a scarf on her head, and Cesar used it to blindfold her with it. Everybody in the classroom enjoyed the joke Cesar had played on Alejandra, especcialy Paulina (Cesar's girlfriend) and Vanesa the most incredible looking girl in the room. They both thought it was really funny to see their friend tied up and they begun turning her around to get her dizzy.The scarf that blinded Alejandra was not too tight and she managed to slide it all the way down to her neck. The bell rang and it was time to go back to uor classroom. Paulina and Vanesa wisperedto each other and told Alejandra " Don't think you are going to be saved by the bell from this ". As soon as Alejandra was going to say something, Paulina lifted the scarf from Alejandras neck to her mouth while Vanesa tightended it from behind. They both draged Alejandra to our class room and many people from other classes saw her bound and gagged. It was a bit embarassing for her but it was a hell of a treat for me!
I'm sorry for my mis spelling, english is not my first language ( I'm Mexican ).
Thanks and keep posting! I sure will. :)

Exacta

Thu Jan 22 13:04:57 EST 1998

alex story; cont. from jan. 7 post.......as i opened the door of my sisters room, i was a little surprised that eileen had not freed herself from the loose bonds that i had previosly tied her with. i had done this because she was the first to be bound, ( with mary lee obseving)and i was afraid of scaring off my new "victim".eileen was laying on her stomach, with her face toward the wall, where i couldn't see it.i noticed that her ankles were still tied. i also noticed that a pillow was placed on top of her bound wrists, to conceal them. i wondered what that was all about."let me see your face", i barked in my best "burglar voice".eileen complied, and looked right into my eyes. the masking tape was still over her lips, but, it was quite evident thar it had been taken off and then re-applied."keep quiet, and don't make any noise, and you and your preetty blond friend might make it to your 14 th birthday",i growled.

alex

Thu Jan 22 13:16:01 EST 1998

eileen's dark brown eyes opened wide in feigned terror. "i have to go check on your friend and finish ransacking your home, lay still and be a good girl". i stepped out of the room, closed the door behind me, and counted to ten. at ten, i quickly opened the door just in time to see eileen trying to untie her ankles, the tape still over her mouth.my little sister screamed in both a surprised and laughing type of way. she knew that she was in big trouble. a brief wrestling match ensued. eileen and i had wrestled in the past many times. the more we got older the more i enjoyed it.the matches always ended exactly when i wanted them to. i would let eileen get the upper hand for a few minutes, at times.in the long run though it was a mute point. although eileen was in very good shape, she weighed 110 pounds soaking wet. i, on the other hand tipped the scales at 200, and was pretty strong from weight trainning for the various sports i participated in.(hey reader maybe you would like to hear about my athletic endevours instead of eileen and mary lee......NO, okay don't yell)....

alex

Thu Jan 22 13:29:35 EST 1998

the wrestling match ended as quickly as it started.within minutes i had my brunette 13 year old sister, hogtied with torn bedsheets. with out a doubt, this was ,by far the tightest i had ever tied eileen. i can only describe the hogtie as BRUTAL. my little sisters wrists were not only touching her ankles, but were past them pointing towards her knees.( this is one of the reasons that i always used either torn bedsheets or neckties to bind eileen. you can really bear down on them and effectively tie the victim , without cutting off circulation or ripping the skin.eileen had commented in past games on how they didn't hurt as much as rope.(i had tried rope on her in the past, but, i didn't really know how to use it properly. it's a whole different ballgame.)eileen also was tied at the knees. "eileen, do you think you can be quiet long enough for me to go get mary lee from the other room and bring her back in, i asked. "maybe", she said, "what are you going to do if i decide to scream for help". with that we both broke up laughing. "is this your first tie-up game young lady", i asked."i think you know that i will gag you as tightly as you are now tied. i will set a record on the tourque meter when i pull this cloth between your lips" "okay, okay, okay" she hurridly exclaimed, "i will keep my yap shut". i got up, opened the door, and took one last look at my 13 year old sister laying on her stomach, her wrists tie cruelly tight behind her back and anchored to her bound ankles, so tight that i could probably play her like a guitar string.her parting words were "alex, please don't leave me like this for too long. i don't know if i can take it". "if it's any concelation eileen, you will have company in a few moments, and i plan on tying mary lee just a little tighter than you."eileen just let out a low 'i give up' type of moan as i closed the door behind her. mary lee was probably ready for a new position, and i was just the guy to put her in it.

alex

Thu Jan 22 13:58:24 EST 1998

just a note from alex...... the "slumber party" story is coming soon. because these stories are all based on actual happenings i feel the need to put them in order.the story i am relating now has a way to go.i plan on posting it in its entirety, and then the slumber party will probably be next.(question for the group...is this chronological order a good thing??? i will give you good people a preview of the slumber story by naming and describing the participants...

alex

Thu Jan 22 14:15:08 EST 1998

alex ...16 year old, who likes to play tie up games with his younger sister eileen.....eileen(13 years old;long dark hair;tall for her age; long perfect legs;very smart;a willing participant in her older brothers "games",most of the time) mary lee (13 years old; blond; marcia brady look alike; a little bit of baby fat on a very nice body, but in all the right places....vivian....12 years old; just a little chubby for her age; but not by much; like mary lee, the baby fat seems to be in all the right places......joan(age 14; vivian's older sister; an absoulute knock out in the looks department; well developed for a girl her age; very popular at school with the boys because of her body, but too young and innocent to yet know what is going on in the sex department; although this might be a little extreme in my memory i can best describe joan's looks as being a very young, naive victoria principal(at least this is how i remember her)....."slumber party home invasion", coming soon...thanks alex

alex

Thu Jan 22 14:52:00 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Hi. I feel a bit funny doing this, so bear with me.

Cynthia's not my real name (and I will use no real names here). Anyway, my husband and I have been happily married for over ten years, and a bit of light bondage is one of our favorite forms of foreplay. We don't get into elaborate fantasies, or anything. He just loves looking at me tied up (and sometimes gagged), and I enjoy responding to his touch when I'm restrained.

This has always been a personal and private thing for me. It is for him, too, but he's more of a "hobbyist" than I am. He was looking around on the Web and found this page. Since we really don't play out any "fantasies" ourselves we have no stories to tell about us, and he tells me that I was the first woman he ever had the courage to ask to tie up, so he really doesn't have any stories of his own youthful exploits. After he read this page, though, he remarked to me that one or two of you had asked for a female reaction to the "tie-up" games so many of you remember from your youths. Well, as it happens, my husband knows that I do have such a story to tell, and he asked me if I'd be interested in sharing it anonymously. Even on that basis, I wasn't crazy about the idea at first, but he asked me to think it over, and I decided that, if you really want to hear it from the perspective of a girl who found herself "all tied up", I'll oblige. I'm writing this on my word processor at home (so I can change my mind if I decide to), and my husband plans to copy and post it himself. It may be a bit long, though (I like to write, once I get going); maybe he'll edit it a little. Fair warning: I won't embellish the story to make it "sexy" (if you find it so, that's up to you), but I present it for those who are interested.

My parents both came from big families, and I grew up with a lot of cousins; some lived nearby, and the ones who didn't always seemed to be trading visits with us. One summer (I was 14), while my dad was at sea, my mom t

Thu Jan 22 14:55:49 Pacific Standard Time 1998

My parents both came from big families, and I grew up with a lot of cousins; some lived nearby, and the ones who didn't always seemed to be trading visits with us. One summer (I was 14), while my dad was at sea, my mom took us kids to spend a few weeks with her sister and my uncle and cousins. My cousins and I played "kick the can" type games (which often involved the person who was "it" having to "capture" the other kids, and them sometimes being "rescued"). Sometimes, though, these games expanded into more elaborate scenarios, with teams opposing each other to hide or find things, sometimes going on for days at a time (in and around going to the beach, movies, etc.). Most of the time, my cousin Jess was responsible. Jess was a "Star Trek" guy, he played wargames (the board kind: this was back even before Atari!), and always seemed to try to organize any game or activity he was involved in (he could never stand to see my youngest brother just set up his army guys and knock them down, he always had to try and get them "in order"). Jess was my age, his sister Jenny was a year older. As the oldest in our families, we three had been the closest of any of the cousins, and I was quite used to Jess' attempting to make up elaborate rules for everything. That's probably why, this particular summer, it didn't occur to me that Jess' focus on playing games with a female cousin might be, well, shifting a bit.

The summer in question, the game was called "Spy vs. Spy". I don't remember all the rules; I just remember that we were divided into teams (4 or 5 of us on each team, ranging in age from Jenny to my youngest brother, who was six at the time), and were supposed to look for hidden "secrets", and spy on each other. Now, Jess usually made sure that the secrets were worth finding (and he wasn't allowed to do any of the finding himself). He had a million old toys, so the little kids might get to find some of those. For us older ones, it would be things like a ca

Thu Jan 22 14:57:54 Pacific Standard Time 1998

For us older ones, it would be things like a card that got you first choice of TV program to watch that night, or got you out of doing dishes or something (worth at least a little effort when you're a kid!). Since his parents regarded him and Jenny as being pretty responsible (which they were), they tolerated a houseful of kids periodically digging through closets for secrets, or having to use the den as a "jail" from time to time. We also had to "spy" on the other team, and if they discovered you, you were "captured". This usually only involved waiting in my uncle's den for a while; sometimes, though, the captives were tied up.

Thu Jan 22 14:58:45 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Now, before the summer I'm talking about, I don't remember Jess ever tying me up. Sometimes, the younger kids would get a few loops of clothesline tied around them, but not tight enough to actually restrain them (they knew it meant they had to stay still until rescued). I have no idea how I'd avoided it up to this point, but once "Spy vs Spy" got going, Jess made sure that I ran afoul of this rule. At the beginning of the week, he had made it a "boys vs girls" game (sometimes we divided by families), so Jenny and I were on the same team. Certainly, we were both getting a little old for playing games of this type with our younger cousins and siblings, but we'd been doing it for so many years, that don't I recall either of us feeling at all strange about it (though we didn't get as seriously into it as we had when we were younger). Moving past all the preliminaries, the first evening, Jess "caught" me while I was spying.

Thu Jan 22 14:59:09 Pacific Standard Time 1998

"Okay, Cyn", he said, "you're my prisoner now". He escorted me into the den. We were the only ones there at the time. At this point, I figured to sit on the sofa, put my feet up, and wait for a teammate to rescue me. Jess, though, had other ideas.
"Put your hands behind your back", he said. I was surprised, and asked him "Why?"
"You're my prisoner", he repeated, "and I have to hold you here until my team finds their next secret". He was holding a scarf in his hands.
"Jess, since when is this necessary? You didn't do that to Bobby (my younger brother)".
"Well", he said, "this is not for the younger kids" (didn't make sense to me at the time, but I can see why it did to Jess!). I don't remember the rest of the conversation; I do remember eventually resigning myself to another one of "Jess' rules", and turning around with my hands behind me. He pulled my wrists tightly together and across each other, and started tying them with the scarf. He looped them several times, and when the scarf was knotted, I tried to get loose.

Okay, here I am, having my first tie-up experience. My reaction at this point? Nothing, really. Some mild irritation, I suppose, but I think I thought I was being a "good sport", and keeping the game going for everyone's enjoyment.

Thu Jan 22 14:59:41 Pacific Standard Time 1998

I sat down on the big sofa, trying to get comfortable. Jess had other ideas, though. While I was shifting around, he pulled out another scarf, grabbed my legs, pulled them together, and tied a quick loop around my ankles. I said something like "Hey", but then let him continue (I guess I figured that this was no more or less necessary than tying my hands had been). I think tying my ankles was harder for him, and I began to squirm a bit (to see if I could "escape"). His only reaction was to work harder at subduing my legs. I think this was the point at which it dawned on me that Jess was even more intent that usual on our game, and that he was pretty serious about getting me tied up. He was getting frustrated, so I relaxed a bit to let him finish the job.

Thu Jan 22 15:00:11 Pacific Standard Time 1998

When he was done, he sat next to me on the sofa. He talked a little bit about "Spy vs Spy", but he was more fidgety than I'd ever seen him. Finally, he asked me some question about how well he had tied me up. I made some non-committal remark about being a captured spy, and he looked at me very intently. Well, I know now that he was somehow hoping that I'd tell him that I was getting "turned on" by it, and I think that, even at the time, I was beginning to sense that his interest was heading in that direction. Was I turned on? Nope. Hope that doesn't disappoint anyone unduly, but I really didn't feel anything but restrained. I wasn't especially uncomfortable, though. That came next.

Jess got up from the sofa, and said something about not wanting Jenny to come rescue me. Frankly, I figured she probably had better things to do (as I said, these games would go on in and around all our other daily activities), but didn't say so. When Jess turned around to come back to me, he had another scarf in his hand (turned out to be more than one, actually). He said he would have to "keep me quiet" so I wouldn't be found, and I'm sure you can guess what he had in mind.

Thu Jan 22 15:01:10 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Well, now I was getting a little edgy. It had become clear to me that Jess was enjoying my plight in more than a "Spy vs Spy" context. At the same time, though, I never felt remotely threatened by him. Anyway, there stood Jess with the scarves. He repeated, "I'll have to keep you quiet until your partner gets here" (again, it didn't really hit me that he was speaking as though he expected Jenny any minute). Now my reaction was more like "Wait just a darn minute". I could see that he was about to tie this scarf over my mouth (shows how much I knew!), and I let him know that I wasn't crazy about the idea. He tried to get a little pouty about the game, but he finally just said something along the lines of "C'mon, this is how they do it on TV". OK, it's "Cyn the Good Sport" time again. I said, "OK, but if Jenny isn't here in five minutes, I'm taking it off" (such confidence, eh?).

So, at this point, I sat up straight to make it easier for him. As I say, I expected him to just tie a scarf across my mouth. I opened my mouth to say something mundane (probably "I hope it's clean"), when he moved really fast. I'm not sure if he actually knew he'd have the courage to try it, but when I gave him the "opening", you might say, he seized the chance. He jammed the scarf into my mouth. And, as I said, it was more than one: he had balled up at least one other scarf inside the long one, and stuffed it into my mouth. Well, now I decided I'd had enough of being a good sport. I was more startled than uncomfortable or frightened, but I still had no desire to have this thing in my mouth. Of course, I couldn't speak clearly, and Jess wasn't looking at my face; he was bending over me, looking at the knot he was tying over my hair. The scarf was long enough that he was able to wind it around my head a second time and make it secure against easy slippage without having to make it too tight. It was tight enough, though, that shaking my head did nothing to loosen it. He

Thu Jan 22 15:02:05 Pacific Standard Time 1998

He stepped back and looked at me. He tried to say something about the game, but I think seeing me this way had him completely tongue-tied. I guess it was something he'd always fantasized about, and he was having trouble believing that it had come true.

As I say, I wasn't getting aroused by this, but I was beginning to feel a little pleased, I guess, at the fact that I was clearly exciting him. I don't think I really thought about the tying-up part; I think I just figured he found me attractive enough to want to "keep around." I'd known Jess all my life, and it was flattering to think he might find me attractive. The gag, though, was really more than I'd bargained for, and I tried to tell him so. I know that a gagged woman is supposed to say "Mpph" or some variation, but it seems to me that what I was saying came out more like "Aargh". What I was trying to say was "enough already" without hurting his feelings. That's when we heard Jenny come in the back door of the house.

Thu Jan 22 15:03:22 Pacific Standard Time 1998


Well, I see now, of course Jess had expected his big sister. I don't know how they arranged it, but Jenny knew I had been "captured", and she was coming to rescue me. Jess was still looking a bit shaky, but he wasn't quite done with me. He had more scarves hidden away, and he grabbed one, pulled my ankles around and swung me up on the couch, face down. "No", I hear you say, "this 14-year-old kid wasn't planning to put you into a hogtie?" Yup, that's just what he did. Nothing elaborate, he just tied another scarf between the ones on my wrists and ankles. There must have been almost a foot of play, so I had room to move around. The sofa was a big one, and I started squirming in earnest, but even a loose hogtie can be tough to get out of (especially if you've never tried before). In another couple of seconds, he had hidden inside a closet as Jenny came in.

Now, Jenny was older than we were, and we all regarded her as being pretty sophisticated. I was mortified at the idea that she would see me so wrapped up in this "kids' game". I was surprised, then, that she began to play along, saying in a voice of mock horror, "Oh, my God, Cyn, what happened". Like I could have answered; I was too busy rolling my eyes in embarrassment. Jenny came over as though to begin untying me, when Jess stepped out of the closet. "Hold it", he said, and addressed her by some code name she used in the game. I expected her to ask him just what was going on; instead she said something like "Drat-you caught me!"
"Yes", he said, "and now you'll share your partner's fate!" Jenny made as though to run for the door, but Jess grabbed her from behind, put a hand over her mouth, and pulled her back.

Thu Jan 22 15:03:58 Pacific Standard Time 1998

O.K., Cyn asks herself, just what the hell is going on here? Near as I could figure (and Jenny confirmed it later), Jess had confided to Jenny that he'd like to tie up some girls "like on TV", and she'd agreed to indulge him. The "Spy vs Spy" game was the perfect opportunity to do it. So, Jess began tying Jenny up. She got pretty much the same treatment I did, including being hogtied next to me on the couch. I looked up at Jess, and where before he was just nervous, now he was white as a sheet. After all, there had to be limits to his parents' indulgence of our games, and I think he had the feeling we might have reached it. In addition, of course, he had to be painfully aroused by all this. Jenny looked up at him, too, and I could feel her body starting to shake. I actually think Jess had gagged her tighter than he had me, so at first I couldn't hear her; after a few seconds, though, it was obvious that she was giggling. She began to squirm and struggle like a real prisoner, all the time laughing. Even though my gag wasn't exactly comfortable, I couldn't help joining her. For probably three or four minutes the two of us pitched ourselves this way and that , finally subsiding with hilarious exhaustion.

Thu Jan 22 15:04:47 Pacific Standard Time 1998

At this point, Jess came out of his trance, and raced like a madman to untie us both. He began with me, undoing my gag first. When I was free, and taking deep breaths of air, he focused his attention on Jenny, and didn't even look at me. Obviously, at this point, things might easily have become terminally awkward, and Jess had no idea what to do next. Leave it to Jenny: she hugged her brother, and said, "Well, is that what you wanted?" I don't think he expected such a direct question, and he hemmed and hawed a bit. With his discomfort so obvious, Jen turned to me, "How about you, Cyn? What did you think?" Well, I certainly didn't want to hurt Jess' feelings, so I said something about how he sure knew how to deal with spies. I wasn't sure if he'd be hurt by the fact that I wasn't aroused by it like he was. In the end, I said it didn't bother me (even a 14-year-old likes to know she's turned a guy on, even if he's her cousin, though I didn't say that). Jenny laughed, and put her arms around both of us. "Well, guys, speaking for myself, I had fun. Jess, if you ever catch me spying around here again, I'd expect you to be properly prepared." At that, he beamed hugely. I smiled, too. It had been a funny sort of experience to share with Jen, and I had to admit it had given the game an edge it had previously lacked. Jen looked at me. "Cyn, how about it-would you continue playing the game this week if you knew what fate lay in store for captured spies?" Oh, heck, I thought. It's only a few more days. I didn't want to mislead anyone, though. I said, "O.K., but not all the time or anything." Never occurred to me to ask for a bit of "revenge"; I don't think Jess would have cared for it, anyway. Before we went to bed that night , Jenny said that she figured Jess' interest in tying us up was "just one of those things boys like to do". I agreed, and we left it that way for the night. There was only one other tie-up that summer, and I guess it helped Jess

Thu Jan 22 15:05:19 Pacific Standard Time 1998

There was only one other tie-up that summer, and I guess it helped Jess fulfill another one of his fantasies.

Well, while we were all about this business, of course, the younger kids had completed their "treasure hunts". Jess awarded prizes, and told everyone that for the last game of the week (and the summer), we'd switch teams back: now it would be family vs family again. Maybe you're way ahead of me on this one, but the fact that he and Jenny were now on the same team really didn't hit me at the time. Moving briskly on, I once more found myself as a "discovered" spy, captured by the enemy. This time, though, I wasn't alone with Jess: his "lieutenant", Jenny, was with him.

Thu Jan 22 15:06:15 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Thu Jan 22 15:06:15 Pacific Standard Time 1998

"Lieutenant", he ordered Jenny, "tie up the spy." I had resigned myself to Jess tying me up, so it did surprise me that he didn't want to do it himself. "Yes, sir!" Jenny saluted him with mock solemnity, picked up one of those scarves, and approached me, giggling already. She called me something like "Little Miss Nosey", and told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. As Jenny tied my wrists, I watched Jess: his reaction was priceless. I guess the other thing he'd always wanted to see was one girl tying up another, so he was now two for two. Jenny certainly didn't tie me as tightly as Jess had; she made sure the scarf would hold my wrists together when I relaxed my arms, and left it at that. I sat on the couch and she tied my ankles even more loosely; I could easily have stepped out of it if I'd tried. Jenny then turned to her brother.
"Sir, what if her rescuers are here in the house somewhere?"
"Good point", Jess responded, seeming more confident now with his sister's support, "Do you think we need to gag the spy, lieutenant?"
"Yes, sir", replied the smirking "lieutenant", "I think we need to gag the spy."
"Very well", said Jess, "Gag the spy."
"Ha, ha, very funny" muttered the "spy".

Thu Jan 22 15:09:36 Pacific Standard Time 1998

"Now, Cyn", Jenny said, "Fair's fair. You're caught." I didn't respond, and Jenny picked up another scarf and stepped to the side of where I sat. I tilted back my head, with my lips together.
"Uh, uh", said Jenny, "C'mon. Open up."
I wanted to object, but Jenny was looking so amused by all of this that I smiled and opened my mouth. She slipped a single scarf between my teeth, and tied it just tightly enough to keep it in place.
Jess was quiet again, watching us. Jenny looked up at him. "Sir, she may have rescuers on the way-maybe you'd better take a look outside while I guard the prisoner." I have never seen anyone's face fall as far or as fast as Jess' did then. Jenny watched her joke take effect on him for a second, then laughed and said, "Tell you what, sir, why don't I go look while YOU guard the prisoner". She got up and left, and Jess sat watching me. I'm sure what he really wanted to do was to re-do his sister's work more securely, but he didn't want to push it. I did a bit of squirming and moaning for effect, and he did his best to act menacing.

Thu Jan 22 15:10:14 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Things sort of petered out from there. Jenny came back in a few minutes, announcing that she and I were expected to help fix dinner now. She untied my hands, and I freed my ankles and removed the gag. I suppose I should have said something to Jess (since I could tell this was important to him), but I couldn't think of anything, so we headed for the kitchen, and left him.
That's the end of the story. By the next summer, when we saw each other again, Jen had her driver's license, and she and I went off together most days. Today, Jess and Jenny are both happily married to great people, both have kids, and, no, I've never asked either of them if bondage is any part of their marriages. Really, until my husband mentioned your website to me, I can't even remember speculating on it.

Thu Jan 22 15:10:52 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Now, since I don't intend to post any followups to this, let me try and sum up my feelings about all this. Did being tied up excite me in any sexual sort of way? No. Really, I think I regarded it as another one of those annoying things boys would do (like pulling my hair, or "brushing up" against my chest or bottom) to try and get close to a girl; the sort of thing which is preferable coming from an attractive guy than an unattractive one, but which still seems pretty childish. I liked Jess (as a cousin and a good friend), so I certainly wasn't offended or hurt by the experience; I just know I didn't get out of it what he did. Did this experience lead to the bondage that my husband and I currently practice? I doubt it: none of my boyfriends ever tried to tie me up (and it never occurred to me to ask them to), and my husband and I had been lovers for some time before he asked me, so I was already confident of his skill and sensitivity as a lover (don't you DARE try and cut that part out, babe!!). Nowadays, while I certainly get excited when he ties me, it's strictly in anticipation of his loving touch. Please understand, though, that I'm not trying to generalize here about ALL women's reactions: this is strictly my story.
So, I hope you may have found this story of some interest, and I hope it answers some questions for you.

"Cynthia"

Thu Jan 22 22:57:40 Est 1998

Bob, what happened to the first part of Doug’s post? Was it cut off by mistake?

Canuck

Fri Jan 23 16:39:49 PST 1998

Hi. I just wanted to thank JCL and John2 for their kind words about my posting. I also wanted to thank Bob for this site, it's a great place for me to finally vent about this stuff. When I checked my posting, I've noticed that the first three parts have been eliminated. Was this a glitch? Shall I repost the whole thing again for any newcomers?
Doug

Doug
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Fri Jan 23 15:03:23 GMT 1998

Doug,

Is it possible that your posts were deleted by Bob as being to sexy or off subject. I note that he has removed things in the past. The way your post starts I wonder whether you were tied, if so, that was probbly enough for it to be cut. You are a man, right?

alex
alexb@hotmail.com

Well! It's nice to see people posting stories in great detail again. It's been a while since I posted --- I thought I'd better do so just to "keep the ball rolling". I'm running low on experiences, though, and I hope all you other lads and ladies pick up the slack for guys like me who are now depleting their memory stocks.

Here's a short, snappy experience......

I'd like to relate one of the first incidents which hooked me on "damsels in distress" forever. I was about 13 years old, and I was over at the home of my friend Dan. He had two brothers -- David, who was 12, and Ken, who was 8. Dan also had a sister, Janice, who was 11.

We were aspiring musicians and we were working on some original stuff. Okay, it wasn't Lennon and McCartney, but we were having fun. However, Janice was being a true pest in every sense, and was continually interrupting us and making snide comments about our "music" (you could even hear the quotation marks in her voice when she said the word).

Captain Bojick

I liked Janice. She loved to laugh and had a cute, freckly face that seemed to be set in a perpetual smile. Janice was a partial redhead with grey eyes that smiled to match her face.

But Janice was truly getting on Dan's nerves in a major way -- that much was apparent. Dan kept telling her to "bugger off", but the pesky little sister just increased the teasing. I thought it was kind of amusing myself......

But Dan did not. Without warning he grabbed a role of 3 inch masking tape that was on top of the bar in his basement. Dan's dad had been doing some painting in the spare bedroom downstairs near where we would practise, and had left his supplies on the top of the nearby bar.

Dan grabbed Janice and held her wrists in front of her. He called to his little brother, who was only too happy to join in any torment of his sister. Ken began holding Janice's wrists and Dan wrapped the tape quickly around his sister's wrists. Janice began to scream, but Dan's mom and dad were outside in the back yard, and I guess they couldn't hear what was going on in the basement of the house.

Dan then wrapped the tape around this little sister's waist, effectively pinning Janice's hands to the front of her body. I must admit that Dan used a LOT of tape, and I remember wondering what story he would tell his dad when Dan's dad discovered his masking tape supply was suddenly depleted.

Captain Bojick

Dan thought that his actions would put a scare into his sister, and she would stop her incessant teasing and annoying. Instead, Janice bolted for the stairs, yelling as she ran that she would show (and tell) her parents what Dan had done to her.

Dan caught her at the foot of the stairs, and dragged her back into the heart of the basement. He grabbed Janice's legs, wrapped tape around Janice's ankles, and carried the tape-wrap up to about mid-calf. Dan stood back and told his sister that she now had no option but to "stay put" until we finished practising.

But Janice started to scream at the top of her lungs in order to get her parents attention. Dan was now in too deep to turn back. He grabbed what was left of the tape and slapped three large strips over Janice's mouth.

Dan asked me and his brother to help carry Janice into the spare room in the basement, where we placed Janice on the top berth of the bunk bed that was in that room.

I was transfixed, looking at Janice. Everything seemed so exciting, and the sight of her eyes looking at me above her taped mouth is in my memory forever.

After about ten minutes we heard Janice from the other room. She had licked off the tape gag, and was swearing that she would not bother us again if we let her loose. Dan thought that this was fair, and her unwound the tape that was binding his sister.

I must admit that I kind of hoped Janice would "bug" us again, but it never happened. That was the one and only time Dan ever had to tell his sister more than once to leave us in peace......

Keep on posting folks! This site is a god send.

Captain Bojick

Fri Jan 23 16:02:11 Pacific Standard Time 1998

on the subject of Doug's deleted post: I read it before it was deleted, and he did get tied up. it wasn't sexual, but it was pretty lengthy. i think most of us here have a strong preference for females on the receiving end of things, and since there are practical limits on how much can be posted, i'd personally prefer that any male bondage be incidental to the main story, and keep the focus on those lovely lasses.

jeb

Thanks for sharing Cynthia, I enjoyed hearing about your thoughts and experiences

Dave

Mon Jan 26 03:30:22 1998

I just wanted to echo Doug's sentiments and thank Bob for allowing my story to be posted, and JCL and John2 for their encouraging words. And I also wanted to thank JCL for all of his great experiences - they realy help to make this site. It was also fantastic to hear from a female contributer. On a personal note, I have numerous other stories to tell, and will be more than happy to share them with everyone - if you all continue to do the same. A quick list of my experiences include: role playing with my girlfriend; tying up my best female friend with a bunch of other guys; more babysitter games; and other tales from my childhood (involving my female cousions). If anyone has a strong preference for any one of these based solely on these few words, please post it and I will endeavour to comply. Thanks again,

Ash

Sun Jan 25 17:24:18 Est 1998


Ash

I'd love to hear about your babysitter games... and about all the other stuff too! I can't choose only one topic... you and your cousin seems great too... as do all the others! But if I had to choose only one... I'd go with the babysitter games!

I'll keep posting stories too, don't worry about it... although it might be a while!

John2

Sun Jan 25 21:15:49 1998

ASH,

All of your scenarios sound promising. If I had to choose, I'd go with babysitter first, then the female cousins.

chubby

Sun Jan 25 20:35:45 1998

ASH
I agree with chubby, babysitters and then cousins.
It would be great if you also told us how your babysitter got even with you. Did she bind you?
Thanks

Exacta

Mon Jan 26 07:04:33 Eastern Standard Time 1998

Ash,

How about posting the story about tying up your best female friend with a bunch of other guys?
I'd personally like to see that.

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net

Mon Jan 26 15:08:05 PST 1998

I just found this page surfing randomly today,and I like what I have read so far. The following happened to me when I was in my early teens, and I thought people might like to read it:
There was a friend in the neighborhood named Bonnie, and I had been tying her up on occasion for a year to two. I'm sure it started as a cops and robbers or something like that, but I honestly don't recall. It was not sexual for either of us, just fun.
One day I went up to visit her, and she had her friend Erika over. Bonnie was a thin waif-like girl who was yet to reap the benefits of puberty. Her friend was in full bloom. She wore tight blue jeans and a blouse which had probably been a favorite when she was younger, but now was really becoming too small to keep her new chest in check. We watched TV for a little while, then Bonnie said that she was bored, and I should try tying them both up. Just like that! Immediately it had an element of sexuality for me. The look on Erika's face showed me that she thought it was a little odd, but Bonnie said it was fun, and Erika went along. I tied both their hands behind them using bandanas, and then tied them back to back with another bandana at their hands. They laughed, and stumbled around, but it was not really the effect I was looking for. I untied Bonnie and had them sit back to back on the floor. I tied Bonnie's hands together again, but this time around Erika's waist. Sitting as Erika was, I practically had to work under her breast (not that I minded at all). Finally I took each of their belts, and used them to tie their ankles in front of them. Then I left them to their struggles.
Bonnie was having a great time trying to get loose. Erika you could tell was a little sensitive about her new breasts, and I had fumbled around them tying Bonnie's hands and then getting her belt. She was pretty conscious of the fact that Bonnie's struggles were putting on quite a show.
Then it happened. All at once, Erika's too small blouse

FIL
psoletsky@aol.com

Mon Jan 26 16:42:00 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Well hello boys! My name is Tina, and I have been interested watching your page. I read the letter from Cynthia, and now I feel brave enough to share some of my own experiences. They are certainly kind of different from hers! In the first place, I can say that I have enjoyed bondage for as long as I can remember. I know that this page is not the place to tell my sexier stories (I'll keep those to myself, thank you very much!), but I think I'd like to share some of my earlier experiences..

yes Tina is my real name (but that's all you really need to know about me). I will post stories here from time to time, but not my e-mail address. No offense but I have a long-term boyfriend, and I'm not looking for new partners. In fact, as long as I don't give out my address or phone number, I think he finds the idea of my telling these stories to be a kind of turn on.

Now if all you guys haven't been to Kristine Imboch's "Bedroom Bondage" website, shame! Go to: http://www.bedroombondage.com. If you havent heard of her, she's a top bondage model and producer. If you really want to hear from a woman who has given a lot of thought to how women feel about bondage (and why so few of us like to talk about it), read her biography and diary. Go ahead, I'll wait. I'm going to take a day or two to collect some of my thoughts into my first story. Look for me later this week. Bye.

tina

Tue Jan 27 00:37:48 EST 1998

I posted probably back in December, but I have at least one other story that I want to profess:

In college a couple of riends and I wanted to make a movie. So, we came up with a comedy, secret agent type film and as co-writer, I urged to have a woman kidnapped. Now, under my direction, we were to shoot that scene first. My thought process was that in Hollywood they always shoot things out of order. The scene was shot and the movie was never completed. I could describe the scene (that's another story), but what developed after that is much better.

I had a friend, her name was Jennifer and she was sort of a wanna-be actress, not in the college scene. Now Jennifer was someone I had both dated and was very good friends with as well - needless to say I was very attracted to her. She had done some local modeling, but nothing spectacular. She was kind of a free spirit. Now, in explaining this film to her, I told her that we had shot this portion of the film, but I wanted to re-shoot it, I needed more drama. With completely selfish motives, I began to plant the seeds. Now Jennifer had a pretty decent body and a beautiful face - long, sandy blonde hair, green eyes and the best feature, a big beautiful mouth with equally sexy lips. By the way we are both 21 at this time.

I had explained to her that we needed an actress to play the part. The role involves a snotty, daughter of a rich tycoon, a real bitchy type. She laughed in thinking that she would be perfect for the role. Now, I told her the storyline that she gets kidnapped. I said, "A lot of the role involves physical acting, and there wouldn't be a lot of speaking parts". She said, "Why because I would be gagged?" At this point I almost had a heart attack! I said, "Well, yes." and continued to push further. I said, "Initially you will be kidnapped and I will tie your wrists behind your back and then tie your ankles". She said, "Oh and then you get sick of me talking and you gag me!" I said yes. She said, "

Malcolm

Tue Jan 27 01:46:04 EST 1998

(Continued)
"You would enjoy this wouldn't you?" I said, no this is all for the good of the movie (Yeah Right!).

We then continued to discuss the film and I asked her what she could bring to the role (I always get a rise out of woman talking about being bound and gagged - so I let her answer the questions!). She discussed, how she could squirm on the floor and try to get to the phone (all of the typical scenarios), etc. So as a final push I said, if you want to do this, you know to add to your acting credits, we are going to have to practice, before we actually shoot. She actually agreed and I said that we would have a full dress rehersal next week at her apartment (she did not have a roomate). Now the original script, had the woman kidnapped in a tennis outfit, but it wasn't as exciting as it may have first appeared. So as Director, I suggested the following outfit, based on my sick, demented fetishes! She was to wear cutoff jean shorts (extremely short), a tight white cotton shirt and black cowboy boots. Being it summer and her being intrigued by this whole project, she agreed. I told her that I wanted to give this woman a bad girl image and she agreed.

I arrived at her apartment (this was one of the most agonizing weeks to wait for!) with the props and no camera as this was simply the dress rehersal. She opened the door and was in full "costume". She spent considerable time on her hair and her lips were a fiery red. We hugged and she gave me a kiss on the cheek and she was ready to begin. She had actually cleared away a coffee table and a sofa and had a phone in position preparing for the scene. Remember as an actress wannabe, she got into the part. She had a basement apartment and with the right lighting it looked like a nice Kidnapper Hideaway. We had discussed the scene, a few times, but I was more interested in the props. However, this is how it would go:
As basically a rich, spoiled brat, she had some bogus job as a private detective, that earned li

Malcolm

Tue Jan 27 02:15:20 EST 1998

(Continued)
little money, but allowed her some adventure and allowed her to use Daddy's cash. The Kidnapper, targeted her for her daddy's cash and posed as a victim of a crime. He invited her over to his place and explained the bogus case that he needed to hire her for. So she leaves and begins her case, but with a routine check on the guy, she soon has some questions about this client. In order for her to be sure of her hunch, she must do a little searching around in her client's (the Kidnapper's)apartment. When she goes into the apartment and starts looking around - it is there that she is surprised and the tables are turned.

I decided that we would pick it up at her being surprised and I would be the kidnapper. So in showing her the props, I pulled out several different lengths of white soft rope, a red bandanna and a whit scarf. She approved of the rope, but said this, "I have been trying on a couple of different gags and I think this would be the best, inside my mouth like this" - Again, a heart attack. Why couldn't I have seen this gag fashion show? What she was referring to was a black cloth that appeared to be a hair wrap type thing - how could I disagree?

So the drama started and she was surprised by me. I take her and sit her down on the floor and we exchange some cheesy dialogue. I tie her wrists behind her back with the small cord and she puts up somewhat of a fight. I then begin to tie her booted ankles, but first cross her ankles. I then in an attempt to be a little sesuous, run my hands up her legs with a third piece of rope and tie her legs together above the knees.

At this point we exchange more dialogue. She says, "My daddy is going to kill you when he finds out what you have done, blah, blah, blah". I said, speaking of that, I think I will give him a call, however, I will need you to be quiet. She replies with multiple obscenities (really playing the part well!). Well, I say, it looks as if I will have to shut you up! I take the black

Malcolm

Tue Jan 27 02:47:46 EST 1998

(Continued)
I take the black cloth and go behind her - all the while she is saying, don't even think about gagging me, in which case I promptly put the thick black cloth between her teeth and big red lips and tie it tight under her hair on her neck.

I make the "Kidnapper Call" and she squirms and mmmphs. I then say that I have to go out and steal a car for the pick up. I tighten the ropes and she looks up at me with her big green eyes with contempt. I then go out and watch her through a small window. Now, there is no camera, but she is acting to a tee. She squirms and tries to kick the phone over to try to make a call. In the script, she will squirm and struggle for about 20 minutes (mostly on camera) and actually, find a sharp edge, cut through her ropes and remove her gag. We agreed on a shorter time for the rehersal, about 7 actual minutes (in which I watched through a window - this was incredible!). However, after the allotted time, she actually couldn't get out of the ropes, I let her go another few minutes and then came in. I loosened her ropes and said let's start from here and I went back outside. Still gagged and now tied less tight, she squirmed, cut her ropes on a sharp edge, untied herself and pulled the gag out of her mouth.

At this point she attempts to make a phone call, but she hears someone coming back. As the detective type, she hangs up the phone and hides behind the door, hoping to surpirse the Kidnapper and hit him with a bat. Guy walks in and she clobbers him and she runs out. However, she clobbered the Kidnappers' assistant and the Kidnapper is just outside the door to bring her back in.

At this point, she is now put into a hogtie and re-gagged. We practiced that as well. At the end the actual hero detective jumps in and rescues her in the hog-tie position.

As a sad post-note, this particular film never got further than the dress rehersal. I never went back with the camera as I felt that I could never get that spontanaeity - and a

Malcolm

Tue Jan 27 02:49:50 EST 1998

(Continued)
spontanaeity - and as much as I wanted that on film, I got what I wanted!!!!

That night we went out and had a lot of fun. We actually went out a few other times after that and I actually was able to bind and gag her a few more times during some hot and heavy moments - but in recent history, I have not seen her in a few years.

In a later story, I will describe the lesser filmed version with the other actress - not as impressive, but noteworthy.

Keep these stories coming! Great site!

Malcolm

Tue Jan 27 12:29:04 1998

This is a great page. Sadly..most of my childhood experieneces involved being the one tied up by the girls, Does anyone know of a page devoted to these type of stories. I have so many to tell...mostly involving my babysitter and her older sister...also....my cousin Vicki's slumber party....and the time Vicki and a couple of her friends held me captive all day. I wont post them here unless there is interest,,,since it is off subject, but if anyone knows of this type of page...let me know.

Jeff
Bondage24u.aol.com

Tue Jan 27 13:04:30 Est 1998

Tue Jan 27 13:04:30 Est 1998

Tue Jan 27 13:04:30 Est 1998

Tue Jan 27 13:04:30 Est 1998

I love this page, and yes, Jeff, I would be very interested in reading your stories.

Here's a suggestion for Bob. If you find these posts irrelevant, why don't you move them to your
"off subject" page (see December posts)? Or why don't you make this "off subject" page a "girls tie up boys" page? I'm sure many of us are also interested in "girls tie up boys" stories. I always liked tying up the girls, but I also liked being held captive by them. I would certainly love to read both types of stories.

And on a side note: Wow, guys, your stories are great! And Tina, I can't wait to hear your stories...

Canuck

Tue Jan 27 11:43:57 Pacific Standard Time 1998

i would agree with those who wish to move girls-tie-boys to another page. we dont have to make a big deal about a story that is mostly about girls being tied but has boys too. just anything where the boy is the only one tied should be somewhere else.

Tue Jan 27 15:00:38 Hora estándar de México 1998

JEFF:
I would love to here all of your stories about girl tying you up. These kinds of thing have happened to me also.
Thanks

Exacta

Tue Jan 27 16:39:58 GMT 1998

Hey guys and gals, I appreciate all the input. I am interested that somne of you think that I should have an 'off-subject' page.

Let me suggest that someone else should do this. If you put it at TRIPOD, GEOCITIES or a number of other places it will cost you nothing.

If you decided to do it I would be happy tp provide any help that I can and you are welcome to copy any of the scripts etc from this page.

I DO NOT INTEND TO GO OFF-SUBJECT HERE. Look how big the page is getting even with staying on-subject.

bob857
http://members.tripoid.com
bob857@hotmail.com

Tue Jan 27 19:53:51 1998

Jeff,

You said most of your stories are about you getting tied up. Since it was only most, it sounds to me like you must've gotten to tie a girl up too, so why don't you post those stories here?

terry

Wed Jan 28 06:37:19 EST 1998

...alex story, cont. from jan. 22 post.......after leaving my sister, eileen alone and tightly hogtied in her bedroom, i immediatly headed back to my parents room. i slowly opened the door and there was mary lee still bound at ankles and knees with her wrists tied tightly behind her back.the gag looked even tighter now, than when i applied it over 15 minutes ago. i had left mary lee in a kneeling position, she was now laying face down on the bed, her legs were in a long, tense type of position. i could see that the young, sleek muscles in them were standing out. i attributed that to the intense struggling she must have done after i had left her alone.i had noticed her legs in the past; while not as long and defined as eillen's, they were still some awsome gams for a 13 year old girl.plus her pink short shorts and matching pink ankle socks helped to highlight both her legs and cute butt.

alex

Wed Jan 28 06:51:34 EST 1998

as soon as mary lee saw me she started to squirm and frantically mew behind the extremely tight, white gagging cloth jammed in her mouth. i could tell by the frantic look in her eyes that something was wrong.( other than the feact that she was helplessly tied and gagged by her best friends older brother. i asked her if everything was allright and did i need to untie her.(it would have crushed me to do so, but, i had to keep telling myself that this was just a game and these girls were only 13 years old and could get scared at any moment at his "game".) mary lee just answere my question with more frantic "mmmppphhing". i put my hands on her shoulders and tried to turn her over on her back.( for some reason i thought that she didn't want to be face down on the bed , but, couldn't turn over herself.

alex

Wed Jan 28 07:05:11 EST 1998

boy was i ever wrong at this assumption. when i tried to turn her over she really went wild and her frantic gag talk came out as "ma blotthhh cam undothh uthigh ma hanth". i quickly started working to ungag her. i guess i didn't realize how well i had gagged her. it took me a good 2 or 3 minutes to work the tightened knots from the back of her neck. it didn't help that her long beautiful hair was a mess from her athletic like strugglings. finally when i had the gag loose she just kind of gasped for air and giggled.i was worried about her welfare but mary lee explained the problem to me when she said,"alex, please untie my hands, my blouse popped open and i need to rebutton it."my immediate thought was to ask her if i could flip her over and rebutton it myself but, i fought the urge and quickly untied her wrist. she asked me to turn around while she buttoned up. i reluctantly did so. i then realized that i could easily just look in the dresser mirror to see all that i wanted to see, but , i really didn't feel like that was appropriate, plus i guess i was afraid of getting caught. i had know way of knowing what mary lee's reaction would be. so , i jusr averted my eyes until she told me the cost was clear. (i guess i should mention that mary lee's blouse was one of those sleeveless tank top type of deals, except it had bothe a collar and buttons all the way down in front. it was white, in color.) i turned around and was met with an awsome sight.

alex

Wed Jan 28 07:26:45 EST 1998

here was a blond "marcia brady" lookalike kneeling on the bed dressed in a tank top and short shorts, ungagged, freed wrists, but still tied at her knees and ankles. mary lee looked at me and outstretched both her arms and exclaiming "ta-daaaa". i told her to sit at the edge of the bed so we could talk. she did as i asked. i sat next to her (pretty close i might add, but, she didn't seem to mind. i asked her if she was o.k. with this game. she went on to tell me that one time when she was babysitting she let the two little boys tie her to a chair. she admitted that my gagging was the first time that anyone had ever done that to her. she went on to say that she could have freed her wrists of the rope at any time, but, stayed "tied Up" for the boys for one half hour, so they would eventially go to bed. she also mentioned that the boys had tried to put a piece of tape over her mouth, but, she wouldn't alow them to do so. "so how come you let me gag you," I asked. she looked st me and laughed, "like you gave me much of a choice mr. burglar". with that she gently grabbed my arm and shool it to make her point. (i kind of liked that)

alex

Wed Jan 28 07:43:43 EST 1998

"ready to continue eing a kidnap victim" i asked her. she looked at me, i thought that for sure she would say that she was tired with the whole ordeal. "since when does a burglar ask permission to tie up his victims?.. she inquired. i was extatic with that response but, remained cool' "o.k." i said, "i want you to comb your hair and put it in a ponytail, so it won't get in the way again" mary lee did as i asked, getting up and hopping over to my mothers dresser.(remember, her knees and ankles were still tightly tied with torn bedsheets. i watched as she stroked her long blond hair with the brush. it was really the first time that i had watched a young girl comb her hair(other than my sister)I found it qiute enjoyable. after about 4 or 5 minutes of this. i walked up behind mary lee as she was just finishing pulling her hair back and knotting a rubber band in the ponytail. i said "o.k. good looking we are goin for a walk, so you can rejoin your litle friend in the other room". mary lee tok the cue and went right back into her damsel in distress type of character."you won't hurt me will you" she pleaded. not if you cooperate and don't give me any trouble."i'll be good", she promised."here's the deal, i am going to untie your legs for right now, if you try and run or scream you'll be in big trouble, understand. her only response was a frightened looking nod of the head. (at this time i realized that during our whole conversation we were looking in each others eyes through the mirror. for some reason i found this extremely cool.)at this point i stooped down and started to unwind her ankles. mary lee kind of shifted her weight and moved a little bit. without even thinking i gently put my hand on the back of one of her bare thighs. in my best most intimidating burglar voice i barked, "hey, no moving around i told you". during this whole sentence i kept my hand on the back of her upper thigh, with the pretense of steadying her."you have some very nice legs, are you a dancer?" mary lee just

alex

Wed Jan 28 08:24:27 EST 1998

"O.K. sweety", i said,"we have to get you into the other room, ther is any number of ways to do this". mary lee interupted, "we could something real silly and walk", she giggled. i stearnly looked at her, "that precisely is the kind of comment that will get you in a load of trouble young lady". "sorry," she cowered. "here's the options", i began to explain(by the way' we were still talking to each others "mirror images". i could tell that mary lee thought this was rather unusual too.)#1...i could tie you up again with bound legs and carry you, either like a husband carries a bride over the threshold, i could carry over my shoulder,i could just tie your hands behind you and let you walk with or without a leash around your neck(by the look in her eye she was opposed to that idea)or we could do the "abduction dance".mary lee took the bait perfectly when she inquired, "alex, just what is the "abduction dance"??? i took my cue and very quickly put my hand over her mouth. mary lee was very surprised at this action and let out an invouluntary "mmmppphhhfff" sound.she brought both her hands up touch mine. i looked in the mirroe and remember thinking to myself that this particular instint in time was the very best of my 16 years on this earth so far.i looked in the mirror, right in the eyes of this beautiful 13 year old girl. her big blue eyes were wide and temporarily fearful as i held her mouth closed. it took all of 5 seconds for her to settle down.i quickly took my other arm and dragged both her arms down, pinning them to her sides as i held her from behind, with my left arm holding them at her waist.i didn't want this moment to ever end. i pulled her close to me rather tightly. i gor rather close and whispered in her ear that it was time to go see her friend in the other room.mary lee seemed to enjoy me whispering in her ear(or maybe it just tickled), as she made half hearted squirms to escape my grasp.throughout all this her eyes were expressive and wide, as she tried to talk behind

alex

Wed Jan 28 08:57:36 EST 1998

as we left the room i carried mary lee with great ease. her feet didn't even touch the carpet for the first 10 or so feet. because i didn't want this moment to ever end i stopped at the bathroom
mirror, so we could both see what a cute "couple" we made. what should have been a 1 minute walk turned into about a 3 minute "dance", with mary lee perfectly acting the part of a distressed kidnap victim.

alex

Wed Jan 28 09:17:59 EST 1998

when we finally got to my little sister's bedroom door, i temporarily let loose of mary lee's waist with a stern warning that she shouldn't try anything crazy.i kept one hand ove her mouth as i opened the door and escorted her into the room. eileen looked very releived to see us. "i brought you company, good looking "i said to her.eileen gave a very half hearted smile. she looked tired and uncomfortable, being in the tight hogtie for over 10 minutes. i released my hold on mary lee and instructed her to sit on the chair at ny sisters dressing table. i went over to eileen and examined the hogtie. maybe i had been a little to strigent with her. she asked to be released and i agreed. i took off the hogtie rope and released her wrists. i left her knees and ankles bound though.

alex

Wed Jan 28 09:35:06 EST 1998

i had taken the torn bedaheets with me that i had tied mary lee with.the girls were busy catching up on "old times". (gee it must have been 1 half hour or so since they had last seen each other. as i was getting organized for the naext tie up the girls were busy swapping stories on how i had been so "cruel" to them and what it felt like to be tied. mary lee really started to quiz eileen and i on how long we had been at this "game".

alex

Wed Jan 28 09:42:52 EST 1998

eileen did most of the talking and explainning.the conversation was really fun to listen to, it went something like this...mary lee>"you should have seen the way your brother kept me a prisoner in the other room he tied my hands and put that cloth in my mouth so i couldn't talk".eileen> i can't count the number of times he has done that to me." mary lee>"this is almost like being kidnapped for real. you should have seen the way he carried me into your room through the hallway...eileen> let me guess he forced you by holding his hand over your mouth and carrying you??!! mary lee> he has done that to you too??" eileen> are you kidding?that's one of alex's favorite tricks

alex

Wed Jan 28 09:52:54 EST 1998

it seems like i can't even sit down and watch t.v. for a couple of minutes without this guy sitting next to me. at first he doesn't do anything but, just when i think i'm home free...he grabs me and holds me so i can't even move. i've spent a lot of t.v. time with alex sitting next to me with his hand over my mouth".mary lee.does your parents know about these games??" at this point eileen and i just looked at each other she laughed bacause i guess she could see a cold seat breking out on my forehead, when i heard that question. eileen> "alex always felt that our mom and dad might not like it or think it's too weird.i have to agree with him, and besides i like just him and i knowing about these "games", i have something to hold over his head". i looked at eileen and said,"now, you know that you will pay for that comment. the girls both giggled, and mary lee said very sarcastically, "ewwww, now you did it eileen!!the big bad burglar is going to get you."

alex

Wed Jan 28 10:14:55 EST 1998

"not to mention you too, blondie", i looked at mary lee. "GULP

alex

Wed Jan 28 10:14:55 EST 1998

Wed Jan 28 10:14:55 EST 1998

"not to mention you too, blondie", i looked at mary lee. "GULP

alex

Wed Jan 28 10:25:57 EST 1998

mary lee audibly exclaimed. "ready to get tied up again eileen", i asked? "alex' please don't tie my wrists to my ankles again, i need a break from that"."o.k. i just looked st my little sister as i tied her hands behind her. "o.k. eileen, but what do you suggest on how i should tie you up.?"eileen thought for a moment,"tie me up in that chair, she was pleading now."i could do that"i said,"but someone has to be hogtied, do i have any vounteers". as soon as is said that bothe eileen and i just looked st mary lee. "oh, i guess thar means that i get hogtied, but what is a hogtie",she asked? eileen just laughed,"the way i was tied with my wrists to my ankles when alex first forced you into the room is a hogtie, and even if you say no he will probably still tie you that way" mary lee just rolled her eyes,"well, i guess i had better cooperate and say yes to this hogtie thing". ( something about two 13 year old girls discussing a hogtie really seamed to please me to no end.)i had eileen and mary lee switch positions. eileen had to hop about 10 feet to the chair because her knees and ankles were still tied.

alex

Wed Jan 28 10:40:09 EST 1998

i thought about it for a few minutes, and realized that my first step should be to tie eileen's wrists behind her in the chair. i instructed her to put her hands behind her back. i tightly tied them, and instructed her to sit back and relax for a few minutes while i attended to her friend. mary lee looked a little apprehensive when i instructed her to lay face down on the bed and put her hands behind her. she did as she was told and i quickly tied them together.i than tied her ankles and started to work on her knees. mary lee squirmed a little bit as i was in the middle of the knee bondage. this was my excuse to take everything off and start tying again. i gently grabbed hold of her thigh as if to stedy her, and lectured her to keep still when i was tying her. her response was to stick her tongue out at me.

alex

Wed Jan 28 10:52:39 EST 1998

either it she didn't mind or it was her lack of experience, but not a word was spoken about my hand resting on her thigh. in fact when i finally went back to work on her knees i first brought my hand up a little more on her thigh and then traveled all the way down from thigh to knee to calf to her white anklets.i guess i kind of felt guilty about this, because i made sure my back was blocking eileen's view of all this. i wasn't too sure how my little sister would respond to what i was doing with her friend.

alex

Wed Jan 28 11:03:55 EST 1998

i decided that the hogtie part of the bondage could wait.i told mary lee to be a good girl and got up to better secure my little sister.as i got off the bed i had what i considered to be a brilliant idea.i took two lengths of cloth and layed them side by side on the bed so both girls could see them."ladies," i started, "as you can see i only have two lengths of cloth left. we have to make a decision here.(at this point both girls were looking at me like i was being over dramatic). one of these cloths is a gag, the other is a blindfold.this means that one of you girls will be gagged the other will get to be blindfolded.i have to go to the bathroom, i will be back in 3 minutes. i will leave you both ungagged, so you can discuss between yourselves who gets what. with that statement i left the room.

alex

Wed Jan 28 11:18:18 EST 1998

the bathroom was within ear shot of eileen's room. i couldn't make out the whole conversation but, i heard a lot of animated talking. the words NO WAY seemed to pop into the conversation quite a bit. after a couple minutes i walked back into the room. both girls looked at me. "well, what is your decision ladies", i asked as i bent down to pick up the two torn bedsheets.both girls hurridly tried to speak at once. may lee finally won out."i really think that eileen should take the gag. when we first came into the room she wasn't gagged at all. i spent the whole time in the other bedroom, with that thing tied very tightly in my mouth. besides i volunteered for the hogtie.eileen sarcastically chimed in, "you didn't exactly volunteer for the hogtie.you got volunteered."again mary lee stuck here tongue out.

alex

Wed Jan 28 11:29:20 EST 1998

"o.k.",i said, "i guess i'm the referee here and the referee's decision is always final."eileen, you get the gag." with that eileen let out a low defeated moan while mary lee kind of exclaimed, "YESSSSS", under her breath. "don't get too excited mary lee, this just means the hogtie will be even tighter on you than it was on eileen. as i said that i took one of the cloths and tightly tied it over mary lee's eyes. after i knotted it off in back. she made the comment on how"weird" it was, not to be able to see.i then turned my attention on my sister eileen. i told her to sit up straight in the chair. her arms were already over the back of the chair with her wrists tightly bound with bedsheets.there was something that i had forgotten to mention to the girls. i had a bunch of soft cotton thin rope stored under neath the bed. i had always shyed away from it's use when binding eileen's wrists, because of my inexperience with it. it had most recently dawned on me that i could still use it for "securing" reasons, just as long as it was tied over clothing for protection.

alex

Wed Jan 28 11:49:06 EST 1998

eileen saw the rope and started to ask frantic questions. i told her that everything would be alright and to keep her voice down as much as possible. i didn't want mary lee to know how i was tying eileen. i wanted it to be a surprise, and see the look in her eyes when i took off the blindfold.eileen did as i requested and whispered most of her questions. i took a 25 foot lenght of the rope and started to secure my little sister to the chair. i wound rope around her waist then went to her upper chest and tightly cinched it in back of her to the chair.eileen was sitting up as straight as possible, mainly because she had no choice.she made a comment about posture improvement or something like that.i wasn't done with the rope. i took another 10 foot piece and started wrapping it around her thighs, and then to the bottom of the chair. it made me think that because i was on bare skin i might have to ease up. i decided for eileen to be the one to let me know about that though.she never made a complainning word about it, so i cinched th thigh rope under the chair pretty tightly.

alex

Wed Jan 28 11:59:01 EST 1998

"gag time sis", i announced to her. "o.k. alex, please don't tie it too tight in my mouth. lately, you have been pretty brutal". "who said anything about tieing this cloth in your mouth", i asked,"i would like to try something that we never tried before". with those remarks i took the brand new elastic bandage from it's hiding place in eileen's closet.eileen took one look at it and would have jumped straight out of her chair, i this was physically possible."AN ELASTIC BANDAGE"!!!!?????she exclaimed rather loudly. mary lee was rather quiet at this point(save for some minor grunting and groanning as she tested her bonds.)mary lee sounded kind of frightened when she asked "what elastic bandage is someone hurt or something"!!!???.i went over to her and gently put my hand on her shoulder and explained that eileen was going to try a new type of gag and this is how she usually acted.

alex

Wed Jan 28 12:09:59 EST 1998

going back over to eileen, i took the plastic off the bandage and took off the two retainning clips.i looked at her and said'"i've always wondered how those beautiful brown eyes of yours would look over an elastic bandage gag", i said as i brotherly put my arm around her shoulder. "oh you did, did you?? eileen said(rather sarcastically, i might add.)"o.k. alex, i must be nuts but, we can try this.but you have to promise to stop if i want you to" from across the room mary lee asked "how are you going to ask him to stop with an elastic bandage wrapped around your face??? "i'll know if she wants me to stop;and by the way i could probably come up with another bandage or even plain old heavy duty duct tape for a certain 13 year old cutie in this room who happens to be talking to much." mary lee had to get the last word in when she said, "hey eileen, you here that, your brother thinks i'm cute"

alex

Wed Jan 28 12:38:37 1998

Bob,
I appreciate the input...and would love to start a page on tripod. I certainly understand that your page is already huge. I am going to check out tripod now.....I will probably need some help tho. Meanwhile....for those of you interested...look for my "girls tie and gag boys" page soon!

Jeff

Wed Jan 28 12:25:11 EST 1998

one more stern warning from me and mary lee agreed to be quiet. "back to you eileen", i said as i wadded up the torn bedsheet. open your mouth as wide as you could. eileen hesitantly opened her mouth,but just a very little. she looked both apprehesive and just plain scared. i put down th cloth and said to both girls." o.k. ladies time to get back to being good actresses. iwant a lot of crying, pleading and begging. remember i'm a burglar and i have broken into your house." i gave the girls a couple of seconds to get in the right frame of mind.mary lee was the first to get back into the role playing, "please mr. don't hurt us. we don't have any money and our parents won't be hom efor a couple hours yet." Eileen chimed in perfectly when she cried out to mary lee"you shouldn't have told him that, now he can take his time and we will have to be tied up even longer." "both of you girls settle down. won't be hurt as long as i come up with some money. it's up to you weather you want to tell me were the hidden safe is or not." both girls were into their dansel in distress roles now. there was a lot of whinning and crying. I held up the wadded bedsheet to eileen's mouth. Open" i commanded harshly. eileen did so but, again only a fraction of whay she was capable of.

alex

Wed Jan 28 12:37:58 EST 1998

i threatened her and finally she opened up wide enough to accept the large wad.i started to pack it in and at first eileen seemed o.k. with this new experience. i kept close watch on her ever bulging eyes to see what the absoulute maximum might be. the cloth was packed thre -quarters in when it looked like that might be it.during all this eileen played her role to the hilt, gasping, and eye pleading for me to have mercy. none was coming.finally i did manage to get all the wad in my little sisters mouth. i ordered her to not spit it out as i retreived the elastiec bandage. eileen did as she was told. i set the two retainning clips on the floor and started to wind the bandage in her mouth and between her lips. the first couple of winds were enough to hold the packing in. with each turn around her head eileen's eyes bulged more and more. she looked at me straight in the eyes on the 6 th pass. her eyes looked watery and she seemed to be sobbing.

alex

Wed Jan 28 12:48:01 EST 1998

i immediatly stopped and asked her if she was o.k.. her eyes lit up and she nodded yes. i told her that we had two more passes to go and asked her if she could handle it. eileen nodded yes.so i made the two passes and clipped the elastic bandage at the back of her head."eileen are you allright" mary lee called from her prone position on the bed."well, answer your friend eileen", i said, "tell her that your o.k." eileen tried to say something but it was barely audible. "sis, i want you to really test that gag, be careful not to give youself a headache but, really try and scream as loud as you could.eileen reared back as best she could and let out a blood curdling bellow. the results were that it barely made to mary lee's ears."alex, what did you do to her, mary lee asked. "if i was you i would worry about myself. i.m just putting the finishing touches on little sis here. i'm looking forward to doing a little work on you next.both girls groaned. th"finishing touch", that i had mentioned involved a 4 foot piece of rope and eileen's wrists and ankles.i had decided to untie eileen's knees and ankles. i had also untied the ropes that were holding her thighs to the chair seat. i had a new idea. for my sisters long legs.i was now glad that it was eileen tied to the chair. mary lee's legs might not hav ebeen long enough to do exactly what i wanted. i started out on her left ankle and cinched a rope around it. i then brought that ankle back as far as i could to the back chair legs.it was there that i fastened it.eileen was very interested to say the least, staring in total wonder at each move i mad. when i tied the rope around the other ankle and started to slowly bring it back to the chair leg on it's proper side. she looked at me in total amazement, as if to ask,"were in the world do you come upp with these ideas."

alex

Wed Jan 28 13:11:01 EST 1998

another length of rope was wound around eileen's thighs and to the bottom of the chair. i cinched these off rather tightly. i looked at eileen in the eyes."i really thought that those big brown eyes of yours would look excellent over that type of gag. i didn't realize that they would look this good."by the look in eileen's eyes she didn't know if she wanted to kiss me or strangle me."one last piece of rope sis, and you should be done for a little while." eileen tried to say something but, it was totally uninteligable.i retreived a 4 foot length of rope and tied it around eileen's cloth wrists bindings.i then wound the rope around the lower horizontal rung of the chair. my little sister had her head turned as best she could and was watching these proceedings.when i slowly pulled the rope taut her eyes looked at me with a thousand questions.with every inch of tightness, eileen groaned a little louder. finally with only about a foot of very taut rope between her wrist and the chair rung i tied it off. i walked in front of my sister and stared down in amazement at the work of art i had created. eileen looked daggers at me. before me sat my a totalyy helpless 13 year old fox.brown eyes bulging over a too tight adhesive bandage gag, shoulders thrown back farther than they were ever meant to go. long perfect legs tied spread to their maximum endurance. her upper torso and waist secured with rope so tightly it looked like they were actually part of the chair.

alex

Wed Jan 28 13:50:59 EST 1998

tearing my eyes away from eileen. i turned my attentions to mary lee. i went over to the bed and whispered in her ear." remember when you stuck your tongue out at me, time to pay the piper" with that i helped mary lee to her feet. i took a 25 foot length of rope and started winding it around her chest and waist effectively pinning her arms to her body. i cinched off these ropes and helped her to lay back down on the bed. "guess what time it is mary lee??? "let me guess it's either ttime to let us go or it 's hogtie time" "put it this way sweety, your not going anywhere at this particular time".with that i tied the rope to her ankles and brought them up to her chest ropes. this would make the hogtie even more severe than eileen's as i had promised.

alex

Wed Jan 28 14:00:14 EST 1998

mary lee really grunted and groaned as i yanked the rope as tight as i could.eileen just looked helplessly on as i trussed up her best friend.after i had cinched the ropes closed.i took off mary lee's blindfold. she let out a very audible gasp when she saw what i had done to my sister.

alex

Wed Jan 28 14:07:33 EST 1998

....too make a long story short(yea right!!) since i had taken off mary lee's blindfold, i saw no reson not to gag her. she protested saying that i was breaking my promise not to gag her. i didn't see it that way. i had promised not to gag her as long as she was blindfolded. once that came off all bets were off about gagging. so i stuffed a wad in her mouth and cleaved another strip of cloth in her mouth to hold it in.my mom was due home within the next half hour and i needed time to relax, put things away, and "de-brief" my two playmates.

alex

Wed Jan 28 14:14:05 EST 1998

...i am still in the prossess of writing the "slumber party" story. although it is a true story' now that i am writing the facts down as best as i can recall them i realize that it is a straight up story. although it does feature 4 girls tied and gagged(see previous post for the "roster")if i want to stay truthfull(which i have so far)it might turn out to be kind of pedestrian.here's my idea....if i can get some good ideas on what you people would like to see happen in this story maybe i could embelish a little bit. kind of make it a group effort. just an idea....let me know....hopefully i am not breaking any rules with the group...if i am i'm sure our esteemed moderator will let me know...look forward to hearinf from you all ...alex

alex

Wed Jan 28 14:22:28 EST 1998

alex note.... hey folks;that pretty much ends this story. i am working on the"slumber party story". something occured to me though as i was trying to remember things of note about this upcoming story. i have so far been pretty truthful about my experiences.the slumber party story needs to be "helped along". although it does involve 4 girls(see previous post for a "roster")i thought that it might be cool to gett some ideas from the "experts"(you people). tell me what you would like to see happen in this story.i hope this doesn't break any ground rules for this group. if it does let me know. i just thought that it would be cool to make it a "community" effort..... thanks ..alex

alex

Wed Jan 28 13:37:30 Pacific Standard Time 1998

alex: I understand your desire to "embellish" your story a bit, but I think that what most of us like on this page is the fact that the stories are (like it says in big letters) "TRUE". Of course, there's no way to police this, but I think we'd all like to be able to trust each other on that.

I agree that what you suggest does sound interesting (I'd be willing to help!), but I don't think this is the place for it, that's all.

jeb

Wed Jan 28 14:57:16 Pacific Standard Time 1998


This is Tina again. I'm not sure where to begin. Maybe before I tell any stories, I should describe my early interests in being "tied up".

I know that, growing up, I was always especially interested in movies or TV show where the heroine got tied up. And, I think it was more important to me that it was the heroine than just a girl who was the hero's girlfriend, or something. Right from the beginning, I know I was imagining myself in these situations, and I guess I wanted to be the star of the show, not the co-star! I don't really remember a lot of specific scenes from movies or TV when I was young. I was too young to see "The Avengers" when it was first on, but when I finally saw it , there was no question that Emma Peel was sort of the character I always wanted to be: capable and in control, but always in trouble. By then, I was a teenager, and had lots of experience at getting "in trouble"!

I think being tied up was a little like riding a roller coaster: it felt scary and dangerous (and it was, a little), but was really safer than it felt (if you know what I mean). I also liked the look of it. If an actress on TV was tied up, I think she looked more exotic (not like I even knew that word at the time!) and mysterious. Maybe she looked more special, too- like someone wanted her around enough to keep her tied up. I guess it's hard to explain, but then a lot of us cant explain why we fall in love with a certain person or like a certain flavor of ice cream, either.

Tina

Wed Jan 28 15:05:55 Pacific Standard Time 1998

The first thing I really remember clearly was Nancy Drew. My grandma had some of the really old ones (blue hardcovers). The stories changed a little over the years, but it seems that if Nancy got tied up in one story, then it pretty much happened again even if it got rewritten later. Anyway, the reason I say about the old copies is that my favorite story was "Secret at Lilac Inn". If you see the one that is in the yellow hardcover (which I first had as a kid), you will see that there is a sketchy picture of Nancy in the beginning. She has a cloth tied over her mouth, she's not tied, and shes being grabbed by the hand by a bad guy. Nancy has a perm that looks like it's cemented in place and her face is drawn kind of crudely, and doesn't look very attractive. In the really old one, though, there's a neat black and white painting instead. Nancy is sitting on a couch. Her hands are tied behind her, and she has a white gag tied over her mouth. Her clothes and hair look mussed, and the bad girl is standing so we only see her back, looking at Nancy, and saying "So, you thought you'd be smart", or something like that. Nancy's eyes look all moody over her gag, and the picture really made an impression on me. I could really imagine myself in her situation, so I decided to try it.

Tina

Wed Jan 28 15:07:11 Pacific Standard Time 1998

I was probably seven or eight when My parents gave me a mirror for my birthday. It was kind of skinny but it was full-length (or anyway about five feet tall I guess). Now, instead of the little mirror on my vanity table, I had a mirror that would allow me to see myself from all the way across the room on my bed. I decided to try and tie myself up to see what it would be like, and to see what I'd look like. I got a pair of jump ropes and a scarf, and imagined that I was Nancy Drew, who had just been caught by some bad guys. I tied one jump rope around my ankles (the one with the bigger, clunkier handles). I then tied the scarf over my mouth. Right away, I knew that it wasn't quite right, cause it seemed like if I moved much it could slip right off (I've learned since that it can be done if someone knows how to tie it, but I didn't). So, I opened my mouth to tie it in there. It was funny to taste it for the first time, of course, but I also knew right away that it looked lots better. A scarf over the mouth could be just a bandana or something (like to keep your face warm), but when the scarf was inside my mouth, I knew it was there because the bad guys had gagged me. Now that was cool! It wouldn't really have kept me very quiet, of course (it would be a few years before anyone did that!), but it really worked for looking at in the mirror. I then took the other jump rope. I held the end in each hand, and just looped my wrists up into it, wrapping it around and around, until it was all used. It didn't really keep me tied, but as long as I didn't let go of the ends, it stayed on my wrists, and I was able to pull and tug as though I was completely helpless. I also would like to have been tied around my body (to a chair, maybe, or just lying on the bed), but couldn't figure a way to do this. For the next year or so, I would just tie myself up like this from time to time and daydream. I've heard people say that they had early sexual experiences this way.

Tina

Wed Jan 28 15:07:35 Pacific Standard Time 1998

One thing that didn't work completely for me about all this was the fact that I was alone. While I enjoyed pretending to struggle while all tied up, my favorite parts of the TV shows or books I read were always when the bad guys caught the heroine and tied her up. I knew that I wanted to try this with someone else helping me. I don't think I ever made any particular plans to steer any of our kids' games toward that, but, as you'll see in later stories, I definitely knew how to take advantage of the fact that lots of little boys (and even girls) enjoyed playing games where someone had to get tied up.

We'll talk again soon!

Tina

Wed Jan 28 16:09:28 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Part of one of my posts got cut off. Here's what's missing:

I've heard people say that they had early sexual experiences this way. I know I didn't (I remember the first time I really felt that way, and it had nothing to do with being tied, so I don't need to go into it here). Still, like I said, it did feel fun and exciting.

Tina

Wed Jan 28 19:16:04 1998


I checked yahoo, lycos, search etc and found
no mention of the Rope Handcuff Knot, even
though I searched several engines and links serveral times.
Could somebody please post the links to
The Rope Handcuff Knot (instructions, etc).

Sorry that this refers to an old subject (November archive I think) but this sounds interesting as I never heard of this knot before.
Thanks!

TC

Wed Jan 28 21:16:33 GMT 1998


TC,

the knot is at the address shown below.

It does work, it is fun, I have it.

https://members.tripod.com/~magicknot/ropehand.htm

Thu Jan 29 11:26:20 Est 1998

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to tell you that I have set up a new page for those of you who have "girls-tie-up-boys" stories to share.

Doug, Exacta, Jeff and JCL, you are more than welcomed to post your stories on my site!

I hope I will hear from you soon!

The URL to my site is:
members.tripod.com/~Canuck100

I would also like to publicly thank Bob857 who helped me set up my page.

Canuck100

Canuck100
members.tripod.com/~Canuck100
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Thu Jan 29 11:42:38 Est 1998

Oups! I made a small mistake in the URL. Here's
the right one:

members.tripod.com/~Canuck100/index.html

Canuck100
members.tripod.com/~Canuck100/index.html

Thu Jan 29 11:44:38 Est 1998

Oups again!

Well, the link doesn't seem to work, but if you type the URL in your browser, it will get you to my page.

Thanks...

Canuck100

Fri Jan 30 01:54:37 1998

Sorry it took so long to mail again but the thing is I was on vacation, and I did not check up on this page for a while. Anyway my last story was cut in half. It was on Jan 16. I don't really how my story was cut but it did. I continue by sayin that I had grabbed Julie in the dark and immediately clamped but right hand over her mouth. WE then made it to her room and I switched the lights on there. I threw her on the bed and quikly grabbed the tape she gave me. I managed to tape her bare ankles together. I ten told her that I was gonna tape her wrists together, and she gave that beautiful damsels in distress look continued with a pretended plea" Oh no , please don't tape my hands together". That turned me on like hell and I then pinned her face down to the pillow and grabbed her two wrists and taped them together. Once I was done, I turned her around and looked her in the eye and told her" You know what Julie, you talk too much".Yet before I gagged her I french kissed her on the mouth and told her "Its gag time lady". I tore a piece of tape and covered it over her mouth. She gave a sexy and sexual mmmppphhh under the gag. AS it is she started squirmin and strugglin on the bed. I told her that I wanted to get somethin to eat and I'd be back in 5 minutes. Goin to the kitchen, I grabbed a piece an apple and stared eatin eat for good 10 minutes before I came back to Julie's room. She was still on the bed and once she saw me she gave a huge mmmppphhh. I went and ungagged her and she told that she desperately needed to go the bathroom. Obviously pissed off that I didn't get to see her too long, I was forced to untie her and let her go to the toilet. She came back a minute later and told me that she was really tired. I had to say that I was tired as well and needed to wake up early next day to study for a Biology test( which I actually had). But before leavin she kissed me on the mouth and asked me to call her the next day. I then went back home alone in the night.
THats the story. It might

Sean
shade45@hotmail.com

What a great idea for a page! Well after reading everyone elses stories I feel it is high time I told my own. Like most of us, I was interested in bondage before I even knew what sex was. I remember watching the old "Adventures of Superman" on our old B&W Emerson TV as a kid, and growing strangly aroused at the sight of Lois Lane being bound and gagged by the bad guys in her skirt, hose and heels. I stared transfixed at the screen while she struggled aginst the rope, watching the light reflecting dull upon her stockings, her legs made more shapely in her high heels. Anyway, It was years before I understood my feelings, and even longer before I had a chance to put my longings into practice. After my senior year in high school, I got a job in a local department for the summer. I hoped to earn enough money to pay my first year of tuition at college and maybe have a little fun as well. While there were many women my age working there, my attention soon settled on an older woman. Her name was Carol, and she was one of the managers who worked the night shift. She was in her late thirties at the time, just divorced and, in my opinion, a knock out. She had a great body, perfect breasts, and long legs. She was not shy about showing her figure either. She nearly always wore a low-cut or tight-fitting blouse and skirts either at or above the knees. But what really hooked me was her attitude. She would openly flirt with all the young guys, never shying away from the sometimes smutty talk in the stockroom. As a part of the nightly ritual, she would have to make the rounds of the various department registers and collect the sales and make change every night. I noticed that she always paged me to accompany her, and one night I decided to ask her why. "Because I notice that you are always close." She said with a smile that made my heart miss a beat. "Well," I said, feeling bold, "How do you know I won't just grab you, tie you up and stuff you in a closet, take the money and run off to the Cape f Bayezid
Bayezid@aol.com

What a great idea for a page! Well after reading everyone elses stories I feel it is high time I told my own. Like most of us, I was interested in bondage before I even knew what sex was. I remember watching the old "Adventures of Superman" on our old B&W Emerson TV as a kid, and growing strangly aroused at the sight of Lois Lane being bound and gagged by the bad guys in her skirt, hose and heels. I stared transfixed at the screen while she struggled aginst the rope, watching the light reflecting dull upon her stockings, her legs made more shapely in her high heels. Anyway, It was years before I understood my feelings, and even longer before I had a chance to put my longings into practice. After my senior year in high school, I got a job in a local department for the summer. I hoped to earn enough money to pay my first year of tuition at college and maybe have a little fun as well. While there were many women my age working there, my attention soon settled on an older woman. Her name was Carol, and she was one of the managers who worked the night shift. She was in her late thirties at the time, just divorced and, in my opinion, a knock out. She had a great body, perfect breasts, and long legs. She was not shy about showing her figure either. She nearly always wore a low-cut or tight-fitting blouse and skirts either at or above the knees. But what really hooked me was her attitude. She would openly flirt with all the young guys, never shying away from the sometimes smutty talk in the stockroom. As a part of the nightly ritual, she would have to make the rounds of the various department registers and collect the sales and make change every night. I noticed that she always paged me to accompany her, and one night I decided to ask her why. "Because I notice that you are always close." She said with a smile that made my heart miss a beat. "Well," I said, feeling bold, "How do you know I won't just grab you, tie you up and stuff you in a closet, take the money and run off to the Cape f Bayezid
Bayezid@aol.com

CONT.. for the weekend?" She laughed and said "If you take me with you instead of stuffing me in a closet you may have a deal!" We both laughed and finished out the night, but I figured if that was not a green light, then nothing was. A few nights later, I noticed that Carol was dressed very sexy. She was wearing a tight fitting print top with a knee length, straight, black skirt, tan, sheer pantyhose and black pumps. I decided to make my move and arranged to be the last employee out of the store that night. I waited for Carol to come out and asked her if she would like to stop for a beer. She laughed and reminded me that I was too young to drink - which was true - but that she would buy a six pack for us at a near by package store if I would drive. I nearly died right there, but I kept my compuser and lead her to my old, trusty Ford LTD. After getting the beer, we returned to the store lot and parked in a dark corner, talking and listening to the radio. After a while I got up the courage to run my hand along her sexy legs, in an instant we became engaged in some heavy petting. It was then that I decided to go for broke. I reached back into my backseat and grabbed a few of the work ties that I used to take off and sling over my shoulder after work. I slowly reached down and pulled her sexy ankles into my lap. She looked concerned, but ready as I slowly bond her ankles with the tie. I then moved up to her knees, binding them as well. When I had finished, I lowered her legs and to my surprise and delight, Carol put her head back and with closed eyes, she began to lightly struggle as if to satisfy herself that she was indeed bound tight. Next I reached over and pulled her wrists into the small of her back, crossing and binding them tight. After more intense petting and kissing, I pulled her into my lap and with the final tie, I gagged her pulling it tight between her sweet lips. I will never, never forget it. Carol on my lap, mewwing and struggling all for me as my hands roamed over Bayezid
Bayezid@aol.com

sexy legs. I had my own bound and gagged Lois Lane at last. The rest of the story is...well..not appropriate for the page. But I will leave you a little tease by saying that this relationship went on all summer. There is more where this came from if anyone is interested. :)

Bayezid
Bayezid@aol.com

Thu Jan 29 22:47:46 1998

Bayezid, you're post got cut off, losing the whole middle of the story! PLEASE repost!

Doppelganger

Fri Jan 30 10:31:54 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Alex:

Whatever you decide to do about the "slumber party" story, I'm sure a lot of us would like to see you post an "epilogue" to your other story: personally, I'd love to hear how the "de-briefing" of your sister and her friend went.

jeb

Fri Jan 30 19:11:39 EST 1998

hi jeb...thanks for the interest; the "debriefing of the two young ladies was pretty much straight forward. after i untied them, they helped me clean up and hide all of the binding paraphenellia. we then went outside and had a coke together.(for some reason, both girls had very "dry mouth". go figure!!)as i recall they both acused me of being a bully.mary lee did admit that she had fun and would be a willing participant, the "next" time.( eileen did get up at one time during the conversation to refresh our drinks. i took the oportunity to talk one on one with mary lee.i told her that she could come over and "play", just her and me, if eileen wasn't in the mood.she just giggled, but, was pretty non-commital.

alex

Fri Jan 30 19:52:26 EST 1998

but, she did make a pint of giving me a rather nice hug, and peck on the cheek before she headed home for supper that night. in closing i should mention that mary lee turned out to be quite a bondage tease and learned to "play me like a fiddle" speaking in the bondage vain. ..like the time we had her over for dinner ...after the meal was over,my dad retired to watch t.v., my mom was busy cleanning up, i went to my room to finish homework. at one point i came down to get a pencil, or something of that nature. eileen and mary lee were still sitting at the dinner table, talking to my mom and about school, boys etc. etc....as i walked past the table, and with my mom's back turned, mary lee quickly grabbed a cloth table napkin and cleaved gagged herself while all the time looking at me right in the eye. i, very cooly, stubbed my big toe into a kitchen chair. the two girls almost keeled over with laughter. i vowed to get revenge on them. (and i did.....but, guess what???...that's another story.

alex

Fri Jan 30 20:06:00 EST 1998

...alex note.....i have been spending more amount of time on the computer than usual. the reason is, that i just had my knee operated on ( beleive it or not , it's the perverbial football injury that i should have had taken care of a long time ago. anyhow, i should be off work for another week or so. i plan on doing some more posting this week. i still want to hear your ideas on the "slumber party" story. i guess i just want to start a "thread". what would you guys (girls???) do with four young girls, alone at home, and dressed in baby doll nighties, etc..... i know what i did and i will post it real soon. please, help me out. let's put our heads together and collectively write a syory. Alex...out

alex

Alex, well... I'd

a) tie them back-to-back
b) tie them to a chair
c) make it where they had to squirm to get free

please, Make it as real as it was, but that's what I'd do.

no one

Sat Jan 31 03:02:40 1998

Is canucks site gone already? I tried to get there tonite...not found.

Jeff
https://members.tripod.com/~JR412/index-2.html

Regarding Alex's proposal:

That would be fine if this site promoted fiction...but the design is toward true experiences. I hope it remains true to that calling and does not become diluted with fantasy material.

2 + 2

Sat Jan 31 16:32:57 UTC 1998

This is my first experience of tying a girl *effectively*. Like most of the postings here, it happened when I was a kid. I was about 10, my friend Bob was 11 and his sister Jill about 12 (all names slightly obfuscated). Bob was a really close friend for several years; we were at the same primary school and were 'best friends' until his family moved away. Together, we used to do the usual sort of kids' things, we rode our bikes together, he taught me chess or we just watched TV together. With Jill around, we tended to be more boisterous and (yes, I'm getting to it) one of the games was tying each other up and seeing who could escape.

The rope we used was my Mum's old washing line. It was a smooth white PVC coated cotton rope about 5mm in diameter. It was also getting rather stiff and brittle and had broken in several places (which is why Mum had discarded it). The problem was that knots were quite difficult to tie securely - especially for small fingers. The upshot of this was that although Jill could tie Bob or me up quite effectively and inescapably, we could never do the same to her.

McA

Sat Jan 31 16:34:20 UTC 1998

Sat Jan 31 16:35:13 UTC 1998

This difficulty became the source of a certain pride on her part and frustration on ours. Jill was not, however, averse to us trying to tie her up from time to time and quite enjoyed showing off her escaping skills. The tie-up we used was a fairly standard as-seen-on-TV approach. We would tie Jill's wrists behind her back with a short length of rope, probably going round about three times and knotted off with a reef knot (square knot). We would similarly tie her ankles together and tie her legs just below the knees. Lastly we would wind a length of about 12 feet round her arms and chest and knot it off in front. She invariably managed to work her wrists loose within a few minutes and could then wriggle out of the arm binding and untie her legs.

After escaping, Jill usually demanded a return match and tied one or both of Bob and me up. One one occasion after doing this, she left Bob and me tied up in the back garden and went off to do something else. We worked hard at it, but could free neither ourselves or each other. Eventually Bob and Jill's Mum found us and untied us. She was aware of these occasional tying-up duels and was quite amused by the antics.

After seeing a tying up incident on TV (independently - we compared notes later), we concluded that a different technique might be more effective on Jill. Firstly, if we tied her to a chair, we would only have to work on one limb at a time. Secondly, we concluded that wool scarves might be easier bonds to use (a quick experiment confirmed that I could tie Bob's wrists with a scarf so he couldn't escape).

McA

Sat Jan 31 16:36:33 UTC 1998

As usual, Jill was quite willing to be the subject of our experiment, but was slightly surprised at the different equipment we proposed to use. We had found an old, rather battered chair in Bob's parents' garage. It was a heavy wooden dining-room chair with a somewhat broken cane seat. It had one arm, the other having been broken off years before. (Bob's father kept it as something to stand on while doing house maintenance jobs.) We had set it up in the old scullery to their house, which was used as a sort of extended back porch, containing gardening tools, Wellington boots and most of Bob's family's outdoor wear, including scarves. (I had also made sure I was wearing a scarf when I had left home that day.)

We sat Jill down on the chair. If I remember rightly, she was wearing quite a thick cotton dress with a wool sweater on top and wool tights (fairly standard winter wear for a girl in Britain about thirty years ago). We had discovered in earlier games, that although the PVC-covered rope we has been using was quite smooth, it could still cause some discomfort through friction and adjacent coils could pinch the skin quite painfully. Accordingly, we made sure that all skin at risk was covered by wearing gloves or mittens and in Jill's case, she generally also wore a pair of thick socks over her tights.

McA (3)

Sat Jan 31 16:37:38 UTC 1998

We started by tying a long scarf around Jill's waist and the back of the chair. It was long enough to go right round twice. We then tied Jill's right wrist to the chair's one remaining arm wrapping it round probably three or four times. Tying the other wrist was more problematic. As there was no arm that side of the chair, we had Jill's arm pointing straight down and tied her wrist to the vertical which formed both the back leg of the chair and the side of the chair's back. However, Jill was able to free that wrist immediately either by pulling her hand out of the loop of scarf or by wriggling it out of her mitten, leaving it behind. Because we were using wool scarves, we couldn't get enough tension on a bond like this to get it to hold.

It was at this point that Bob and Jill's Mum happened on the scene as she came in from the garden. While she took her coat off, she stopped long enough to see that we had a problem and then disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later she came back and studied the situation critically. She pointed out that if we also tied Jill's elbow to the side of the chair, then she would not be able to bend her arm to pull the wrist free. We did as she suggested, and it worked. Bob and Jill's Mum looked at the other arm and concluded that although it was more secure, Jill might still be able to get free following the same line of attack, so she took another scarf and tied Jill's arm to the side of the chair back, just above elbow level. Bob and I looked at each other; we weren't expecting another participant in the game.

McA

Sat Jan 31 16:38:35 UTC 1998

Bob and Jill's Mum then asked Jill to see how far forward she could lean and decided that the foot or so of freedom there could leave enough scope for Jill to wriggle her arms free. She rectified the situation by looping a scarf through the top rail of the chair back, which came just above Jill's shoulder level and passing the two ends of the scarf down in front of Jill's shoulders, under her arms, between the bars of the chair back and then knotted it beind Jill's back. This was clearly effective; Jill could not move her body or either arm at all now. Bob and Jill's Mum left the scullery again, going back into the kitchen and told us that she would come back to see progress later.

We turned our attention to Jill's legs. Our plan had been to tie her ankles to the chair legs. Because Jill was quite short for her age (only about 4'10"), her knees did not come right to the front of the chair seat, so any attempt to bring her ankles down to the chair legs would be painful. (She was also held back at waist and shoulder level, so she couldn't just slide her bottom forward on the chair.) We settled for just tying Jill's ankles together, even though we would have preferred her not to be able to kick. We had just done that when Bob and Jill's ever-helpful Mum came in again. She suggested that we have Jill cross her legs on the chair seat and tie them in that position, and then she went on her way out into the garden again. We untied Jill's ankles again and re-tied them with her legs crossed fakir-fashion. We discovered that Jill still had some scope for bouncing her bound ankles up and down and were wondering what to do when Bob and Jill's Mum came back. She took one look and tied one end of a scarf to the one encircling Jill's waist, looped it once round the bound ankles and tied it off to the rail that joined the front legs of the chair half way up.

McA (5)

Sat Jan 31 16:39:40 UTC 1998

The three of us concluded that we had now immobilised Jill quite effectively and stood back to admire our handiwork. Jill had been testing her bonds all through the tying process and was clearly making no progress. She appeared to be slightly annoyed at the prospect of not being able to escape. 'What now?' she demanded, 'I suppose you're going to gag me too.' Bob and I looked at each other - this hadn't occurred to us, but it seemed like a good idea. While Bob and Jill's Mum returned to the kitchen, Bob fetched a clean handkerchief and then cleave-gagged Jill with it. As a gag, it proved to be disappointingly ineffective, even though it looked just like the ones we had seen on TV. Bob went and asked his Mum for some advice and came back with a duster (in Britain a 'duster' is usually a thick, slightly fuzzy, cotton cloth about 18 inches square and almost invariably yellow for some reason). Folded diagonally and rolled up, the duster formed a satisfyingly thick cleave gag.

Bob and Jill's Mum came back at this point and nodded admiration at our gagging of her daughter. 'How about a cup of tea boys?' she said. As we turned to go into the kitchen, Jill started making muffled shouts from behind the gag. Her Mum ignored this but said, 'It's quite chilly out here.' and picked up her own knitted hat which she pulled down over Jill's head to below chin level. And we went off to enjoy our tea.

McA (6)

Sat Jan 31 16:40:40 UTC 1998

After about half an hour, Bob and I went back to free Jill. We found that she had managed to work the gag down below her chin, but she was still securely bound, still had the hat right down over her head and was now fast asleep! We gently woke her and untied her, thanking her for being such a good sport.

Tying up games involving scarves happened a few more times after that, sometimes also involving Bob and Jill's Mum. It never occurred to Bob or me to wonder just why his Mum was so expert at tying up. I guess I'll never find out now.

McA (7 - last part)

Sat Jan 31 23:04:16 Est 1998

Just a reminder...

If you have any "girls-tie-up-boys" stories, you can post them on my site at:
members.tripod.com/~Canuck100/

Thanks!
(and Jeff, I hope we will get to read your stories soon!)

Canuck