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Stories of Women Bound and Gagged

Comments from the people (November and December 1997):

The page was created November 1997.



I worked at the local Renaissance Faire this summer. It was a great way to earn a few dollars and spend weekends in the sun. If you have ever been to one you will know that there is always a set of stocks. If you hang around the stocks you will sureley see an attractive young lady restrained from time to time.

At our Faire we had a parade each afternoon with the King at the front and almost everyone else who was in costume and wanted to join in following behind.

There were a number of knights and a similar number of wenches in the parade. I dressed as a Nobleman and walked with the other Noblemen and many of the wenches, right behind a number of knights.

One of the nobles had two "captives", wenches who were tied and lead by ropes along the parade. I suggested that we do the same to a couple of the girls that I was walking with. They agreed readily. I tied a rope around the offered wrists of the first and was about to attache the other end to the other girl. She had seen that I had made a fairly good job of securing her friend's hands, in front and suggested that she would just hold the rope as though it was tied. I took the center of the rope and lead them in the parade. We repeated this on the second parade of the weekend.

During the week, before the next parades, I had plenty of time to think how we could do a better job next weekend. Clearly the "rope handcuff" was what was required.

For those of you who do not know this device I will take a moment and describe it:

The ROPE HANDCUFF is a simple knot that looks like a bow. As with any bow, pulling the free ends closes the loops and enlarging the loops pulls the long ends. The rope slides freely allowing the loops to be made larger and smaller.

The special feature is that, if the victim slips her hands into the loops of the bow, and then the trailing ends are pulled, closing the loops, the loops lock and the hands can not be removed without help.

The knot is not easy to tie but it is worth the effort. So over the week I invested the time to make five sets of rope handcuffs. (they take about four feet of rope and ten minutes each.)

The following weekend my two "captives" were ready and I showed them the special bows that I had made. I showed that the rope slide easily and said that I thought these would look great. They agreed. I pointed out that I had made five sets and so they persuaded three others to join us.

I suggested that while we waited for the parade, that they take the long ends and tie the ropes around their waists like belts. I said that this way they could just slip their hands into the loops when we were ready to march. They agreed. Some tied the rope at the front with the bow at the back, two of them tied them the other way round.

When time got close to march they all slipped their hands into the loops and I went to each in turn. A gentle tug on the waist ropes, away from the loops tightened the loops nicely, with no clue that the knots were locking.

We marched, the parade was just like it always was with lots of pauses and many watchers. We finished at the arena, ready for the jousting and the members of the parade started to disburse.

Only then did my captives discover that they truly were captives.

Mike_s
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Tue Nov 04 18:53:54 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Over the summer the local museum had CONCERTS IN THE PARK each Wednesday at noon. There were a variety of different types and I listened to one or two. One of the concerts was not exactly music. Actually it was not music at all, it was a magician. He was pretty good and was very good for the audience, which was mainly kids off school for the summer.

After about half an hour it was time for THE ESCAPE FROM THE JACKET OF DOOM. He asked for two helpers from the crowd, explaining that for this one he needed adults.

A couple of mothers went up on the stage with him. He had them stand on each side of him. He reached into his box of tricks and extracted a straitjacket. He passed it to the girl on his left and asked that she examine it, saying: "have you ever escaped from a straitjacket before?"

She replied that she had not but had always wanted to try. "Well, now is your chance" commented the magician, instructing her to hold her arms out straight in front of her as he took it from her.

He pulled it on her and had the other girl help pull it as far up her arms as they could. Then he instructed her to fasten the three straps on the back. Next came the crotch strap and finally her arms were strapped into place.

He then thanked the girl who had helped with the tying and sent her back to her seat. "now while our assistant tests the jacket for us, without further ado I will continue the show".

He then performed the rest of his show with her at the back of the stage. She did not struggle too much but you could certainly see her trying to get her arms up and past each other. The she was trying to wriggle out of the sleeves.

At the end of the show, he said to her "I guess this jacket tests OK. Shall I help you out of it?" She nodded and he unstrapped her.

Then he put his arms in and asked her to strap him in. She did. He then asked her to go back to her seat and said "this is how it should be done." He then escaped and ended the act

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Wed Nov 05 14:35:59 Mountain Standard Time 1997


Mike,

Please tell us more about the 'handcuff rope'. How is it tied, how secure is it, etc?



Thu Nov 06 15:27:19 Mountain Standard Time 1997

A little more about the ROPE HANDCUFF:

Yes, it is very secure, if made and applied properly. When you make it you do need to remove all slack from the knot in order that it locks securely.

The trick in the device is that the loops can be slide open and closed easily as long as the rope is pulled at the correct angle. This is why it can be demonstrated as easily slid before being applied. The knot is such that the long ends can always be pulled because they hang lose. Once the wrists are inserted they hold the rope so that the angle is wrong and the rope can not be pulled from that side.

Thus, if you understand how it works and can twist your wrists the right way you can escape. This is not obvious and so it can be applied and the victim will not escape.

At the faire the lose ends were tied around the waists. This has the effect of holding the wrists in such a place that the angles the ropes make are such that no amount of twisting will release the wrists. They must be slid open by someone else.

This is a GREAT PRACTICAL joke. You can show that the loops slide easily and then tie the girl without her realizing what is happening.

Mike_s


Thu Nov 06 15:35:31 Mountain Standard Time 1997


Total immobilzation using the ROPE HANDCUFF:

To understand what we did try sitting on the floor, pull your knees up towards your face and then put your hands together under your raised knees.

Mary sat like this and then I looped the ropes around her wrists and pulled the lose ends. The ropes locked holding her hands together.

The great thing is that with her wrists held there it was impossible for her to move her hands past her feet in one direction or past her bum in the other. Her knees being held bent prevented her from standing or even getting to her feet.

She could slide across the floor on her bum but that was about all. Eventually she rolled over onto her side and was unable to get up. This is escape proof.

The great thing about this is that the positioning of the wrists is such that it holds the rope at such an angle that the loops are locked.

mike_s


Sun Nov 09 10:32:44 Mountain Standard Time 1997

I read the ROPE HANDCUFF thing and the looked it up in the old magic encyclopedia. After about an hour I managed to make it. Tried it on my wife, it works very well.

We think that this is one of the best knots known since you can use it to tie her in a matter of seconds and untie her just as quickly. But it is completely escape proof as far as we can test.

Once we had made the first one it was easy to make more. The others took a few minutes each. We used these in a number of ways which I will post a little later.

van


Sun Nov 09 12:10:47 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Uses of the ROPE HANDCUFF:

We made four cuffs with the idea of trying them various different ways;

1) we did all the things that have been said here: in front, behind, tied to waist and in front and behind and the under knees

2) the under knees is difficult enough to actually apply that we changed it and placed the wrists under just one knee. This is just as secure but much easier to apply.

3) having made four cuffs we applied one set to her ankles, knees, elbows and wrists, both in front and behind - here is where we discovered the most interesting

4) my wife is not very flexible and her elbows do not touch easily in front and are way apart at the back. We discovered that just sliding the loops up her arms behind her back, just above the elbows and then tightening the loops was the most secure tie available. Even though in theory her hands were free she was completely unable to move her arms. Also because her arms were unmovable she could not even sit down since her hands were in the way.

5) we slipped the first loop up her arm as far as we could then bent her arm back so that her fingers were on her shoulder. The second loop was slipped over this wrist and the loops were closed. We repeated this for the other arm.

6) As 4) and 5) were not comfortable we tried lopp up above the elbow and then oposite wrist in the oher loop, holding her arms crossed. This works very well both in front and behind.

van


Mon Nov 10 11:00:20 Mountain Standard Time 1997

An interesting thing method happened to me once, at an evening lecture I was attending. I met an acquaintance, Ruth, in the lobby of the auditorium. She asked if she could sit with me and I of course responded that I would be honored.
Ruth is a slightly older woman but nonetheless attractive with a good figure. I had always thought her attractive, but not my type. She is single and dresses in a somewhat schoolmarm style.
On this evening, being after hours, and winter she was wearing a tweed skirt and polo-neck, thick knit sweater. The lecture was not particularly interesting and I probably would have left at the interval had I not been sitting with Ruth. Not being particularly interested my eyes wandered and I noticed that Ruth had folded her arms. The exact details were not clear but I could see that both hands were hidden and seemed to be inserted up the opposite arms to about elbow position. She had previously pulled her coat to her shoulders so I assumed that this too was a reflection of the coolness of the room. As the lecture continued I did notice her fidgetting and even looking at her own arms. I decided to invite her for coffee after the lecture. As everyone stood we
remained seated and I made my invitation, she accepted immediately, and then explained
that she had a slight problem. Apparently her ring had snagged itself into the knit of her
sweater and she could not free her arms. I suggested that this was not a problem as we
would take my car to coffee and she did not need to drive. Then being the gentleman that
I am, proceeded to help her get free. We had coffee and went home. We do see each
other as we always did, at professional conferences and the like but nothing ever
developed. I have often wondered whether I should have taken her to coffee before
freeing her, I do believe that she would have let me.


Dr L


Tue Nov 11 14:28:24 1997

Bob,
How about giving some detail as to how to tie the handcuff knot. I've only found 4 sites an the web about the handcuff knot and really can't figure out how to tie the blasted thing. Any help will be appreciated.

Joe Key
1tenor@msn.com


Tue Nov 11 16:40:15 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Joe,

As to tie the ROPE HANDCUFF - the answer is that it is almost impossible to describe. You really need to see it to understand how to do it. I am in the process of bringing up a page on the web where I will include diagrams of it at various stages of being tied.

I would be interested in the four sites that you found, could you post addresses here, please?

By the way, van and I both mentioned some ways to use it. I forgot one of the best, that we did at the faire:

The "witches tie", where the left wrist is tied to the right ankle and the right wrist to the left ankle. You just need to knots and this works very well. As with all cases of this knot, the victim does not realize how securely she is being tied until it is too late.

mike_s


I did some format clean-up to the next entry since the system divided it into parts. Be warned there is a limit to how much you can post in one go. This entry was too long

Tue Nov 11 16:57:47 Mountain Standard Time 1997


An Interesting Device

Not too long ago, while in San Diego, at a conference, I discovered a most wonderful bondage device. Six of us, who travelled together, went out for a rather nice meal by the water's edge.

After dinner we, being from inland, decided to take a short walk by the water, despite the fact that it was getting quite cold. I was walking and talking with Sherri, a rather attractive, petite, young woman in her early thirties. We had travelled together, with the others, to the conference, but had not met before that. The previous night she and I had gone to dinner together, alone, the others being tired and not hungry, so we knew each other better than the others.

We walked swiftly but it was certainly getting cool. Sherri decided to put her hands in her pockets to keep them warm. At this point I need to describe the dress that she was wearing, in some detail, for reasons that will become clear in a moment. The dress is of a firm, woven, wool fabric, printed with a large tan and black check. It is long sleeved and fastens down the front by a series of large, shiny, black buttons. It is tailored to fit, from the V-neck to its hem, slightly below the knees. There is a wide, patent leather belt and two large patch pockets in front, just below the waist. These pockets are the interesting part of the dress, as we discovered.

Each pocket is trimmed by a single button, matching those used down the front, which holds the pocket closed. Sherri discovered that the buttons made the entrance to the pockets too narrow for her hands and so she decided to open them. Because of their position, the speed that we were walking, and the fact that they had probably never been opened before, she found this difficult and said that we needed to stop for a moment.

She opened the left one quickly but had trouble with the right one and asked for help. I helped, and commented while doing so, that she would certainly need my help to close them once her hands were in. She agreed.

I opened the closed button and she inserted her hands in to their appropriate pockets. I started to re-fasten the button on the pocket, saying that this would keep her hands really warm. To my surprise she said nothing and allowed me to close the button. Then, she turned to offer the other pocket and I closed that one also.

What a wonderful design this dress is. The pocket buttons have been so well placed that the openings, once they are fastened, are wide enough to hold her wrists comfortably, but narrow enough not to let them escape. The fabric is firm and thick enough not to allow much movement of the trapped hands and fingers, and the style of skirt prevents those pockets moving far unless the dress is removed.

Without tying a single knot, fastening a single buckle or closing a single lock she was securely restrained.

What made, and continues to make, the whole arrangement so attractive is that she was completely comfortable, secure and the whole arrangement was apparently invisible. We walked on and caught up with the others and then back to the hotel. It seemed that no one else noticed her restraint, or chose to say nothing if they did.

I don't known Sherri's motivation, may be she really just wanted to keep as warm as possible, I do know that her predicament was attractive to me.

Back at the hotel we all entered the elevator to head for our own rooms. Charles pressed the buttons for our respective floors and I wondered whether Sherri would need my help. She said nothing and I started to imagine how she would help herself when she got to her room. The others got out on their respective floors and we headed up to the eighth and ninth where our rooms were. Still no comment.

At the eighth floor, my exit, I started to get out. Then, just as I said good night she spoke about her predicament for the first time. I saw her tugging at the pockets, to be certain that she could not escape and said, "Hey, you need to undo what you did to me, I can't move". As I stepped out of the door she followed me.

In the hallway, outside the elevator door, I said "Oh, I am sure that you don't need my help". She pulled, twisted and squirmed for a moment, and it became clear to us both that she was not going to escape without help, or damaging her dress. I reached down and opened the buttons, she thanked me, wished me good night and stepped back into the waiting elevator. We each went to our own rooms and have never spoken about that rather special dress again, despite seeing each other regularly at meetings.



anon


Tue Nov 11 22:58:31 1997

Mike,
The addresses I got came from a search on Excite. I don't remember if I used handcuff knot or rope handcuff. You can also try yahoo and www.search.com. Hope you get the page on how-to tie this knot up and running.

Joe Key
1tenor@msn.com


Thu Nov 13 21:05:18 Mountain Standard Time 1997

A couple of years ago my local amateur theatre company schedule arrived and I noticed that the third play of the season was 'What the Butler Saw'. Having seen this any years ago in England my first step was to the library to get the play. It is by Joe Orton. Yes, I had the right play.

I immediately joined the group, explaining that I wanted to help with props, stage management, etc.

They were very happy to have me. There are lots of actors, every one else wants to do the lights and so on.

Why was I so interested. If you see the play you will see that the action is with a rather crazed psychiatrist.

I should say that the play is a typical English farce so the girls get down to their underwear fairly quickly.

About half way into the play the psychiatrist manages to get two, yes two, half undressed girls into straitjackets. He even orders a third and is heard to complain, when he fails to get it applied, that he is going for a Hatrick - an English cricket term meaning three.

He also comments that putting your wife in a straitjacket is one of the few pleasures still left for a husband.

'having been warned about length I will send this and then continue...'

John


Thu Nov 13 21:13:47 Mountain Standard Time 1997

what the Butler Saw - part II

Since I had been with the crew for two previous plays by the time the Butler came up, I had drifted into the area of dealing with the portable props. I had also made a point of becomming great friends with the costume girl, Dixie. (Girl is not a great term, she has been with this group for 37 years.)

As soon as the previous show was over we started casting the Butler and also started the other preps, such as designing scenary, etc.

The matter of the SJs came up and it was suggested that we could rent the from a costumier. Well no one has them for rent. They could be purchased for $200-300 each, and we needed three. This would blow the budget. I suggested that Dixie could make them and that I would be happy to help.

Dixie and I met the following night to discuss this. Fortunately, she had only the vaguest idea about SJs but was a great seamstress.

Our SJs looked great. They were made of beige canvas and had leather straps everywhere. Fake leather but just as good. I had to provide the straps and so tool the lierty of adding a couple of extras.

Our versions had wrist straps so that Gale and Eileen (who later were cast in the parts) could not possibly get the arms out, even if the arms were not fastened. We also added a couple of loops on the back so that the arms could not slide up (as you have probably see done.) Finally, we added, in addition to the four straps on the back, some laces so hold them really tight and closed.

When they were nearly ready I suggested that we should have the girls over to try them on. Dixie thought this a good idea.

The girls came over to Dixie's assuming a typical costume try on. Dixie went to make coffee leaving the three of us in the dining room. The two girls said that they had just eaten and did not want coffee. They thought the garment looked great (we only had one on the dining table at this time.) Eileen said she wanted to be first. I suggested that Gale do

John


Thu Nov 13 21:45:43 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Part III - I got caught by the length anyway:

I suggested that Gale do the honors and she did, with a vengance. I would not have dared fasted those straps so tight, or the laces.

She was just tying off the laces when Dixie arrived with our coffee and the second SJ. Gale was very suprised to see the second one. I took it, held it up and asked her to put her arms out.

She did, I strapped her in. A couple of time Eileen who was watching with interest told me to pull harder, or tighter, which I of course did.

Once they were both dressed Dixie took some photos and then I suggested that the girls should test them while we drank our coffee.

They could not escape. In fact they could hardly move. After coffee they were released.

Next time, I will tell you the other thing that we did with the SJs before opening night.

John


Sun Nov 16 14:31:54 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Here I post a conversation between me and someone who saw a previous post from me on Brian's page:



>Hi,
>
>I just caught your response to my "magic" thread-bait on Brian's Page. I've
>just asked Brian if he's happy to let this one roll, as it's not movie
>related, but in the meantime I thought I'd keep things rolling via mail
.


I think we should move it to Bob's page, or yours! Actually I would
like to post your message and this reponse to Bob857 if that is OK with
you. Let me know if not!

>It sounds as if you enjoy your work.
Yes, I enjoy my work although I no longer perform much. These days I
manufature illusions for others. When I do perform it is for old times
sake, to keep my hand in, or to try a new illusion.

>I won't ask how the tricks are done;
Actually you can ask. In some cases I will even tell you. My rule is
that if is in fairly readily available books then the secret is out.

>I'll just watch Penn and Teller to find out , but what does intrigue me
>is the audience participation in say, your "Four Keys" routine. Do the
>cuties queue up willingly, do you have to drag 'em out of their seats and
>how do they react when on stage?
I personally never ask for volunteers really. I may use the words but I
actually chose very carefully. Once you know what you are doing you can
tell who wants to help and who does not. Often the volunteer will
protest but you can tell if this is real or not. If you pick carefully
they like the attention.

>I remember once watching a guy stage an
>escapologist routine at a party. He snapped a set of cuffs onto a girl who
>was pretty mad when he claimed to "have forgotten the key". She had to
>wander around like this for around half an hour until the key was "found".
As I say, she may have seemed to be mad but probably really liked the
attention. If not, he was a fool not to let her lose.

>Once freed, she stormed off, but around a couple of hours l

jason a
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ajayson@hotmail.com


Sun Nov 16 14:47:46 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Part 2 - the system GOT ME! -

>Once freed, she stormed off, but around a couple of hours later, they
were
>together, and she was trying on the cuffs for size!
>
>

I do remember one night, a very long time ago, when I was performing at
a private party and so I chose the hostess as my volunteer. I tied her
in the "reverse Jacobi tie", which I can explain if you need. She
immediately started an uncontrollable cough. So bad in fact that there
were tears etc. Turns out that she was claustrophobic and this was her
response. She was so agitated that we had trouble untying her. Now, I
always carry scissors.

jason a
ajayson@hotmail.com

I moved some posts from here to https://members.tripod.com/~bob857/offsubj.htm since they were off subject but I did not want to just disard the great work of the poster. I do not guarantee so support that page. Please not the subject matter for this page at the top
Wed Nov 19 09:07:13 1997

Hi again. Thanks for the supportive response to my last post. Here's another. One afternoon, after going to a street fair, I suggested to my girlfriend I felt like kidnapping her, if she did'nt mind. I think it was her outfit that turned me on. She had one of those shorts/top outfits that are of the same floral pattern, white socks and white Keds walking shoes (I dig the outdoorsy, leisure look -- it's kind of innocent and sporty!). So I hid behind the door of her bedroom, and she waited outside for a moment, then opened the door and came in. I grabbed her (firmly but gently!), clamping one hand over her mouth, and with the other, grabbing one wrist and pulling it behind her until I could grab the other wrist with the same hand. "If you make a sound, you'll wish you had'nt!", I snarled (I know it sounds hokey, but we playact a lot!). I then reached into our bag a rope, and grabbed some soft white rope we have (you get it off the spool at the hardware store). Crossing her wrists behind her, I lashed them together first across, then up-and down, so the rope looked like a "+" against the "x" of her wrists. I then ordered her to put her feet together, and tied her ankles with a 4' piece of the same rope. I finished up by taking a clean white washcloth, folding in into a rectangle and pushing it between her teeth, and tying it in place with wide strip of white cloth. She has curly auburn hair, so this kind of gag makes her look kind of harried, with hair kind of popping out above and below the white band of cloth. I told her to hop onto the bed, as we were going to have some fun, and at that time, she decided to try to escape. She turned, and started hopping down the hall pretending to scream for help. Since she didn't want to fall, she made small hops, but did them very fast! The jiggling of her clothes, hair, etc., and the sound of her going "HLLPHH! HLLPHH!" was a real turn-on. I caught her and threw her over my shoulder, and carried her back to the bedroom. To add to the

b


Wed Nov 19 09:37:17 1997

Part 2 (sorry this is taking so long, I'm almost done!)
To add the the effect, she continued to squirm and protest through her gag ("NFFF! HHMMPH! HLLPHFF!). Please understand we do not abuse each other. If she is uncomfortable, she has a 'safe sound' to use which means I stop and untie her immediatly, no questions asked! I carried her into the bedroonm and flopped her on the bed, and we brought things to a mutually satisfying conclusion. I'll leave it at that, because this is a classy site. I hope you all enjoyed this. If you like, I'll be back in a week or so with another of our experiences. Thanks.

b






Thu Nov 20 20:09:58 Mountain Standard Time 1997

since you ask:

The "reverse jacobi tie" is as you may guess, a reveresed version of the jacobi tie. In the illusions that I do, when I use this tie, it works as follows:

Take a six yard length of rope. Have the volunteer hold it with her arms outstretched and a little above waist height. She should not hold it at the ends but so that the trailing ends just touch the floor. (This will give about three feet on each end. ) Tie square knots with the rope around her wrists. (She is completely free with lots of rope to spare.)

Have her step over the rope, as though she is going to skip, so that the long section between her hands now lies on the floor behind her. ( still completely free.)

Have her fold her arms behind her back pushing her left arm as far round her right side as she can, and vice versa. Her hands should be visible at the oposite sides, from the front.

Now take the rope that is still hanging behind her and lift it over her head. It now lies in a heap on the floor in front.

jason a
ajayson@hotmail.com


Thu Nov 20 20:19:46 Mountain Standard Time 1997

part 2 of the reverse jacobi tie method:

Here is where you need to be creative with the spiel, if you do not want anyone to realize what is going to happen, especially the volunteer:

Take the lose rope from the front and the trailing ends from each wrist and pull them tightly to the front of her waist. There will be four lengths of rope, the double thickness of the linking rope and the two training ends.

Pull this as tight as possible and hold in one hand. The make a loop of the four ropes and pass the ends and the center of the link through this loop. Slide the loop to the other hand, that is at the waist. Massage out any slack and the volunteer will not be able to move.

The knot that you have just made is at the front of her waist. There is no way her hands can get there. The ropes tied to the wrists are can not be untied since both ends of the knots emerge and are tied in this knot at the front. The arms can not move up the back, physiology stops this with folded arms. They can not move down since the waist rope acts like a belt and stops this.

Actually this is so good that two girls can not even untie each other since their arms are held so that there hands can not get close and being crossed there arms lose all coordination.

Have fun!

jason a
ajayson@hotmail.com


Sat Nov 22 14:32:33 PST 1997


Hello all... This is my first time posting, so let me just say this is a great idea for a page. Can't believe someone
didn't think of it sooner! Just a few short years ago, I figured I was pretty alone in this fascination. S&M has
been almost mainstream for years, but the leather wearing studded whip atmosphere never really appealed to
me as much as pretty women just tied and gagged with rope and scarves. Then I discovered Harmony
magazines and the internet shortly therafter. Now there seems to be an explosion of info from people who feel
the same way. Guess I'm not so unique after all... =)
Anyway, I started tying up the little neighbor girl when I was a kid. We always played games that ended with
her tied, then escaping, then caught and re-tied. I still wonder if these games had any lasting affect on her like
they did me. After repressing these desires thru most of my teens(although the same neighbor girl did end up
in my handcuffs once or twice when we were about 14...but that's another story), I've been lucky enough to
have tied up almost all of my girlfriends, and even had a few long term relationships where our sex lives
regularly included bondage.
To be continued...

Will
blip40@hotmail.com


Sat Nov 22 14:35:24 PST 1997


Continued...
One of the coolest experiences was one that brought me right back to the innocent bondage play of my childhood. I was in a relation with a woman about 10 years older than I. She was 35(women in their late 20's and older seem to go for the bondage more, but that's another discussion), and just a lovely woman. She was the best bondage girlfriend you could ever ask for. I found out the extent of her enjoyment of the ropes one day as I was tying her into a hog-tie when I heard her talking under her breath. This went on for a while as I was busy tieing her elbows, knees, winding rope about her body and such. Eventually I gagged her and she continued to murmur and mmmpph behind the gag. Later, after I had released her, we were lying together and I asked her what the mumbling was about. Somewhat embarrassed, she told me she was fantasizing about being a spy caught by the enemy and being tied up and interrogated. She had the whole scenario totally thought out and just enjoyed the game for herself. I thought that was awesome. Aren't women wonderful?

Once again, great page. Enjoy!

Will
blip40@hotmail.com


Sun Nov 23 13:49:28 Mountain Standard Time 1997

more on "What the Butler Saw":

As I mentioned, the SJs were a great sucess, even Gale and Eileen though that they were a hoot.

One of my jobs was to take flyers to all the local merchants so that at least a few people would come to the play. Various other members of the crew would assist and usually two or three groups of us would go down-town and do this a few weeks before.

I suggested that Gale and Eileen should join me and wear their special jackets. To my amazement they agreed. We got a great deal of interest, as you can imagine.

When I got home that evening there was a message on my machine from the local paper, wanting to interview the girls and take pictures. The following day we went to the paper, with the already "dressed".

We made the front page. This play was a great sucess but most interestimgly, instead of the usual 40-50 people per show, we had sell-outs every one of the eight performances.

Does this tell you something?

john


Thu Nov 27 14:28:02 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Hi folks.

For some reason the page went away for a day or so and I had to re-load it. Anything that was addeded between me making the copy and re-loading is lost. If you sent something in that time, SORRY!

I have no idea what happened.

bob857
bob857@hotmail.com


Fri Nov 28 11:48:59 1997

When I first met Judy, I'd dropped the usual hints ("One of these day's I'm just gonna kidnap you and keep you for myself). After a date one night, we were sitting in my loft watching TV...and arguing about what to watch. When my back was turned, she kept changing the channel. Finally, I said, "Am I gonna have to tie you up to watch TV in peace?" She grinned and said, "You can always try." Now, I should point out that I'd been planning this. So I calmly got up, went over to my desk, and pulled out the rope that I'd stashed there. Judy said, "Oh, you really thing so, huh?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, I do..."
To be continued

Doppelganger


Fri Nov 28 11:48:59 1997

Part 2
I tied her wrists together in front her with a long piece of rope, knotted it, and used the excess to loop around her body, holding her arms flat (I'd have preferred arms in back, but it was her first time...). Next I crossed her ankles, tied them, and then looped a third rope around her knees. She said, "I can't believe I let you do this," to which I replied "You talk too much." So I popped and hankie in her mouth and looped a thin strip of white cloth between her teeth to hold it. Then I picked her up, carried her to the bed, and we watched TV (MY show, of course), with my arm around my bound beauty.

Doppelganger


Sun Nov 30 16:49:54 Mountain Standard Time 1997

I recently had a case in the local small claims court. The session was held on a Wednesday evening and there were four cases that evening. (By the way, I was the one bringing the case, and I did win.)

Of the four cases, two did not arrive, but I was second anyway and had to sit through the other case. Actually I wanted to since it would give me an idea of how things worked.

The case was between a man who had had his car repaired, or not, and the owner of the repair shop. The repair shop was apparently a family affair run by two brothers and their wives.

The man whose car had been repaired got to go first. The two brothers and their wives kept interrupting. The judge got very upset with them. Eventually she told them that they would be found in contempt if they interruoted again.



Sun Nov 30 17:32:08 Mountain Standard Time 1997

small claims court - part 2

They continued to interrupt. The judge ordered the balif to take the woman into custody and she was led away.

This did tend to get things a little more controlled. However, a few minutes later they got to a point where they needed some testimony from the woman who had been taken away. The second balif left the room and returned with the first woman and the other balif. The woman was rubbing her wrists. I had not thought of it before, but obviously she had been handcuffed.

The judge explained to her that she could stay and the contempt would be dropped if she would keep quiet. At this point the other woman started:

"you can't treat us like this....".

"I can, I have great power in this court. Contempt is very serious", said the judge.

"but you can't handcuff us and send us to jail just for talking" said the second woman.

"Yes I can, I can even have you gagged if I", said the judge.

"I'd like to see you try".

continued....



Sun Nov 30 17:39:05 Mountain Standard Time 1997

small claims court 3:

As you may guess, the judge obliged. She instructed the balif:

"cuff both those women and gag that one".

The balif looked as shocked as everyone else. They cuffed the two women, in their seats, hands behind, and then one of them stepped out for a moment.

He returned with a piece of cloth and was about to tie it around the woman's face when the judge said. "No, get some tape"

He did, she was taped. Actually he wrapped the tape right roud her head several times.

The case cintinued. To no ones suprise the repair shop lost. Then the judge hear my case. I also won.

After my case was over she asked the women whether they wanted to appologize and have her drop the contempt charges or whether they wanted to go to the county lock up.

The ungagged woman appologized and the other one nodded. They were released.

continued...



Sun Nov 30 17:44:23 Mountain Standard Time 1997

small claims - part 4

Two things are interesting to me about this:

1) It was a woman judge. Could a man have got away with this?

2) The tape they used was that tan colored package tape. They tried to unwrap it but could not find the end so they cut it off her. It stuck badly to her hair and she complained a great deal as they pulled it away,



Mon Dec 01 18:19:38 Eastern Standard Time 1997

To Will:

How did you tie up the little neighbor girl, and how did you tie up your girlfriends? Do you remember any details? I'd really like to know details, if you wouldn't mind providing them.

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net


Mon Dec 01 18:32:50 Eastern Standard Time 1997

I have a story myself to post:

When I was a kid in early/mid 6th grade, there was this one pretty girl whose mother used to babysit me on days my parents were not home. Her house has a clothesline in the backyard with a rope on it, and later I told the girl that it would be fun to tie her up and see if she can escape. So she stood in front of the pole to the clothesline and I told her to put her hands behind her back and tied them together with the rope. There was not enough rope to tie her bare feet, though, so I tightened the rope around her hands, making her cry out in pain (but I didn't loosen them, though), and left her like that. I then said she could try to get free. She struggled for a long while and I stood there watching her, enjoying it, until she got her one hand loose and struggled to untie the other. She commented on how good I was at tying ropes as well. Eventually she got free, and later we did this several more times, and even her younger sister (1-2 years younger) wanted to get in on the fun.
So I also did the same to her.

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net


Tue Dec 2 16:31:26 MST 1997

What follows may well seem like fiction. It is even written in the third person. It is, however, absolutely true. Some details have been left vague to protect the innocent (and the not so innocent.) If there is interest, I may post again. As all of my bondage experiences have occurred while "on the road", I have opted to call myself The Traveler.

The Traveler was sitting by himself, having failed to secure an upgrade for the female colleague traveling with him. This had him more than a little upset in as much as he had carefully laid the groundwork for some bondage games during the flight with this companion. He had never tried playing games in this setting before. But, oh well.

Moments before scheduled departure, a very attractive dark-haired woman claimed the empty seat by the window beside him and to his initial discomfort, shot him what in another era would have been called "come hither" looks. At first he ignored her, but after a few minutes, once the plane was airborne and the looks continued, he decided that if she wanted to play games, so be it. However, he would choose the game to be played.

After some preliminary conversation, he had realized that she would be a likely candidate for some bondage games. Therefore, he decided to set her up since she both seemed responsible for the collapse of his previous plans and seemed interested in playing some serious games. He proposed a bet, which in his estimation she was likely to lose. The stakes were thirty dollars cash to her if she won, and surrender of some item on her person not indecent to be without until arrival at the destination if she lost. As the woman had little money (he had learned from her that she was in her mid 20s and she was up front only because daddy, whom she was going to visit, was an airline employee) the upside seemed irresistible and she promptly accepted it.

As expected, she lost the bet. As the Traveler was pondering aloud what to take from her, she pointed out that the only things she h

The Traveler


Tue Dec 2 16:45:57 MST 1997

Tue Dec 2 16:45:57 MST 1997

(Continued-I got caught by the limit, sorry!)
As expected, she lost the bet. As the Traveler was pondering aloud what to take from her, she pointed out that the only things she had on her person were her dress, bra, panties and shoes. She even offered the Traveler a glance down the front of her dress to verify her words. Given the terms of the wager, he chose her shoes. She removed her black, two-inch heel pumps and placed them on the floor in front of her seat. He took them and to her chagrin placed them in one of the overhead bins. Having her shoes out of her control was somewhat unsettling to her, as it was meant to be.

He now offered her another wager. She would get her shoes back immediately if she won. He then pointed out that if she lost, there was nothing more he could ask her to give up without getting into indecency. So he proposed that rather than remove anything else, he take something that would not require an actual transfer, specifically her freedom for half an hour. After asking what this meant, and being told that her ability to move would be physically limited, somewhat to his surprise, she agreed.

Once again, as expected, she lost the wager. He then proceeded to collect payment. He had a number of plastic cable ties with him as a result of his now aborted plans for his colleague. He took one of them and having crossed her bare ankles, he secured them with the tie. He then had her shift in her seat so that her back was towards him, crossed her wrists behind her back and fastened them with another tie. And so she remained, barefoot and with her wrists and ankles crossed and bound, for the agreed upon half-hour. For part of the time, while the flight attendants were offering drinks, he covered her with a blanket so that her situation would not be quite so obvious. The remainder of the time she wiggled her hands and feet prettily as she fruitlessly sought to free them. Conversation during this interval revealed that she had played

The Traveler


Tue Dec 2 16:51:56 MST 1997

(Continued-I'll get the length right yet!)
...bondage games with her ex-husband. More surprising was that she had consented to play now, despite some negative experiences with her ex. She said that given the location and the agreed upon restrictions, it did not seem threatening. After all, if she made a scene, where could he go?

Following the half-hour he cut the bonds at her wrists and ankles releasing her, but her shoes were not returned, even temporarily, until “the plane was parked at the gate and the fasten seat belt sign had been turned off”. This was crueler than it might seem, as anyone even passingly familiar with the usual state of aircraft lavs will understand. Upon preparing to debark as the Traveler handed over her shoes she thanked him for making the trip pass quickly and remarked, truthfully, that she was the most fun a guy could have while remaining faithful to his wife. The Traveler's colleague, seated in coach, never knew what had transpired (unless she reads this page and can figure it out several years after the fact).
END

The Traveler


Thu Dec 4 11:35:27 CST 1997

To the Traveler, what were the wagers that the nice lady on the plane lost that allowed you to tie her up? Glad also to see other people using tie wraps to bind hands and feet.

Joe Key
1tenor@msn.com


Thu Dec 4 15:12:34 MST 1997

Joe Key,
I prefer to avoid details to preserve my anonymity. Suffice it to say that any wager which appears to give the taker a reasonable shot at winning will suffice. I prefer wagers that rely on the taker's own abilities or skills, rather than on chance outcomes.(Examples which I have not used are the ability to untie a knot in 30 seconds or to remember a sequence of words.) As a result I do lose reasonably often, but I know it's a fair wager (usually). In this case although fair,the object of the wager was quite difficult, and I was reasonably sure she would lose.

The Traveler


Sat Dec 06 23:18:04 1997

I would love to read stories of any real life tv anchorwomen or women reporters bound and gagged

b-man


Thu Dec 11 16:43:40 Eastern Standard Time 1997

Anyone got any childhood/teenhood experiences of when they tied someone up? I posted mine, but how about others? In fact, noone seems to be posting anything at all in recent days!

Also, please tell as many details as possible. Details would be great.

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net


Fri Dec 12 11:17:16 Mountain Standard Time 1997

We were just going to spend a casual evening, taking a walk along the beach and then
back to her place for a night-cap and to watch a movie. It was already dark, and a little
chilly when I picked Jane up. She was wearing blue jeans and a white tee-shirt. As we
made our way towards the door she collected a pink sweater cardigan and placed it over
her shoulders. I noticed, but thought little of the fact that the sleeves were in-side-out,
that is they were pulled through themselves and hung inside. She fastened the top button,
as women do when they are wearing a cardigan as a cape, and we started on our walk.

It was cold, and I noticed her fasten the next two buttons. By the time we stopped to admire
the ships in the distance she had fastened all the buttons, right down to her knees, it was a
long cardigan. Her arms were trapped inside, held snugly to her sides by the soft, thick
knitted fabric. While she could escape at any time it would take a moment to open those
15 buttons. I have since counted them. I did not know her motivation, may be she was
just cold and trying to keep warm, may be she liked the feeling of being constricted or
may be she wanted to see how I would react.

We turned to each other and I
took her in my arms and we kissed. She made no attempt to free herself and seemed to
enjoy her constriction as much as I did. We walked home with my arm around her bound
shoulders. When we got home we continued to embrace until I eventually un-buttoned
her. I commented that these had been the best kisses ever and we watched the movie.



Mon Dec 15 20:34:16 Mountain Standard Time 1997

Hey guys,

Saturday night we went to a MADRIGAL FEATSE at the college. Songs for xmas and things, done in the old time way. They had decorated the ballroom as a castle and there was a King, Jesters and things. Of interest here was the MAIDEN'S FIDDLE.

I missed the start of this part of the entertainment but the Jester had a couple on stage with him. They were celebrating their honneymoon. The exectioner arrived on stage carrying the fiddle. It was a large board about three feet long, about an inch and half thick and varied in width. It was shaped somewhat like a violin, hence the name. It had three holes. The largest one was in the widest part, like the body of the violin and the two others were spaced towards the neck. Turns out that it was a portable pillory. The executioner opened it. Put the large hole over the brides neck and put her hands in the others. He then closed it and locked it with a large lock. Her hands were held in front of her and she could not move.

After a few minutes he was going to remove it but the groom said to leave it on. WHich they did for a few minutes mire till she clearly became angry.

I wish I could describe it better. May be someone who writes better than me and knows what it is can describe it.

It made the evening well worth while. The food was poor, the music OK and the commedy boring.



Thu Dec 18 12:50:29 1997

When I was about thirteen, my family traveled to another state to visit our relatives. While at an aunt's house, my younger sister Jenny (about 10 at the time) and our cousin Kim (she was closer to 12) went into the backyard to play. My aunt had a very large backyard sloping away from the house. Noticing the girls playing near a large tent that had been set up earlier, I decided to sneak up on them and scare them. Jumping out from behind a tree, I gave them quite a shock, but then they decided that turn-around was fair play. They chased me around the yard until I was able to pull away and run into the tent. For a reason still unknown, there were quite a few lengths of rope on the floor in the tent. As the girls closed in, I grabbed the rope and jumped out of the tent and threatened to tie them up. They quickly realized that this fight was two-to-one in their favor and chased me back into the tent. Not wanting to spoil the fun, with minimal fight I allowed them to tie my hands. I feigned a yell for help, which prompted Jenny to clamp her hand over my mouth. At that point Kim said she would be right back, and ran quickly to the house. As the girls had not done a thorough job of tying me, I freed my hands and wrestled my sister to the ground. As I was quite a bit stronger, I managed to wrestle her arms behind her back and quickly loop a rope around her wrists. I also tied her ankles and knees together. Wanting to spring a trap on Kim and realizing that I had nothing to gag Jenny with, I convinced her to stay quiet with the threat of hog-tying her. . Before long, Kim dashed into the tent expecting to find me still helpless on the floor. Instead I grabbed her and, after a short struggle, was able to tie her hands tightly behind her back. It was only then that I realized what Kim had gone to the house to get. Lying next to her were two large white handkerchiefs. Upon inquisition, she admitted that one was for a blindfold and the other was for a gag. It's funny how sometime

JCL


Thu Dec 18 12:55:28 1997

It's funny how sometimes thing work out better than you could have ever planned them. I finished tying up Kim's ankles and knees with additional rope and folded the handkerchiefs. Among cries of "What are you going to do with that?" I made my way behind Kim and pulled the white handkerchief over her mouth. I made sure that the gag was very tight as I tied the knot behind her head. Jenny, realizing she had been duped, started to object that she was already being quiet when I tied a gag over her mouth turning her protests into "mmmppphh's". Each girl struggled for while and Jenny was able to slip the gag off her mouth - after which I simply replaced it even tighter. I admit that white handkerchief over-the-mouth gags are not the most effective, but I have always thoroughly enjoyed the way they look (even to this day they are my favorite - anybody else's too?). I think Kim either didn't mind the gag or she enjoyed playing along because she simply struggled and mmmpphhed. I left them there for quite a while before releasing them to threats that they would get even - but that's another story. I think that set a trend as a lot happened that particular trip - to my chagrin. :)

JCL (cont'd)


Thu Dec 18 13:04:33 1997

Jazz411 - It looks like it is up to me and you as all the other readers must be too chicken. I know I've got lots of stories - I was pretty good at provoking things. I'm willing to share if all the rest of you are. Come on guys - let's crash Bob's space with all the stories.

P.S. If you need some time to compose your story, try writing it in a word processor in a separate window and simply copy parts to the "comments" section of the posting area. Just be careful - the "comments" space will take more than will post to the page. It sure helped me being able to write my story off-line first.

JCL


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my earliest bondage experience happened when i was 13 years old.i was watching t.v. with ny younger sister eileen(age 11). the show we were watching was called "the f.b.i."in this particular episode martin sheen played the bad guy who kidnaps a secretary and ties her up in a warehouse.(she is a very pretty blonde and is also tightly cleaved gagged). i had always wanted to tie up a girl,although i didn't exactly know why.then all of a sudden it hit me like a ton of bricks....here sitting before me was a girl, available, and maybe even willing.it took me about 5 or 10 minutes to work up the nerve to ask her(even though she was my little sister,and we had a fairly good relationship, i cared what she thought of me, and didn't want to appear too weird in her eyes.when finally i did ask, she very flatly said "NO WAY". i was too far gone by now and had to lower myself to a little begging. when that didn't work, bribry did. i agreed to pay my 11 yea old sister $3.00, if she would let me tie and gag her.eileen was very shrewd for a girl her age. she said "you could tie me up, but, you are not putting a rag in my mouth." i had to part with another dollar before she agreed to the gag.quickly(i was scared to death that she would change her mind at any moment)i ran to my fathers room(he was a suit and tie buisnessman and retreived a bunch of his ties.luckilyat this time no one else was home, but i was expecting my mother in the door within the next half hour. when i got back to eileen she was sitting on the floor with a real apprehensive look on her face.working quickly(again, she could go back on the deal at any moment)i instructed her to stand up and put her wrists behind her.

alex


Thu Dec 18 15:05:18 EST 1997

eileen protested, that her hands should be tied in front, and that there was no reason for the "behind the back thing".after refreshing her memory, on who the bill payer ws she reluctantly agreed.... at this point i guess i should describe how my sister looked in those days long dark hair, tall for her age, long limbed, i guess she was in pretty decent shape, but ,she WAS my little sister and there was nothing sexual about this "cowboy and indian"type of game.eileen was dressed for bed in a short baby doll nightie(this was the early seventies.) so working quickly( my mom was due home soon),and after two false starts i managed to snuggly tie her wrists behind her. at that time when i told her to go sit on the couch something came over me. i relly felt that i was in charge(especially when eileen immediatly went and sat on the couch when i told her to.) i grabbed another tie and tightly tied her ankles together.(the ties were very soft so i really wasn't too worried about hurting her. besides, she was wearing those little white ankle socks with the lace on them, so her ankles were pretty well protected.

alex


Thu Dec 18 15:23:17 EST 1997

my only experience with "tying up" at this point in life was from browsing the magazine racks once a month and looking at "detective" magazine covers, and t.v. shows like the f.b.i. and girl from u.n.c.l.e.. i remembered seeing a girl on one of the mag. covers with her knees bound so i grabbed a tie and did this to eileen. she got kind of mad and stated that, "there is no reason to tie me up like i am a criminal or something."i shot back that i didn't think of her as a criminal but, i did view her as a kidnap victim.to my releif eileen grinned and said that "now i know what it,s like to be kidnapped."...i had a boyscout, yellow neckerchief ready for the gag, and after promising to tie it loosely in her mouth i proceeded to break my promise and tie it on the tight side of things.( hey, i wanted my moneys worth out of this game, and besides, i was feeling rather "villionly".

alex


Thu Dec 18 15:36:52 EST 1997

my little sister actually took it like a trooper. and only gave me a wide eyed, but,precious look.
so there i was, the "kidnapper", with an 11 year old girl dressed in a short nightie, bound and tightly gagged and at my mercy. unfortuneatly this was my sister, so it wasn't as good as it could be. still, i was rather pleased with myself. eileen tried, but could not struggle loose.i look back on that particular tie up and wonder what it would have been like if i knew about hog-ties and elbow cinches.probably just as well. anyhow, i had to release eileen, after thanking her for the "cooperation." i managed to get two promises from her that day

alex


Thu Dec 18 15:45:57 EST 1997

#1 promise was that she would never tell anyone about what we did that night( i still felt like i was the only one in the world who felt this way about ropes and the female species.) promise #2 was that she would consent to more "tie-ups", when we were again home alone.my little sister agreed to both of the promise with the stipulation that she would have to be paid each time, and that i would go easier on the gag next time. i agreed(yea,....right).after a couple more sessions eileen broke her promise about "telling". but, it was much to my delight,because the person she told was her best friend mary lee. (the very perky mary lee)our roping experiences went on for about a year after that. i would like to write this group about them in the future if the group deems these stories appropriate for this site. i can even tell you about the 4 girl slumber party fiasco.

alex


Thu Dec 18 15:55:37 EST 1997

one more thing( i know that i have overused my bandwidth allotment). i am very interested in your early bondage experiences, especially you "big brothers' with your younger sisters.does anyone know of any good internet stories or web sites on this subject. please post your stories and thank you for the podium. GREAT SITE.

alex


ALEX!

Thank you for sharing. Much appreciated.

Now I guess it is my turn.....

When I was about 9 years old, I was at my cousin's place and we were playing a game of "international spy" -- you know, like James Bond. Naturally, we needed a damsel in distress to complete the scenario.

In typical "little kid" logic, my cousin and I decided that we should first be villians to capture the damsel, and THEN we would reincarnate ourselves to be the heros and rescue that very same damsel.

The only available damsel was my older sister who was twelve -- a dark haired lass who was fairly thin and had a winning smile. My cousin and I explained that we needed a damsel in distress, but she was very cool to the concept.

It was my uncle who persuaded my sister to "go along with the boys". We set about our task.

We first used a long skipping rope and wrapped it around my sister's wrists. This took a few tries before we were satisfied that my sister was truly captive. We led her to my cousin's closet, commanded her to sit down, and then we wound the loose end of the skipping rope around her ankles and tied the entire package with a granny knot. Not too sophisticated, but my cousin and I sure liked what we had accomplished. And my sister did look fine, even to my young eyes.

No gag was used, since we were young and had no clue how (or why) such an item could be applied. After a suitable amount of time my cousin and I metamorphized into heros and rescued my sister, who had slipped most of her bonds in any event.

At the time, this was the most exciting game I had ever played in my life, and left an indelible impression in my mind. Ah, the pleasures of a damsel in distress!

CHALLENGE TO ALEX -- if you post your "slumber party" experience in detail, I'll post my "hide and go seek" story. It's probably not as good as yours, but it is the only thing I have to trade....

Captain Bojick


Thu Dec 18 16:55:08 Est 1997

When I was about 12, a great looking girl(at least I thought so at that age) moved in next door. I think she was 16 at the time and, purely by luck, she became my newest babysitter. She was pretty tall, very slim and had gorgeous wavy brown hair.

One night, she babysat me while my parents were out on a diner or something. Now I have to say, I don't know how they do it or what they do, but when my paents go out for diner, it usually means they'll be back around 3 AM. It was about 7 when Julie got to my place. At first we played monopoly and some other lame games and, I guess she realized I was bored after a while and she suggested a new game...

She told me that where she used to babysit, there were two little boys who just loved to play cowboys and indians with her. She was always their prisonner and let them tie her up and then they would let her there for hours before letting her go. She asked me if I wanted to give her game a try... Not wanting to sound too excited by the idea, I said something like " Yeah... I guess we could try that... it could be fun... " . So Julie went to her place, next door, and came back 5 minutes later with a bundle of rope.

(to be continued)

John2


Thu Dec 18 17:05:57 Est 1997

Being at a young age, I did not know a lot about tying women up but I had seen it done on tv shows a lot. We aggreed that she was to be my prisoner and that I would tie her up in the basement. There, I placed a chair in the middle of the room and she immediately sat on it, knowing what it was there for. I told her to put her hands in her back, crossed at the wrists and I wound rope around her wrists. I left a loose end and tied it to one of the posts of the chair. Then, I wound rope around her ankles and secured it to the back legs of the chair, making her legs go to about the middle of the chair. I then took more rope and wound it around her knees, like I had seen on tv, not knowing why I was doing so. Finally, I took the last piece of rope and tied her arms to the chair with it, going around her entire chest and arms and the chair.

She then said something about me knowing how to tie her up real well and I left the basement for what must have been five minutes. When I came back, Julie realized I had 2 of my fathers ties in my hands and she said " What are you gonna do with these? " with a light laugh. I took one tie and stuffed it in her mouth and took the other one to complete the gag by wounding it around her head. Now she was truly my prisonner...

I left her tied for about 30 minutes and then i freed her and we played Nintendo together before I had to go to bed. This was one of my first experiences of bondage but defenetly not my last...


Guys, great to see someone finally decided to post something, it had been a while! Keep up coming with more stories... I sure will!

John2


Thu Dec 18 20:39:13 Est 1997


Just a comment while passing by... Alex, Jcl, and captain Bojick, great stories... keep'em coming!

John2


Thu Dec 18 21:04:01 1997

John2,
I've got to say that your story was really good. I can't top that one but I'll add another of my own anyway. Did you have any other encounters with this babysitter? Please tell all.

JCL


Thu Dec 18 21:08:22 1997

Another memory from my childhood takes place when I was around 16. My older sister Ann (she was 18) and I would spend summer nights lying in front of the television watching the late movie or a detective show after the family had gone to bed. As sibling relationships go, Ann enjoyed picking on me. During those summer nights, this consisted of surprising me as I lie in front of her on the floor. At first she would simply start tickling me on the ribs, but this would never go very far as I would start laughing and cry "stop, stop". My parents would inevitably call out from their upstairs bedroom for us to keep it down. After a few nights like this and some annoyed parents, Ann tried a new approach. While I was engrossed in the TV show, she would suddenly clamp her hand tightly over my mouth and quickly get in a few tickles before I could make a sound. Of course, this would only last a few seconds before I would struggle free, but it accomplished her goals. It makes no sense to yell out or laugh loudly after you are no longer being tickled. At that age I didn't yet fully understand why being grabbed from behind by a girl was so exciting, but I did know that if she could do it, so could I. After a few nights of role reversal, I perfected an attack whereby I was able to pin her arms to her side and at the same time keep my hand firmly clamped over her mouth. Sitting on her back, I could keep her arms pinned with my legs, keep her quiet with one hand and tickle her with the other. This was exhilarating - it almost felt like I was kidnapping her. Of course, it was only time before my mind moved on to better things...

JCL


Thu Dec 18 21:09:38 1997

One night, I stashed a couple of white handkerchiefs and some old ties (with slipknots) from my dad's closet under some pillows on the floor near where we usually lay. As we watched TV that night I had a hard time concentrating on the show. I waited until she seemed preoccupied, then sprung my trap. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth and pinned her arms to her side. However, as she lay there waiting to be tickled, I reached under the pillows and pulled out my stash. I could see her eyes get big as she realized what was happening. I stuffed one handkerchief into her mouth and, as both of my hands were free, tied the other handkerchief tightly over her mouth. All she could do was mutter soft "mmmppphhs" under the gag. With her now quiet, I pulled one arm behind her and fastened the slipknot to her wrist. Using my legs to control her arms, I pulled her other arm back and tied her wrists together. I still remember that look on her face as she realized how helpless she was. Her big eyes looking out from over the tight gag. Using the other ties, I bound her ankles and her knees together. For good measure, I wrapped a final tie around her torso to pin her arms to her side. She was really helpless. Later, she did manage to push the gag down by rubbing her face on the carpet, but I put it back in place and tied it tighter. I really enjoyed the movie that night, although I won't ever remember what it was. I did feel obligated to tickle her a little as I didn't want her to realize that I had gone to all this trouble just to tie her up. It's funny when you are young - you don't connect tying a girl up with a sexual experience, but you love doing it just the same. This makes sisters fair (and easy) game. I finally let her loose after a half-hour or so. She swore that she would get even with me, and she did; but this web page is about us guys tying up the girls, not vice versa.

JCL (cont'd)


Thu Dec 18 23:09:51 Est 1997

Well, I don't know about the others on this board, but I would sure like to hear the rest of JCL's story, even though it's about a girl tying up a boy.

My own contribution contains a little bit of both, so I hope every one is OK with this.

When I was around twelve, I used to hang out a lot with Isabelle, the girl who lived just up the street from me. On one occasion, I got to tie her up (but she also got even with me on the same day). Heres how it all happened:

We were playing football in her backyard. Isabelle was not a tomboy, but she never minded playing rough sports with me. Clouds were moving in, and it got colder (it was in September, and I live in Canada), so she decided to go get a sweater in her house. We were also thirsty, so she offered to get us something to drink at the same time, so I followed her.

The house was empty; Isabelle's folks were going to be gone all evening, as was her sixteen year old sister, Genevive. Isabelle and I were good friends and had known each other since kindergarten, so her parents trusted us and left us alone for the evening. We were going to hang out there until eleven or so when her parents would come back.

We took care of our thirst first, and then headed for the basement, where her family kept all their winter stuff, like sweaters, mittens, scarves, in a small storage room made of cedar wood. We got in the walk-in closet, and Isabelle located the sweater she wanted under a big pile of woolly items. She asked me to hold the pile while she took her sweater, but a wool scarf fell in the process. While I was still holding the pile of sweaters, she picked up the scarf that had fallen on the ground. She then stopped and smiled at me. Without any warning, she encircled my wrists, trying to tie me up. But I was a lot stronger than she was, so I dropped all the sweaters I was holding, struggled a little bit and managed to get free. I wrestled her to the ground, and then put my knees outside her legs and, holding each wris

Canuck


Thu Dec 18 23:24:01 Est 1997

wrist tightly, pinned her down. It took me no time to roll her over onto her stomach, wrestle her arms behind her back and quickly loop the scarf around her wrists. I tied her wrists tightly, and then went to the closet to get another scarf to tie her ankles with.

Just when I finished tying the last knot, we heard footsteps upstairs, and then heard the voice of her sister, Genevive, and two of her girlfriends, Marie-ve and Stphanie. They were not supposed to be there until much later, but here they were. Before I had any time to react, Isabelle started yelling that she needed some help. I tried to clamp my hand over her mouth, but it was to late, the damage had been done, they had heard her and were coming to her rescue. Within moments they were coming down the stairs and towards me. They saw that I was holding Isabelle. First, they stood there looking at us with a look of horror, and then one of amusement.

Before I knew what was happening the three of them had set upon me. "Get his arms," Isabelle ordered. I fought my best, bust there were three of them and before I knew it they had me pinned down. Marie-ve and Stphanie held my arms while Genevive untied Isabelle, and went to the closet. She came out with at least ten scarves of various length.

While the girls held my arms, she kneeled down, putting one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. They held my wrists together and before I knew it I felt her tying the scarf tightly around my wrists. She picked up another scarf off the ground and used it to bind my ankles together, like I had done to Isabelle. I protested, telling them that Isabelle had started it. Isabelle smiled, and said I was talking too much. The next thing I know she is putting a fuzzy mitten in my mouth, and covering it tightly with a scarf. I tried to move my mouth around enough to break the seal, but it was secure. The only noise that would escape was a muffled mmmpphhh. The whole time they were laughing and teasing me. I tr

Canuck (continued)


Thu Dec 18 23:26:01 Est 1997

I tried to squirm free and beg to release, but the bonds held tight.

They tested my bonds and commented on what a nice job they had done of securing me. I kept squirming trying to get free, pleading to them with my eyes to let me go. Instead, they took the scarves that were scattered on the ground, and used them to tie my knees and my arms together, and tied an other one around my head completely covering my eyes.

So there I was, bound, blindfolded and gagged, lying on the floor. They took a thick blanket out of the closet, rolled me in it and then sat on me. They kept me tied up for an hour at least, and it seemed like eternity to me. They were watching television, and from time to time they would come to me and tickle me or make fun of me in some way or another. They finally released me, but only after they made me promise not to bother any of them again. Wanting to get free, I agreed, but I eventually got my revenge but thats a story that I will tell some other time


Canuck (continued)


Fri Dec 19 00:56:09 EST 1997

Fri Dec 19 00:56:09 EST 1997

I was probably 12 or 13 and my sister's friend Melissa was about 16 or 17 and she would often come over even if my sister was not there or come over early after school, etc. Well, Melissa had red hair, athletic and attractive. We would kind of get into these wrestling matches that I would then try to leverage this into me tying her up. I would start by clamping my hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and this one time marched her upstairs to my bedroom. Here I was able to grab a couple of ties - given as gifts, hardly used for any other purpose (cont).

Malcolm


Fri Dec 19 01:21:03 EST 1997

Well, no joke I was able to take a tie and tie her hands above her and use another tie to fasten her wrists to the bedpost. All the while I am trying to keep my hand over her mouth and fighting her protests and kicking legs (it was kind of passive resistance). However, with no one home, a scream hear and there was ok. But, i then secured her ankles. She was wearing jeans and boots, so those kicks were sometimes painful. As I finished securing her ankles, I then wanted to gag her and she happened to have a red bandanna in her hair. I took that off from her hair and placed it

Malcolm


Fri Dec 19 01:25:52 EST 1997

in her mouth to ward off her protests and tied it behind her head. I then allowed her to squirm for a while and unbelievably, someone came to the door - it ended up being some kind of a solicitor and I left her with stern warnings to be quiet. When I returned, she was still nicely bound and gagged. My sister then returned home and I quickly untied her and removed her gag and we pretended that nothing ever happened. This went on several times and sometimes, the roles were switched. Those were the days!

Malcolm


Alex, Malcolm, Canuck, JCL and John2 --- great posts. Keep 'em coming there, lads! Hey John2 -- if you have more stories of that babysitter, I'm sure we'd all be much obliged. This is without a doubt my favorite site in cyberspace.

HEY ALEX --- we're still waiting for the details of the slumber party story....

So now it's my turn. This has got to be one of my most memorable experiences, although I would be hard pressed to call it an "early" experience. Why? Because it took place during my first year at college........

I was one of a few guys (and numerous girls) at one of the ladies dorms, and while I was there I heard of a prank that was about to be executed upon a very lovely lady named Colleen. Colleen was, and still is, very striking. At the time she had short, dark hair and cornflower blue eyes. She was of a tall, athletic build, and had a glowing smile. I admit that I was smitten with her at the time.

Colleen and her girlfriends were preparing to celebrate her first birthday while living in residence. What I didn't know was the unusual tradition that was part of the culture of Colleen's dorm in such situations.

Colleen was wearing normal college dorm garb at the time: bluejeans, no shoes, feet clad in tiny white ankle socks, and a white "sweatshirt type" of top that was cropped at the midrift. This was the classic uniform of those college ladies who were athletically inclined.

The door to Colleen's dorm flashed open and a parade of ladies from Colleen's dorm floor marched in with much fanfare, carrying a birthday cake and smiling and offering congratulations to Colleen. They wanted to make her birthday away from home a memorable experience. I know that it was, in any event, memorable for me....

A chair was placed in the middle of the room and the birthday cake was brought near. Colleen was implored to sit on the chair in order to be the center of attention as befits the guest of honour, and she was then asked to close her eyes while yet another surprise was brought in. Co

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Colleen happily complied. She jumped onto the chair with a giggle, clasped her hands girlishly in her lap, and squeezed her eyes shut. She sat there, eyes closed, grinning broadly.

Colleen's dorm companions quickly circled the chair. Thin cords were produced from a gym bag that had been brought in by one of the ladies. I believe the cords were clothesline, which was cheap and in plentiful supply. The ropes were passed to the appropriate people. Colleen continued to sit on the chair, eyes close, oblivious to everything except the thought of the wonderful surprise that was sure to accompany the birthday cake.

An obviously pre-arranged signal was given, and Colleen's dorm mates rapidly acted in unison. A few of the girls seized Colleen's arms and brought them to the back of the simple, armless chrome and vinyl chair. Simultaneously, another group grabbed Colleen's ankles and brought them together. Colleen's eyes sprang open, her mouth opened but remained soundless in disbelief of what was occurring around her.

The ladies knew what they were doing. Colleen's wrists were quickly crossed and looped with the clothesline and tied while held at the back of the chair. Meanwhile, Colleen's ankles were bound expertly and efficiently. One of the girls used a piece of rope to tie Colleen's knees together, rendering her legs immobile.

Colleen now realized her plight, and began to unleash a shriek. This was muffled by the hand of one of the girls, and that hand remained there while the tying process continued........


Captain Bojick


Colleen's tethered wrists were attached by a length of rope to the crosspiece between the back legs of the chair. Clothesline was looped just under Colleen's breasts, around her arms, and across and the back of the chair, pinning her arms and upper body to the back of the chair.

My eyes were opened wide in amazement, and I found my mouth getting dry. My beer bottle started to shake slightly.

Yet another short length of rope was attached to Colleen's bound ankles and was pulled to the same crosspiece between the rear legs of the chair. This caused Colleen's lower bady to shift slightly forward and raised her pretty sock feet just off the ground, curled slightly under the chair.

The hand on Colleen's mouth was removed, and Colleen attempted to resume her shriek. Just as her mouth opened a white sock was stuffed there, and, from what I could see, another long soccer-style sock was tied over her mouth and attached at the back of her head, sealing the stuffed sock securely in her mouth.

Captain Bojick


Then, the piece de resistance. A number of older, burly fellows picked up the chair, with the bound Colleen therein, and moved out of the dorm room.

Colleen was placed, chair and all, into the dorm elevator and all the buttons were pushed on the elevator panel. The birthday cake, complete with platter and cake cutter, was placed in Colleen's lap. The dorm girls waved good-bye to Colleen as the elevator doors closed. Colleen grunted and mpphhed unintelligibly, swirming to escape her bonds. Like a lens turning to black at the end of the scene, the elevator doors closed and carted Colleen away.

I asked one of the girls what would happen next. She said that most people in the dorm knew this prank was going to be played. As the elevator stops on each floor, people will help themselves to the birthday cake and will congratulate Colleen. When Colleen's elevator journey ends, this lady explained to me, everyone will have shared in the birthday cake (and will have shared in Colleen's embarrassment) and Colleen would be released (unless she was able to slip those cords -- which were laced with experience).

Ah, college hijinks. And I thank my lucky stars that I was in the right place at the right time to experience it!

Okay folks, who's the next to share an experience?

Captain Bojick


I like the college tale by Captain Bojick. Mine have something to do with school as well.

We were putting up this play in school when I was in High School. After rehearsing for a whole day we all got tired, and took a break. A 5-minute break turned into a 10-minute one, and so on. Suddenly, I got a great idea. Why don't we tie someone up?

At that time I already knew that I was going to *like* seeing a woman bound and gagged. Although I didn't know that there was a name for it. Anyway, I mentioned it to some of the guys and we agreed to tie up a girl named Janice, who was both pretty and er....blossomed.

We managed to get everyone into the props room. Most of the people there knew what we were going to do and have no objection, since they were all tired of rehearsing. We pretended to try on some of the costumes, and while Janice was trying on an evening gown, we sprung into action.

There was quite a bit of rope in the prop room, and used that to tie Janice. There were also ties and scarves hanging on the walls, so those were used as well.

When one of us shouted "GO!", we all charged at Janice. Even those who weren't told caught on. We used the rope and tied Janice's ankles and wrists in front of her in no time. Strangly, Janice did not object and actually suggested tying her wrists behind her.

(to be continued)

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hehe@biogate.com


Sat Dec 20 01:34:28 UTC+0800 1997

(continued)
We untied her wrists and tied them again behind her. Then, we used the rest of the ropes to tie her arms to her sides. There wasn't any rope left, so we picked some of the scarves off the wall and tied her knees.

We got her just as she got out of the changing room, which was also in the prop room. But there was only one changing room, so I suggested tossing her in and locking the door. Okay, so we cannot lock the door from outside but we pushed a table and blocked the door from opening.

And so there she was. A beauty in silk(gown, remember?) all bound. Right now I must mention that there were three boys involved in the play, and five girls. On of them was bound inside the changing room, and the rest of us turned off the lights in the room to fake a scene as if we've left the room and were going to leave her in the small cubicle.

As we switched off the lights she started to scream. Although it was a Saturday, and no one was in school other than us and the janitors, we realised that it would not be a good idea for her to shout. The room wasn't sound-proof, and we might get into trouble if an adult came along and found us out.

I went back in and turned on the lights. Janice stopped screaming, and was shouting for us to let her go. I saw some duct-tape on the table.....so guess what I did?

I pushed away the table and opened the door and told her I was letting her go. The rest of my friends just stood there ans watched. They knew what I was going to do and wanted to watch. I told her to turn around so that I can untie her hands. When she did so, I said I need to get a pair of scissors, and told her not to move. I went to get a pair of scissors alright. But not for cutting her loose. I cut a piece of duct-tape and since her back was to me, I sneaked up on her and pasted the tape on her lips.

She started "mrumphhing" after that, and man was it a turn-on. Anyway, we shut the door again. When I turned to face my friends, I had a glitter in my eye.I figu

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Sat Dec 20 01:50:38 UTC+0800 1997

(continued)
I figured that if we can tie one we can tie another. So to cut the long story short, we picked another girl. She was willing, and so we bound her and gagged her with duct-tape. And then we put her in the small changing room, which was actually a cubicle with movable walls, with Janice. The sound of them "mrumphhing" was a real turn on, and there was a lump in my pants.

We untied them 15 minutes later. There was another B&G session with a girl after this one. I'll tell you guys about that next time.

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hehe@biogate.com


Fri Dec 19 16:48:00 1997

As requested, I will tell you one of the times that my older sister was able to extract revenge on me for tying her up. As a side note, it is funny referring to this as revenge, as if we don't want it to happen. Many of the situations I provoked with my sisters were specifically to get them to tie me up after I was finished with them. Inspiring comments like "You could never do that to me", etc. went a long way toward manipulating them into doing what I wanted them to do in the first place. Enough psychological banter - on to the story.
After I was able to surprise my older sister, Ann, that night while watching TV, she seemed bent on turning the tables. Of course, you are never fully aware of the plot, save some passing comments like "I'm still going to get you back". Half of the fun of these situations is the anticipation and the fantasizing about how it is going to take place.
I have always been a very tight sleeper and I will often sleep on my side or stomach. One afternoon, I decided to take a nap in my bedroom, as my summer job would sometimes require me to work early mornings. Ann must have realized this (my bedroom lights were turned off) and she was able to quietly sneak into my room. While I was asleep, Ann managed to slowly pull my arms behind my back without waking me and wrap some rope around my wrists. It was at that point that I woke up. When most people wake up, they are a bit groggy for moment. I had been asleep for a half-hour or more and was definitely not in complete command of my senses when I awoke. I felt the rope around my wrists tighten and could feel her tying a knot. In my state of grogginess, I looked back over my shoulder at her and exclaim, "What are you doing?" "Payback time!" is what I think she said. The next thing I know she is stuffing a handkerchief into my mouth to keep me quiet. Another side note: Many girls grew up on Nancy Drew mystery novels. If you ever read these books you will realize that the criminals often gag the prot

JCL


Fri Dec 19 16:49:05 1997

the protagonist (Nancy) by simply stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth. I think Ann had read too many of these books, as she seemed to believe that was sufficient to keep me quiet. Realizing that this arrangement was not going to work and that she had no more handkerchiefs with her, Ann kept her hand over my mouth and started looking around the room. She must have struck upon an idea as she piled a few pillows on my head to keep me quiet temporarily as she jumped from the bed. By the time I had worked my head clear of the pillows and had spitted out the handkerchief, she was back. She had dashed into my closet and had grabbed one of my few ties (I was 16 remember). She stuffed the handkerchief back in and kept it there by winding one of the ties around my head a couple times. As that did the trick, she proceeded to tie my ankles together with rope. When finished, Ann covered me back up with the sheet to make it look as if I was still taking a nap and she left. I do remember some type of snide comment like "Enjoy your nap" or something like that as she closed the door behind her.
Now this story may seem rather ordinary, but here is where it gets a little strange. By this time I realize that I can't free (or I don't want to) nor can I make much of a sound. About ten minutes have passed and I'm thinking that Ann has got to be coming back sometime soon when there is a knock on my door - it was my mom. Our privacy was usually pretty well respected but this time she opened the door and stuck her head in to see if I was awake. I still remember the stunned look on her face as she realized I was gagged. This is turning in to a real embarrassing situation for me - no one wants their mom to be any part of any situation like this. She ran over to the bed, quickly untied the tie cleave gag, and asked me what happened. She had been away shopping, had just returned and was wondering where the kids were. Her natural response to the scene that faced her was one of horror. She told me l

JCL (cont'd)


Fri Dec 19 16:50:25 1997

She told me later that she thought a burglar had raided the house while she was gone. After I embarrassingly explained to her that it was just Ann getting back at me she relaxed. She looked down at my tie that Ann had used and scolded her under her breath. "I can't believe she used your nice tie." It was then that I should have realized that Mom still had a little kid in her because she got up, put the tie back into my closet, and walked out of the room muttering "I'll be right back". I, of course, believed she was going for the scissors. However, when she returned she was carrying a couple of white handkerchiefs from her room. As I watched her stunned, she took one of the handkerchiefs and pushed it into my mouth. She folded the other handkerchief into a triangular shaped gag and tied it pretty tightly over my mouth. I was still stunned and did not put up any fight. She left me there for Ann to release later (another half-hour or so).
To this day I have never figured out why she did that. Maybe she knew what I had done to Ann; maybe she just didn't want to interfere with our "games". I do know that she used to tape our (me and my sisters) mouths shut when we said "naughty" words when we were younger. Chalk it up to one heck of a strange experience.

Bob, I know this story was by request, but do you and your readers want these stories on this page? I need some feedback please.


JCL (cont'd)


Fri Dec 19 21:19:30 1997

JCL,

Yes, we definitely want stories like this. Of course, I'd prefer to hear more about the tying and gagging of females, but if your experiences led to more bondage for your sister (or any other gal) keep posting them.

Donnie


Sat Dec 20 00:26:19 Est 1997

I definitely agree with Donnie: I love to hear stories where the roles are reversed. Keep posting them JCL!

Canuck


You know, call me old fashioned -- but I like role reversal stories where the female is on the receiving end of the retribution.

Just my two bits worth -- just keep 'em coming, lads, in any shape or form!

Captain Bojick


What a great idea for a page! I got pointed here from Brian's vidcap discussion page and have just read through JCL's account of how the tables got turned on him.
And while I have to say I usually have no use for girl-tying-guy fantasies, I liked it! Especially when it may be part of a series in which the kids take turns -- ah, youth!
I have a couple of stories from my own salad days, shortly after the dinosaurs died out ... I'll post one as soon as I see how this post looks. (I'm using a particularly lame text-only browser and have no clue whether I've already run past the maximum or not.)

harv


What a great idea for a page! I got pointed here from Brian's vidcap discussion page and have just read through JCL's account of how the tables got turned on him.
And while I have to say I usually have no use for girl-tying-guy fantasies, I liked it! Especially when it may be part of a series in which the kids take turns -- ah, youth!
I have a couple of stories from my own salad days, shortly after the dinosaurs died out ... I'll post one as soon as I see how this post looks. (I'm using a particularly lame text-only browser and have no clue whether I've already run past the maximum or not.)

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Sat Dec 20 14:41:20 1997

I will share yet another tale from my childhood. As you may have been able to tell by now, I was quite prolific at provoking these types of situations. However, at some point I will run out as I refuse to manufacture stories from fantasy. I would love to hear from others that venture onto this page. By the way, I know my stories are long, but I believe detail is what crafts a fine tale. Please let me know if you disagree.
When I was around 15 and my little sister Jenny was 13, I was able to induce her into yet another "game" while the parents were away. You might wonder how Jenny took all this "punishment" over the years. She always knew I loved her, but she still kids me at family get-togethers about my tendency to tie her up as a child. It is embarrassing now, but I think it is worth it. After all, what are memories worth? I can always justify it by mentioning that I was an immature kid that was just playing around (and experimenting to some degree I guess). Back to the situation brewing.
I knew my mom was going to be gone for some time that afternoon, my older sister was working and my dad was at work. I was to "baby-sit" my sister until they returned. Usually, in this type of scenario, my sister would invite some friends over (which is another story or three) and I would entertain myself. However, I guess no friends were available as we were left to our devices. After messing around for a little while, she suggested a little role-playing (I did not discourage her as this concept usually led to something). She had always been a fan of the old Batman and the Wonderfriends series, so she wished to play a superheroine. Of course, there has to be conflict, so I chose to be a villain.

JCL


Sat Dec 20 14:43:10 1997

. We decided to spice things up a little by putting together costumes first. I scrounged through my father's closet and was able to find a "thug" cap and a bandanna. A black sweatshirt and jeans completed my costume. Meanwhile, Jenny had gone about her superheroine ensemble. She had fashioned a "Wonder Woman" hairpiece from foil and construction paper and had "made" a cape from some material that was lying around. To this she added her blue leotard without leggings and a pair of boots from my mom's closet. Now this all happened in the mid-to-late 1970s. My mom had kept much of her clothes from the early seventies including several pair of boots. The boots Jenny had selected were the tight white go-go boots with about a 2" heel that zipped up on the side. This pair was rather tall and would fit my mother up to the top of her knees. On Jenny, they pulled up even higher. At 13, Jenny had already developed substantially and she was able to wear this outfit rather well. I am not adding this to voice my sexual attraction (because this was my sister and there was none) but to describe the scene a little better.
It was agreed that I was to rob this "bank" and she was to track me down and capture me. Of course, I had a little different scenario in mind. We did agree that she was much stronger than I (being a superheroine after all), but my dart gun was able to render her helpless. With that the game began.


JCL (cont'd)


Sat Dec 20 14:45:04 1997

She waited in her "Batcave" while I pulled the job and hid. After a slight delay, she came running down the stairs to investigate. Meanwhile, I had hid in a downstairs closet and was rummaging through the villain tools that I carried. You know: dart gun, extra darts, rope, and some white handkerchiefs. It wasn't long before she traced me to my hideout and the battle began. I allowed her to throw me across the bed a few times to get her into it and then pulled out my dart gun and fired. The first dart glanced off her cape, which unbeknownst to me was dart proof (kids like to make up rules as they go). As she went to knock the gun out of my hand I was able to land the telling blow: a dart to the chest. Of course, this rendered her helpless and she collapsed on the bed and went through those few seconds of agony every kid has played out when they are shot during any game. As she lie there pretending to be stunned, I put my plan into action. I pulled in a chair from the other room and set it near the bed. At this point Jenny is getting curious so I explain that disabled superheroines are not at liberty to question things. To make my point, I pumped another dart into her arm. I then, half-carried, half-dragged her to the chair and made her sit upright. Some rope was produced and I tied her hands together behind the chair. I could tell that this was not what she had in mind when the game started but one must go along with the rules - and she was helpless. I used another long rope to encircle her arms and body many times and tie her to the chair. More rope (villains carry lots of rope) was used to tie her ankles together and to one of the chair legs. I used a final piece of rope to tie her knees together - just over her knees and just under the top of the boots. At this point she was entirely helpless. Any good villain knows to keep his victim quiet so I took one of the handkerchiefs, folded it into a small triangle and stuffed it into her mouth.

JCL (cont'd)


Sat Dec 20 14:45:50 1997

Another handkerchief was folded and tied very tightly over her mouth. Now I know that this gag is not the best, but I sure like the way it looks. I think she understood that she was not meant to scream and played along with things. She just sat there struggling against the rope and mmmppphhing to my delight. I remember explaining to her that I was going to go rob another bank and I would be back in a few minutes. Naturally, this was meant to induce her to struggle and try to break free while I was gone. I wanted to watch this and blindfolded her before I "left" the room. It is interesting that as a child I never realized exactly what I was doing but I loved doing it. I stood there and watched her struggle for a while imagining that this was not my sister but some true heroine in distress. She remained that way for about ten minutes before I announced I was returning. I loosened the ropes just enough so that she could get free and then announced that I was out on another job. At this point in my "career" I knew how to just push enough buttons that would almost inevitably assure that I would be the next to get the "treatment". It sure worked this time. By the time she was free and had tracked me down again, I was really in for it. That day was certainly one day that I wished I had more time before the folks returned. You know; you want to make sure all the rope and gag marks have reasonably disappeared before they come back and get curious.

JCL (cont'd)


Well, damn. My lame browser appears to have posted that twice (which I hope Bob will clean up), but I believe I know why that happened. If this first installment also doubles, I'll have to hold off the rest until I can figure out the problem. One hot summer afternoon when I was 14, I was hanging out with my best friend Bill on his porch; his sister Suzette was upstairs in her room with her buddy Sharon and nobody else was home. I can't recall now how the subject came up or how we proceeded to act on it, but Bill and I wound up in Suzette's room and the girls had agreed to let us tie them up so they could see if they could get loose. (Sorry if some of the details get fuzzy, but this was in 1961, kiddies.) Suzette was 12, the classic best-friend's-tomboy-little-sis; Bill and I used to tease her a lot, and she liked to play up to the part and annoy us back. Years later it finally soaked in on me that she'd had a crush on me back then, which may have had something to do with how (cont'd)

harv


(cont'd) readily she agreed to our game. She had a cute, expressive face, curly black hair and a willowy physique that was definitely well into development, in the way that 14-year-old boys can appreciate in 12-year-old girls.
We agreed that I'd do Suzette and Bill would do Sharon. That was fine by me because Suzette was wearing a little red mini-sundress and a halter top, while Sharon (who was definitely on the heavy side and looked more like a little girl than a pre-teen) was wearing shorts and a shirt. Bill had already turned up a bunch of old clothesline scraps -- a mixture of cotton rope and that awful skinny smooth plastic stuff with a wire core -- so we went to work.
At this point in my life, bondage was already established as a definite turn-on for me. I couldn't get past a magazine rack without browsing the detective magazines, I'd built a lot of my television viewing around regularly watching Sky King, Superman, Dragnet and any other show where I thought there was a better-than-average chance of seeing the heroine bound and gagged ... but I'd never tied anybody up, or been tied up.
Bill, on the other hand, plainly could take it or leave it. Here he is with this golden opportunity, and what does he do? He has Sharon sit on the floor with her back to the railing of the back stairs (which came up from the kitchen into Suzette's room), put her hands behind her through the upright railing supports and ties them together behind the post. Period. Took him all of 30 seconds.

harv


Me, I wanted to recreate the cover of the latest Startling Detective. So I had Suzette lie down on the floor on her stomach and cross her wrists behind her back. I tied them together with a length of the good cotton rope, then used another piece around her arms above her elbows. I was trying to gauge how tightly I could tie her without hurting her while making sure she couldn't get loose, but since she wasn't complaining it wound up pretty damned tight. (I recall pulling her elbows nearly together, which amazed the hell out of me that it didn't hurt. Some girls are supple that way, as Jay Edwards continually reminds us ...)
I couldn't find any more cotton rope -- all that was left was the slick plastic stuff that's hard to tie a knot in. While I was rummaging around in the stuff Bill had brought up, Suzette was kind of testing what I'd already done and making comments like "Wow, this is really tight" and "I'm gonna need Sharon's help getting out of this". (She was lying with her head facing away from Sharon, and didn't realize how little help she was going to get.)
I gave up looking for more cotton rope and tied her ankles together as best I could with the plastic stuff. This was the only time she complained -- the damned stuff was so thin and so hard to work with that it cut into the outside of her ankles when I tried to tighten it. She gave out with a genuine yelp of pain and distress, so I backed off and loosened it. Same for the rope around her knees -- I tried to cinch both her ankles and knees the way I'd seen it done in pictures, but I was pretty sure it wouldn't hold against determined struggling.
I hadn't had the idea of hogtying her in mind from the start, but when I sat back to take stock of things it just cried out to be done. I tied one end of that crappy plastic rope as a cinch between her ankles around the ankle rope, more or less in hope that it would make it harder to get the ankles free, then took the loose end and drew her ankles up and over her back.

harv


I can still remember the excited, surprised tone in Sharon's voice from behind me (she'd had a clear view of us) when she saw what I was doing. "Look how Harv's tying Suzette up!" she cried. "Boy ... wow ..." It was like the whole concept of a hogtie was completely new to her, and she had immediately recognized its efficiency. Suzette, meanwhile, was reacting the same way: "Hey ... what are you doing? What's going on?" and kind of turning her head back and forth as if she could actually see.
It wasn't a particularly strict hogtie -- she wasn't actually bent backwards -- but she was a little gangly, so just bending her legs back at the knees as far as they'd comfortably go brought her feet almost on top of her bound hands. I tied the loose end around her wrists (again, not as tightly as I'd wanted to) and sat back to admire the package.
Somewhere along the way, Bill -- having put in his 30 seconds of work tying Sharon's hands behind her through the bannister posts -- had gone back downstairs. (Recall that I said he wasn't particularly "into" bondage.) I really wanted to hang around and watch them struggle, but now my fear of appearing weird -- of showing "too much" interest -- took hold. I had one more thing to do, of course ...
I stood up, stepped over Suzette and leaned into her closet, where I could see her laundry basket. And a bit of rummaging (which was pretty exciting in itself) turned up a pair of used panties that I can still see to this day ... light-blue cotton, with a little dark-blue flower pattern and a lace edging around the leg holes. I wadded them up, picked up a scarf from her dresser or somewhere and knelt down by her head.

harv


"Oh no you don't", she said, and tried to thrash around and turn her head away from me.
"Oh yes I do," I said, pulling her back and turning her head toward me. "Now open up!"
"Aww..." she groaned ... and opened her mouth wide. In went the panties (I'll always wonder whether she recognized what they were then or later, or at all) and around her head went the scarf.
I stood up again and looked over at Sharon, who'd watched the whole scene wide-eyed. (Do you guys ever wonder how many bondage converts may have been made the "other" way in these childhood scenes.) I remember saying something to her like "Now, she's gonna need your help getting loose, remember?" and her giggling and kind of flexing her arms against the bannister post behind her as if to remind me that she wasn't budging from her own spot on the floor.

harv


Suzette, meanwhile, had begun her struggles already, rolling from side to side and mmphing for all she was worth. She was such a sight, in her little red sundress with the white panties underneath. I thought for a second that she was in real distress, but then I realized that she was getting a kick out of being tied up and trying to get free. What a concept!
Finally the excitement of the whole scene got to me. I was practically dripping with sweat (not all of it from the heat) and I was nursing a major lump in my trousers that in those days you'd be embarrassed if a girl noticed at all -- let alone under those circumstances. So as much as I wanted to stay and watch, I went back down and joined Bill, who was reading a comic book on the porch.
About 20 minutes later, we heard running footsteps inside the house and Suzette burst out onto the porch, laughing and excited, curls of hair plastered onto her sweaty forehead. "So you got loose," was all I could say.
"Hunh-uh -- see?" she replied, and turned around to show me her bound hands and arms. "I can't get out of these," she said, writhing her wrists and wriggling her fingers, and she didn't sound as if she were complaining.

harv


It was that damned plastic rope that had failed me: she'd worked only her ankles and knees free and push the panties out of her mouth. The gag hung around her neck like a wet bandana.
I didn't make a move to untie her (Bill had looked up from his comic, grunted a greeting, didn't notice [or care] that she was still bound and gone back to reading), and to my continuing surprise she didn't ask! She sat on one of the porch chairs (I remember she had to lean forward to hold her bound arms away from the hard back) and we just ... hung out talking. I remember her saying something exciting about how she'd tried to untie Sharon's hands on her way down the stairs but that she "couldn't see what she was doing". (I wish I'd been there to see her try.)
After about another 10 minutes or so we heard, faintly from the back of the house, "Hey, somebody come untie me! Hey!" And I guess feeling a little guilty about having abandoned Sharon up there like that put the damper on the game, so I untied both of them.

harv


Sun Dec 21 23:57:00 EST 1997


My sister-in-law is one extremely sexy Chinese American woman, works as an accountant in New York City, always dresses very fashionably. She has the smoothest skin I have ever seen, and her hair is long and soft. She also has these thicks lips that would look great with a cleave gag through them, but I thought I could only fantasize about that! (Although I did manage to sneak in a hand-gag a few years back hee hee hee)

Until last year during an evening at the in-laws. Late 3rd quarter, she kept talking during the game, and to my surprse and delight, her husband clamped his hand over her mouth. She mmmphhed and mmmpphed, kept rolling her eyes like a damsel in distress. Well she kept talking, even after that, and he kept hand-gagging her, she was saying, "You're gonna have to make me keep quiet," until he finally said, "Brian, got any ropes?"

So we bound her to a chair with ropes, and as my brother-in-law tied her ankles, I seized the opportunity and grabbed the nearest available cloths--from a pile of cloth, a small piece of nylon fabric, which I stuffed in her mouth, and, from her bag, my sis-in-law's white satin half slip, which I tied between her thick gorgeous lips. She moaned and moaned, and as I gagged her, I looked down as she bent forward and clearly saw the top part of her black nylon panties, another wondrous miracle! And we kept her that way through the 4th quarter.

Brian L


Mon Dec 22 09:28:03 EST 1997

Mon Dec 22 09:28:03 EST 1997

things kind of progressed from there on out, between eileem and i.i really thought that it was very cool, that we had our own little secret from the rest of the world. it seemed that i would try and tie my little sister up every time we were alone in the house.more often than not, she would say no, to being bound and gagged, but, that just made it even better when we did get to play.i really wanted her to continue to play the part of the "unwilling" victim, just like in all the t.v. shows of the late 1960's.once in a while i get home from school and eileen would already be home, watching t.v. or just laying around.because, i knew my mom was due home at any moment i would sit next to her on the couch pretending to get into whatever nonsense was on the boob tube. i would slowly slide closer to her(boy was i sly in those days). my little sister always knew what was about to happen and she would glance at me out of the corner of her eye.

alex


Mon Dec 22 09:46:57 EST 1997

Mon Dec 22 09:46:57 EST 1997

just when i couldn't move any closer i would whisper in her ear,"you realize that you are about to be kidnapped, don't you?" eileen would just look at me with those expressive big, brown eyes. at this point she would either give me the go ahead pass-word sentence or not.(we had somehow worked this out between ourselves without really ever discussing it; it just seemed natural for her to say, "please mister, don't hurt me". if eileen uttered these words. then i knew that it was alright to "let the games begin." while we both sat on the couch, i would gently put my arm around her shoulder and we would sit like that for a couple of moments. than without warning i would put one arm around her waist, pinnong her arms to her sides. i would than bring my other hand up and put it over her mouth.we would sit like this until my mom would just about come in the door.eileen would squirm just the right amount,and would make pleading sounds into my hand.

alex


Mon Dec 22 10:06:32 EST 1997

i really felt that i had discovered something special with this "hand over the mouth", thing. it was a way of getting a tie-up "quick-fix", in when we didn't have time for a full game of "burglar' or "detective".a few times i would even get some real "daring" into myself.there were a few times when other people were in the house and i would notice eileen going into the another room by herself. i would make up some excuse to also leave.while she was combing her hair in the bathroom or washing her hands in the sink, i wouls slowly stalk up behind her and grab her arms and tightly hand gag her. i would whisper things in her ear like "you are very lucky that other people are in the house, because the 'burglar' has his eyes on you.eileen would jusr roll her eyes as if to say "oh god, not this again".

alex


Mon Dec 22 10:17:48 EST 1997

i recall coming home from school early one day. (i was a 8th grader, just on the verge of high school,eileen was in 6th grade.)just as i was getting in the door the phone rang.it was my mom and she told me that she wouldn't be home until 8:oo p.m. that night, and that i should make sure the house stays clean. she also said that i should take care of my little sister.my mind swirled with the possibilities. o.k. i said the house will stay clean and i would surely "take care of my little sister".i hung up the phone and had to hold onto the kitchen counter, because my head stsrted to swirl with anticipation.4 hours, alone with my 11 year old "victim", and she had no idea.i had to get things together as quick as possible. eileen was due to walk in the door at any moment.

alex


Mon Dec 22 10:44:24 EST 1997

at this point in time i should point out that i had started a collection of "detective" amgizine covers. i studied them extensively, and learned new ways of tieing a girl. there was a few things that i wanted to try on eileen and with 4 hours of "playtime" this was a godd chance to hone my craft.i had discovered that we had stretched my fathers ties out quite extensively. in fact i had managed to throw out the ones we had used because i was afrais od discovery. (i only hoped that with 200 plus ties in his closet he would not notice 5 or 6 missing ones. one of the detective mags had a photo of a girl bound with torn bedsheets. this struck me as perfect binding material. they wouldn't stretch out nor would they leave any tell tale marks on my sisters wrists or mouth area. i had the bedsheets already torn up and hidden when i heard the back door open and close. eileen walked in and placed her books on the kitchen table."Hi kid", i said "how was your day?". eileen started talking about the test she took and how she was pretty sure that she gor an A on it.(big deal i thought, eileen got an A in every subject.) "is mom home yet",she asked. i just looke at eileen as i locked the back door. "mom won't be home for a little while yet", and i think you are in a bunch of trouble because, you are going to be kidnapped"...

alex


Mon Dec 22 11:03:01 EST 1997

my little sister just looked at me with a priceless look on her face and said, "alex, we can play for only a little while. mary lee is coming over in about an hour and we really need to study." i said that an hour would be fine, and that i would untie her in that time frame. i had other thoughts though....i had many a fantisy about mary lee and this would be a perfect time to act on these fantisies.

alex


Mon Dec 22 11:09:53 EST 1997

the ground rules were set. i would go to the back door and knock. eileen would answer and we would pretend that i would be a robber posing as a repairman and talk my way into the house. eileen had agreed to this but, wanted to know how i had planned to restrain her. i explained that a robber rarely gets permission from his intended victim on anything, let alone the method of binding and gagging. eileen just gave me a look and stuck her tongue out at me.

alex


Mon Dec 22 11:15:40 EST 1997

"oh that will really cost you, the number one rule when you encounter a burglar is never stick your tongue out at him ,you might make him angry.my little sister just replied with the same move. when i asked her if she was ready for our game, eileen replied that it would be just a couple minutes, she wanted to change out of her school clothes and put on some jeans. i was too pent up, in anticipation and didn't want to waste the time waiting.(like any typical 11 year old girl my sister could take a long time getting dressed and "dolling" herself up)i talked her into just keeping what she had on.....her school clothes consisted of your basic every day boring catholic schoolgirl outfit of white short sleeve blouse, plaid jumper(which always seemed too short on eileen because of her long legs),white ankle socks and black girlie type of shoes.

alex


Mon Dec 22 11:28:49 EST 1997

besides i thought that this outfit kind of went with the scenario we had planned.we were ready to begin. i went outside to the back door and knocked. my littl sister took her sweet time about answering. whebn she finnally opened the door it was with the safety chain on. "can i help you", she asked. barely able to keep back a giggle."hello", i said, "i'm with the telephone company and we are checking some lines in the neighborhood, i need to come in and check your phones, are your parents home?" "no", eileen replied, "i'm just here by muself and i really can't let anyone in." "o.k. but it might be quite awhile before we get back in this area again. i hope you could do without a phone foe a long time". eileen looked at me and playing her role to the hilt said, "well, i guess it would be o.k., i know we need the phone, for my daddy's buisness and everything, i guess i could let you in".

alex


Mon Dec 22 11:40:32 EST 1997

eileen took the chain off the door, and i walked in the house. we made casual repairman/schoolgirl conversation. she took me to the telephone and i pretended to work on it. "is there another phone somewhere in the house", i asked. "yes, ther is one in my bedroom, right this way".at this point in "our games", i really started to get exited i knew what would happen next but, eileen would have no idea and therefor would have to play off of my acting. we both entered her bedroom and i pretende to make conversation with her."so, did you say that know one else is home except yourself. eileen took the cue perfectly and started to act a little nervous."my mom should be home within the next hour". i looked at her and said "well that gives me plenty of time to rob your house than, dosen't it?? Eileen gasped and started to shake and cry "PLEASE MISTER DON'T HURT ME". i thought to myself well theres the code sentence. i continued our little act..."do you have any rope in the house", i asked rather menacingly after grabbing her arm and holding her by it.

alex


Mon Dec 22 11:55:01 EST 1997

eileen could have won an acedemy award when she looked at me with fake tears in her eyes and said, "wha...wha...do you need rope for mister? "i have to keep you out of the way while i ransack your home"."oh please i won't do anything please don't tie me up, we don't have any rope in the house". i looked at her buglar too schoolgirl and said "well i guess these will have to do" as i pulled out the torn bedsheets from were i had stashed them in her closet.i commanded her "put your wrist behind you so i can tie them".Please don't" she wimpered. "now" i yelled. eileen did as she was told pretend sobbing the whole way as i wound the torn material around her wrist. after i had tightly cinched them eileen made a comment" hey, nice job, your getting rather good at this ". i thanked her for the compliment but, told her to get "back in character, if she wanted the academy awrd for best 11 year old, in a tie up scene. i then grabbed her arm with one hand and picked up the rest of the sheets with the other.i made her sit on the bed while i tied her ankles and knees. when it came time for the gag eileen really got into her role and asked "what are you going to do with that". "i have to keep you quiet so i'm going to tie this in you mouth.

alex


Mon Dec 22 12:13:31 EST 1997

she pleade with me not to gag her (at this point i had to jump out of character and sincerly ask her if she was o.k. because the very real tears and crying had me convinced that she was actually scared.( at this point i would have terminated the game. even tie-ups were not worth my good relationship with my little sister)when i did stop the game and inquired about her frame of mind eileen chastised me for "breaking character" and said "the day i'm scared of you, will never come, now either gag me or not, remember mary lee is coming over in about one half hour and i have to study".well the "not scared of you comment really set me off. how dare this little 11 girl not be afraid of my villiony. i put the cloth to my sisters mouth, she opened to recaive it, and i put it between her lips.it was the first time that i realized how long the cloth was and i decided to do something that i never thought of before.

alex


Mon Dec 22 12:23:40 EST 1997

i wound the cloth around tightly once, than twice,than to my amazement ( and judging by eileen muffled comments,her amazement too), a third time before knotting it behind her hair at the nape of her neck. at this point i should point out that i was straddling eileen's hips so i really was able to get some leverage into knotting the gag. "hey, honey", prwtty decent way of keeping a young girl quiet so a burglar can make a living, don.t you think"? eileen's only reply was a not so loud" MMMMPPPPHHFF".(but, beleive it or not i think she was giggling under the muffling cloth.)

alex


Mon Dec 22 12:33:56 EST 1997

i told her that i would "look around for valuables", and that she should keep quiet and she wouldn't be hurt and that if she's a good girl i might come back and take off the gag.(i, at that point, had exhausted all the "bad guy phrases that i knew and besides i really had to go to the bathroom).i took one last concerned look at my little 11 year old sister, laying helpless on her bed, and went to see a man about a horse.

alex


Mon Dec 22 12:39:52 EST 1997

it only took a couple of minutes but when i got back to ehr room eileen was nowhere to be found. it absolutely scared the crap out of me. the bed was empty the lights were turned off, the room was dark. what if a real burglar showed up and helped himself to my helpless sister/ what if he's still around ar how would i explain this to my parents? who would play tie - up games with me now? i walked into the room thinking eileen rolled off the opposite side of the bed. i neglected to turn on the light, when BOOM. before i knew it, i had tripped on something and landed flat on my face. i jumped up and quickly turned on the bedroom light. the "something that i had tripped over was eileen. she was giggling profusely behind her still very tight gag.she had somehow got off the bed, turned off the lights, and laid on the floor, just to play her trick on me. as she laughed while from the floor i noticed that she was laying on her stomach, her ankles were bent up to her hands and she was trying to untie her feet that way.boy, did that give me ideas.

alex


Mon Dec 22 12:52:26 EST 1997

i reached down and grabbed her around the waist, and proceeded to dump her gently on the bed again."i see that you have much too much movement young lady", i said in my best and most menacingly burglar voice. "let's see if we can rectify the situation. eileen only gave me a very
superior look as she continued to giggle.

alex


Mon Dec 22 12:56:44 EST 1997

it was then that i noticed that eileen's plaid jumper had hiked up and i could see her white underpants.i said what any older brother would have said in this situation..."i see londan i see france i see eileen's underpants". she just giggled. getting back to my role of the burglar, and not eileen's older brother, i said "you have the longest, loveliest set of legs that i have ever seen on a young girl, but, we're going to see if we can make those gam's useless,. so there won't be anymore practical jokes played on me.

alex


Mon Dec 22 13:06:14 EST 1997

with those words, i took another lenght of bedsheet and tied them around eileen's bound wrist. i then grabbed her ankles and threaded the other end of the sheet through the ankle bindings. all this timme eileen was trying ti look behind her and made urgent muffled inquiries as to what i was doing. although at this point in my life i had no idea what a "hogtie" was. i did just that to my sister.(i guess every guy growing up looks fondly back at his first ball game, his first date and his first hogtie). i spared no strain when i pulled bare legs up. when i eas done with the knot i noticed that her clenching fingers could actually touch her white lacy ankle socks. i got up off the bedd and just looked down at my 11 year baby sister dressed in her finest catholic schoolgirl attire. her jumper had risen well over her underpants, very tightly hogtied, the absolute tightest gag i had ever applied to her. i really wanted to just study her for awhile so i told her to role around on her side. when shen shook her head "no", i couldn't resist, and gave her a sharp but very loving crack on her exposed butt.with a yelp eileen did as she was told.( still giggling on top of all this). i made her move into every position available to her, giving her a crack when she didn't move quick enough.

alex


Mon Dec 22 13:22:43 EST 1997

unfortuneatly, and true to my word, i had to untie eileen. we had a good conversation afterward sitting on her bed. i kept my arm around her the whole time and helped her to massage her wrists and cheeks.( her face cheeks, not the other kind).as i had hoped, the bedsheets didn't leave any tell tale marks.eileen and i talked about what she had liked about this tie - up, and what she didn't. she really like the acting part of our games. she thought the hogtie was pretty inventive(at this time i actually felt that i had invented the "hogtie")she teased me about the tripping trick. and when i told her that i was initually scared that someone had teken her after my bathroom trip she seemed generally touched. eileen also asked me if i really thought that her legs were nice, or was that just "the burglar" in me talking. i assured her that her legs were magnificent and that if hse wanted to keep them that wau she should work out with me at the gym. she thought that it would be fun.

alex


Mon Dec 22 13:33:58 EST 1997

knowing that mary lee was coming over i told eileen that we had better clean up. after cleanning up the bedsheets(they had to be cut off witth scissors) and making her bed, i got up the nerve to ask my sister if she thought mary lee would be interested in our little secret l;ife. Eileen just giggled the way she always seemed to do and said that she knew that sooner or later i was going to inquire about that. eileen promised me tha tif i would leave them alone, and let them study, she would ask mary lee to participate. she also said that she couldn't mke any promises.i agreed to this just as we heard a knock on the door. before she could answer it i gave my little sister a very big brothrly bear hu and thanked her for "playing OUR game". she said that she had fun and that more times were coming in the future. her parting words were "just relax a little on those gags please.(yea.....right i thought)

alex


Mon Dec 22 14:14:51 Est 1997

I'm back... I did notice a few requests for more stories about my babysitter but did not have the time to post anything because of finals. I do have a few other stories about that particular babysitter but for now, I thought I'd try something else...

One night, I was 18 at the time, one of my dearest friends, Melany, gave me a call. She was at home with her sister, Veronique, and they wanted to know if I would come over to watch a movie with them. At the time, I was really attracted to Melany so I jumped on the occasion and said yes.

It took me about half an hour to get to their place and as soon as I arrived, they made some popcorn and we started to watch the first movie they had rented, a second one waiting for afterwards. Melany was 19 at the time and a gorgeous blonde with wavy hair and a great looking face, and smile, and had average sized breasts and a very petit body. Her sister, Veronique, was 16 and looked exactly like Melany except that she had more breast and black straight hair.

So we watched the first movie, I don't remember what it was but I do remember it was lame. So lame in fact that, to have something to do, I started teasing the girls and making funny remarks every chance I got. The girls must have liked the movie for they seemed pretty angry about my remarks and told me to shut up all the time, which I didn't.

John2


Mon Dec 22 14:23:48 Est 1997

About midway through the movie, I was really going at it and the girls just had enough... They told me to shut up or else... And I replied or else what? You're gonna make me shut up and tie me up? Melany then got an idea... my idea! She said she was going to make more popcorn since we had none left and left the room. We paused the movie and waited for her to return. When she did return, there was no popcorn, she had gone for some rope and hanky...

I just could not believe it! They both jumped on me and I struggled as hard as I could but they quickly got the upper hand: they knew my one weakness... tickling, and used it against me. After I could not take it anymore, I said that I would let them tie me up if they just stopped tickling me! They agreed and proceeded to tying me up.

Melany took a piece of rope and tied my wrists criss cross in my back as Veronique tied my ankles and knees. Finally, Melany took a hanky and stuffed it into my mouth and another one kept it in place. We watched the entire movie, well they did... I tried to get loose during the entire time.

After the movie, Melany decided that she wanted to take a quick shower before the next movie. She went in and told Veronique to watch me very closely.

John2


Mon Dec 22 14:31:15 Est 1997

Somehow, as Melany left, I managed to get my hands free. I waited until Veronique checked on me to make sure I was still tied up to grab her by an arm and toss her on the sofa on which I was sitting. She obviously did not expect that to happen and I quickly tied her wrists criss cross in her back. I then untied my ankles and knees and took off my gag and gagged Veronique the same way I had been. I then told her we were going to her room and there, I tied her ankles and knees. Then, I layed her on her bed and took one more rope and tied it to her bound wrists and connected it to her bound ankles, effectively hogtying her. During the entire time, I listened closely for the shower in case Melany were to get out of it. She didn't, at least not before I had time to tie up her sister very tightly and then, I went back to the sofa, sat on it, gagged myself and tied my ankles and knees very loosely.

Melany came out of the shower a little while after that and came to check on me and her sister. When she relized Veronique was nowhere to be found she asked me where she was. I replied mmmmpppffff and Melany laughed and came over to take my gag off.

John2


Mon Dec 22 14:39:43 Est 1997

As she bent over me to take the gag off, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards me, making her fall on her stomach. I quickly wound rope around her wrists and untied my ankles and knees and took off my gag. Melany then asked me where her sister was and I decided to show her... but before I did, I gagged her by stuffing a hanky in her mouth and covering it with another one.

As we came into her sister's room, her eyes widened as she saw Veronique and realized that this was her own future too. I then took her to her room and tied her exactly the same way I tied Veronique. I left the 2 girls tied like that and watched the second movie all by myself. After the movie, I went into Veronique's room to check on her. She was still tied the same way I left her and I decided to be nice to her. I untied the rope that kept her in a hogtie and placed a chair in the middle of the room. I instructed her to sit on it or be hotied againg and she sat on the chair. I wound some rope around her arms and took some more rope to tie her ankles to the chair. I did the same with her wrists and gave her a kiss on a cheek before leaving there and goign to her sister's room... remember, I had a crush on Melany and I had fantasised about tying her up a lot.

John2


Mon Dec 22 14:46:55 Est 1997

I went into Melany's room and watched her struggle for about ten minutes and then came up with an idea. I untied her completely and ungagged her. I told her not to try anything or it would make things worse for her, she complied. I told her that we would play a little game consisting of me blocking the only way out, the door, and her trying to get past me and untie her sister. Of course, she was to never succeed in her attempts and struggle a lot each time. So we played the game.

She came up to me and I grabbed her by her wrists which I crossed in her back and held with one hand (she had really little wrists and my hand could go around both of them quite easily) and used my other hand to gag her. She struggled and struggled but I was stronger than her. I then shoved her on her bed and tied her back up, spread eagled to her bed.

I kissed Melany deeply on the mouth and gagged her
before heading to her sister's room where I played the same game. She struggle a little less than Melany and I was a little disappointed and tied her too spread eagle on her bed. I then went back to Melany's room and took her gag off and she told me she wanted me! We made love that night and completely forgot abouther tied sister, which we untied the next morning, well, afternoon to be exact, we slept a lot.

Melany and I became lovers and we played a lot of these bondage games alone or with her sister and even sometimes with some of their friends... but that's another story, for another time...

John2


Mon Dec 22 14:55:35 Est 1997


Hope you enjoyed my little story and sorry if I use some terms you can't really understand or use the way I did... I'm french and doing my best!

John2


Mon Dec 22 18:43:23 Pacific Standard Time 1997

Someone please post more complete info on tying the "rope handcuff"..not the client site but for free.Even a website will do.Thanks.



Tue Dec 23 13:57:31 PST 1997

there is some info on the handcuff knot at members.tripod.com/~magicknot

jayson a
ajayson@hotmail.com


Tue Dec 23 19:08:10 1997

Wish I could contribute more to this page, but I don't have many memorable experiences. I tied up a cousin a couple times, and also did things to her Barbie that would make Mattel go nuts...

I guess my best "bondage buddy" was Debbie. Her aunt & uncle lived in the apartment upstairs from us, and she was always interested in a game of superheroine or spy or kidnapped beauty queen. One thing I always remember was how she could get into the idea. Even if we were forced to play without props, she would stay with her legs together, her wrists crossed behind her back, and her lips pressed tight, not speaking until the game's rules said her gag had been removed...

Doppelganger


Tue Dec 23 19:13:10 1997

One time I remember, I was @ 13 and Debbie was 14 or 15. She had already begun to develop, and had shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes. She was cute. On this day she was dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt that was stretched nicely across her chest. We were in my basement playing detective. I was the detective (& the villain), and she was my girlfriend/secretary. Of course, while detective me was out following a lead, villain me decided to find out what evidence I had left behind.

Doppelganger


Tue Dec 23 19:13:10 1997

So I called Debbie at the "office" and asked her to meet me if she wanted a hot tip. When she entered the 1/2 of the basement that was my hideout, I popped out from behind the bar, handgagged her and pulled her into this "secret room." She sat on the floor while I pulled her wrists behind her back and tied them with some old rope. Then I sat her up against the wall, tied her ankles together, and gagged her with an old t-shirt. Then I watched her struggle until the detective came in and caught me. Most of our games went like that. I sometimes wonder where Debbie is today...and if she plays games with whoever she wound up with.

Doppelganger


Tue Dec 23 21:06:53 PST 1997

Don't know if this is considered on-topic or not, but I caught a movie last night on HBO called "Live Nude Girls" about a bunch of women friends sitting around talking about things, including sexual fantasies and such. One of the women(Dana Delaney, I think) says at one point"When I was a kid, I had these two older boy cousins who used to play a 'secret game' where they would tie me up--and I LOVED IT!!!" She also spoke of a penchant for spanking.
With all the talk of childhood bondage experiences going on around here, I thought I would share that. When I was a kid, I thought I was the only one doing or thinking these things. Now there's web pages like this one, and now even a mainstream movie reference. Small world.

Will
blip40@hotmail.com


Tue Dec 23 21:15:45 PST 1997

Also: John2, your english is fine. Please post more stories. Loved the last one.

Doppelganger brings up a good point. Does anyone know if their childhood "victims" have any interest in bondage today? Do they remember the bondage experiences differently than other games they may have played? I'd like to hear from people about this who may still have some contact with their childhood playmates. Especially all the folks who tied up their sisters or cousins. I used to tie up a little neighbor girl, but I haven't seen her in years and have no idea if our games affected her or not. I do know that many of my past girlfriends who I introduced to bondage are still into it today. Pretty cool.

Will
blip40@hotmail.com


Tue Dec 23 20:52:02 Pacific Standard Time 1997

Re: rope handcuff aka handcuff knot thanks jayson but that was the pay site i referred to in my post anyone else know how to tie that knot???



Wed Dec 24 10:49:52 GMT 1997

Re: The ROPE HANDCUFF

You are right, it is a pay site, they sell illusions to magicians. That illusion costs only $5.00 and you get 50 good pictures.

When I used the site I did not want to set up an account so they said I should just put $5.00 in an envelope and send it to them. They even sent me an account number by eMail long before I had sent my money.



Wed Dec 24 11:19:50 GMT 1997

Yesterday, as I was driving into town I happened to end up following a cop car. At the traffic lights I happened to note that it appeared that there were three blond girls in the back. It also appeared that the front passenger seat was empty.
So, I decided to pull into the left lane so that I would be next to them. I was fortunate enough that at the next light we were both stopped, each as the second car, so I got to look it. I could not see too much but they seemed to be leaning forward a little.

continued...



Wed Dec 24 11:29:25 GMT 1997

more on the police car:

I assumed, from the way that they were sitting, and from the fact that the front seat was empty, that they were in fact handcuffed.

As we drove off, I dropped back so that I could follow them, hoping that they may be going to the police station. They did.

At the police station they pulled up outside. The cop got out, opened the back door and one of the girls got out. It was not easy, her hands were cuffed and her ankles hobbled. He closed the door leaving the other two in the car and took her up the stairs and inside.

By the time he returned for the next ones I had parked the car and was watching.



Wed Dec 24 12:07:00 GMT 1997

to: whoever you are

I collected the ROPE HANDCUFF from ~magicknot for $5.00, it does explain all that you need to know, in very great detail. I am not willing to send it to you since they clearly need to make money.

However, if you like I would eMil you some of the pictures of it in use that they include. This will not tell you how it is tied but does show a girl tied in a number of different and interesting ways. I would send this on the basis that it might get you to realize that $5.00 is a reasonable price for this.

eMail me if you are interested.

jason a
ajayson@hotmail.com


Wed Dec 24 12:13:34 GMT 1997

by the way, if I do eMail you those images remember that I will be careful not to send enough detail that you can work out how to tie the knot.

Also, what is nice is that this is a magic site, not an adult one so you need have no concern about being seen there!

jason a
ajayson@hotmail.com


Thu Dec 25 23:43:19 CST 1997

There was a girl that lived across the street from me. Her name was Jenny, and she was a knockout. Blonde, blue eyes, great figure...well, she and her sister used to always play "cops & robbers" games with me - I would be the robber, and the two girls would play Nancy Drew-like private investigators, allowing me to kidnap them. I would usually sneak up behind them, wrap one arm tightly(but not painfully)around their waists, then hand-gag them, and drag them to another part of the house, binding their wrists and ankles with some rope I got from my father's workbench. Later, I even used some handkerchiefs as gags, and one time, with Jenny alone, pretended to chloroform her unconscious. I told her that I was going to press this handkerchief over her face, and she was to pretend like there was chloroform in it. She slumped in my arms, and I carried her to a chair in another part of the house, bound her wrists behind her, and tied her ankles securely together. Then, I took another scarf and gagged her. She was dressed very nicely for this episode - light blue blouse, white slacks, and blue flats. That scene lives in my memory to this day.

Bob

Bob Nielsen
knightryder@mindspring.com


Mon Dec 29 04:58:21 1997

Wow. These stories are great. I never thought I'd find a page like this. I just wanted to say thanks especially to alex, john2, jazz411, canuck and JCL for their stories. I'll write back soon with a few of my own stories from my childhood (and present if anyone wishes).

paul
ashhill@vianet.net.au