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Name: Andy
Comments:Kristi, No I haven't had anything like this done.... The only dangers I can really think of are, and this is the most crucial. Do not bury him anywhere near where the tide comes in, if you leave him for too long and the tide starts to comes in the sand, even loosly packed sand will turn to something like cement, so very very dangerous. He could easily drown, you'd never be able to get him out in time. The only other danger would be (that I can think of) is the skin needs to breath, provided his head were not covered up he should be okay, or he could die of skin suffocation. Obviously he'd get quite sweaty so you'd need to keep him hydrated to.

I must admit I am quite jealous of your bro, the birthday kidnapping sounded great. Mostly the blindfolding, be great to be blindfolded for that long by some girls. :)
Saturday, May 15th 2004 - 09:19:49 AM
Name: Kristi
Comments:I’m not writing a story, but I do have a question for anybody that can answer.

Last week, I went to the beach with a couple of friends. As we were laying under the sun, we saw a little boy being buried in the sand by his brother and sister. My friend Anna mentioned that it’d be funny to bury my brother up to his neck in the sand too. To be honest, I had the same thought running through my mind. As we watched, the little boy pushed all the sand away in less than a few minutes, and it occurred to me that we’d have to dig a hole fairly deep so he couldn’t get out so easily. But I was also thinking what a terrible feeling it would be to be buried like that, but how funny it’d be too to see only his head sticking out of the sand. So I ask anyone here:

Has anyone been buried up to their head before? What was it like? Were you able to move or get out at all? If I did bury my brother, how deep of a hole would we have to dig? Is there any danger in doing something like this?

I haven’t “suggested” this idea to my brother, but I’m sure that he’d like it. I obviously don’t want to hurt him, so I’m asking these questions out of safety.
Saturday, May 15th 2004 - 07:31:06 AM
Name: Cabra
Comments:Hi Kristi!

Would be nice if you can mail me your stories too! I miss them. If you want, please mail to
cabrafoxhotmail.com

Thank you a lot
Cabra
Wednesday, May 12th 2004 - 10:21:04 AM
Name: Dr.Tickle
Comments:@Kristi again

Well that's a pitty. I think a working archive would be cool. Maybe u could send me your stories as a zip-file to

tim_goe(at_n0sp@m)yahoo.de

That would really be great!
Hope to read more from u soon!
Wednesday, May 12th 2004 - 07:10:45 AM
Name: Kristi
Comments:Thank You, Dr.

No, I don't have a website. I wouldn't even know how to create one either. What THIS site needs, however, is an archive where all the stories can be saved.
Sunday, May 9th 2004 - 08:31:49 AM
Name: Dr.Tickle
Comments:@Kristi

Nice to see you back!

BTW. Do u have a website with all your old stories about your brother? I can't find them anymore on this page :(

Tnx a lot!
Friday, May 7th 2004 - 08:30:46 PM
Name: Kristi
Comments:My brother, sister, or me hadn’t told out parents about my brother wanting to be tied up before. So, when our mother came home last week and found my brother tied up by me, it was a embarrassing moment. It wasn’t that she was mad at us, but more like she had a difficult time trying to figure out why, or what the reason was. Even though we tried to explain everything to her, my mother still didn’t understand what the purpose of it all. She knew that it wasn’t a dominant-submissive thing, because my brother is a very tough guy, and he certainly isn’t shy with females either. So my mom didn’t fully understand why my brother liked having me and Karen tie him up. We all decided that if she watched as we tied him up, that she might have a better idea of the game. She agreed that it might give her some insight, but I think all us kids could tell that she felt kind of strange agreeing to this. I had a class on Wednesday night, so Thursday would be the only other time that we could do this before my dad returned from his trip.

When my mother came home from work on Thursday, she stopped and picked up burgers for dinner. While we were eating, my brother was impatient, and was ready to be tied up. My mother set some ground rules, but basically, we wouldn’t keep him tied for more than an hour. Originally, she said 30 minutes, but we had told her that he has been tied up for much longer. She wasn’t happy about that, but my brother said it’d be OK. My mom then asked Karen and me how we were going to tie him up. Surprisingly, Karen asked our mom how she thinks we should. My mother just chuckled and said that we were the experts at this, not her. We had told her about the ways that we have tied him up before, so when my brother suggested “tied down in his bedroom“, she said whatever way he wanted. Karen and me told him to get the ropes and that we’d be in his bedroom in a few minutes.

While my sister and me were cleaning up, my mom changed out of her work clothes. When she came back out, she was wearing a mid thigh sundress. For a 40 year old woman, she really does have a fantastic body, and she is very attractive. All my guy friends like her. She is about 5’ 8” and maybe 130 lbs and shoulder length hair. She can pass for 10 or 15 years younger. The three of us went into my brothers bedroom and asked him if he was ready. He was sitting on his bed and immediately said that he was. Karen told him to tie his own feet and then we would tie his hands. Our mother didn’t say anything except to have a smirk on her face when my brother got down on the floor next to where she was standing. He tied a length of rope around each of his ankles and then tied each ankle to a leg of his dresser. He tied multiple knots in the rope and it didn’t appear that he’d even be able to move his feet around at all. When he was done tying his feet, he slid his butt back to fully extend and stretch out his spread legs.

Our mom just stood next to him as he laid down on his back and raised his arms above his head. Karen stepped over him and we both got down on our knees and started tying rope around his wrists. She moved closer to our brothers chest to watch as we tied his hands. She told us not tie his wrists too tight or we’ll cut off the circulation. I said that he’d be fine, but it seemed like she was supervising us. Once that Karen and me had the rope tied securely around his wrists, we wrapped the other ends around the legs of the bed and pulled the rope tight. This fully stretched his arms out straight, leaving him spread eagled. We tied the knots off on the bed legs and my mom asked if we were done. Karen stood up and said “it’s now up to him”!!!

I was on my knees next to my sprawled out brother and my mom and sister were standing on either side of him. My mom gazed over his entire spread out body and said that she understood why we didn’t want our father to know about this game. She asked us where we ever got the idea to tie him up spread eagled like this and I told her that I saw it in a movie before. She asked “A western”? And I said that I thought it was. She went on to say that Indians would “stake-out” their captives and torture them. My brother asked what kind of torture would they do and my mom said “things like cover the prisoner with honey and have ants and rats eat them alive“. Karen then said “I wonder if they ever used tickling as a torture”, as she smiled down at him at her feet. Our mother said that she can see the temptation for us to tickle him our brother with him in such a vulnerable position.

That was like a cue for me and I reached across him and poked him in his ribs and wiggled my fingers. He tried to jump away, but could only let out a surprised laugh. I only tickled him for just a few seconds because I was sure my mother wouldn’t like it. She screamed “Kristi !!!!!! Stop that”. She said “Girls……I have to tell you. I am not a bit thrilled by this ‘Houdini’ escape game. Especially when you’re taking advantage of your brother”. My brother looked up at her standing above him, and said “Mom……..It’s OK………..It’s not that bad”. She said that she doesn’t care and that she does not like seeing her son sprawled out on the floor, tied up, and defenseless. I got back up on my feet and was standing next to my mom when Karen asked her if she wanted us to untie him. She said that she would prefer that we did. The three of us looked down at my brother and he had a disappointed look. I could tell that he wanted us to keep him tied up for a while longer. He said, “Mom……Let me try to escape ……..Pleeeease? …………..You promised” She stared down at him and was thinking for a moment and finally said “OK………..I did say one hour, but no more tickling” Both Karen and me agreed that we wouldn‘t.

My mom, sister, and me watched for about 15 minutes as he tried in vain to wiggle his wrists loose from the rope. My mother had her arms crossed most of the time as she was watching him struggle at her feet. He’d sometimes rest and just stare up at us above him. My mom wouldn’t say anything. She’d only look down at him with a disturbed look on her face. Neither Karen or me wanted to say anything out of our mothers intimidation. Finally, my mom asked us “Is this all there is”? We asked her what she meant, and she said…..”I mean is this all there is? You tie him up and watch him try to escape? I guess I just don’t see the point of this”. My brother stopped his struggling and looked up at her and said “Mom………It’s a like a game…….. If I escape, then I win……..If I can’t escape, then Karen and Kristi win” Her response was “There are better, more healthy games, than this”. Karen and me looked at each other and we secretly knew that our mother was right. But, like our brother, we enjoyed the challenge of him trying to escape.

After about 20 minutes, my mom left the room, leaving Karen and me alone with our brother. We both were looking down at him, stretched out and spread eagled on the floor, and we talked for a few minutes about our mothers reactions. My brother wasn’t moving around much, only looking up at Karen and me standing over him. Karen said that she was going to go talk to mom and try to make her understand a little more. I stayed with my brother and we talked. We didn’t really talk about our mother, or about him being tied up …… it was just conversation. During this time, he wasn’t trying to wiggle his wrists free or making any attempt at escaping. He’d just lay there and I was standing next to him and we’d talk.

After about 20 minutes, my mother and sister came back into the room and came over to where my brother was spread out on floor. My mom stepped over him and faced me and my sister. She said that she and Karen had talked, and even though she doesn’t like seeing her son tied up, she admits that as long as the three of us are having fun and that he’s not being hurt, she can be cool with this game. Karen gave her a water bottle, and my mom bent down and poured some water into my brothers mouth. When he swallowed the water, he looked up at her and smiled. I couldn’t see, but I’m sure that she smiled too. While she was crouched down next to him, my brother asked her if she still wasn’t going to tell our father. My mom said that she told us that she wasn’t going to, but that we’d better hope that he doesn’t find out the way that she did. She stood up and told him that he only has a few more minutes in his escape attempt.

We watched him tug and pull on the ropes and when the hour was almost up, his left hand slid through the rope around his wrist. We were actually very impressed, because we thought that we had tied his wrists pretty good. My mom, Karen, and me gave him a round of applause and congratulated him. My mother said that she was very surprised that he could escape because having his arms and legs stretched out in 4 different directions seemed impossible. Now that he was virtually free, my mom was much more at ease. She told us that she can sometimes be there and watch, but don’t ever expect her to help tie him up. We were all cool with that and Karen and me left the room, but my mom stayed and watched him untie his other hand and his feet.
Thursday, May 6th 2004 - 10:49:05 PM
Name: BiSub
Comments:Well seems some of the guys here ended liking switching.

I was really into being dominate in bondage then I got curious about being bound and gagged.

I wanted someone who I could trust so I asked my stepsister who was all to eager to tie me up!
Her exact words were payback time.

So it began she tie and gag me soon as our parents were gone it was cool but I just didn't feel submissive and maybe I was also curious about crossing.

I knew our parents were going out of town for a weekend.

It was during my sister tying me I told her I had a very strange request to ask her.
She said what I told her I don't really feel submissive and was curious to see what it felt like dressed up!

She laughed so you want to be my sister too.
I blushed yeah she said well ok then I dress you up in some of my old clothes.

So the day our parents left I cut class and came home showered and shaved my whole body.
My step sister went to a different high shcool then me so she got home later.

She had left lotion and a pair of full cut black satin panty's and black bra along with a pair of coffee colored hose.
A note saying lotion up put these on and go into your closet and you will find the rest of your outfit.

I found a red and white floral dress I slipped into it and a pair of white sandals.
I recalled my sister wearing this outfit last year.

I waited for her excited.
She came home saw me and said good girl she had a bag in it she had a brown wig.
She said it used to be her best friends but she didn't want it anymore so now it was mine.
She put it on me and combed it.
Then make up to include nail polish.

She said well you need boobs and you be my new sister she dug through her drawer and pulled out some falsies she called them.
She stuffed them into the bra and zipped the dress telling me if your to be a girl you gotta learn to zip your own dress.

We laughed well now I will call you Tiffany.
I said ok she said no dork you have to try and talk like a girl!
I tried she said we will pratice.
Now it's time to tie Tiffany up.
She tied me to a chair and gagged me with our homemad ballgag.

Very cute Tiffany now mmpph for me and so began my journey.
I felt so submissive I thought of every woman I seen tied and gagged and tried to act like them including my sister!

She untied me and had me serve her I was retied and gagged throughtout the night!

She and I played out this role for a few months and then she had the idea to see if I could fool a guy into thinking I was a real girl!

I was nerveous because getting the crap beat out of me dressed like a girl was not something I wanted to do.

She told me that the guy would be her boyfriend he is into tying up girls so maybe he can tie you up so you will really feel like a chick.

She promised nothing would happen!
I was afraid he would know it was me.

I thought about it and agreed to it.
She got me made up in a denim skirt shiny hose a pair of her mules and a t shirt.

I asked what if he tries to feel me up she laughed and said I will kick his ass.

Your our cousin Tiffany ok.

I was nerveous when he got there he looked at me all over.
It felt weird we had a few shots from our liquor cabinet.
My sister said Tiffany here has never been tied up before.
Her boyfriend smiled really well I could help her out if it's ok with you babe.
My sister was it's ok with me.
How about it Tif you up for it.
I was blushing a soft yes came out.
Cool I got some rope in my car he left.
I was scared my sister said your doing fine he bought it!

He came back my sister went and got a kitchen chair.
Have a seat Tif I will have you tied up in no time at all.

Well he told me to put my hands behind me and then I saw him open this old gym bag it had rope tape and a whip looking thing.

Soon he had my wrists tied and connected to the chair he looped rope over and under my upper body.
Pinning me to the chair.
I must have looked afraid ok Tif he said we can stop here till your ready.
I said I am ok.
Good he said your doing fine my sister said she is really tied up good.
You like it Tif yes I said.

I was excited his hands were strong and the ropes were tight!

He tied me above and below the knees his hands stroked my hose covered legs.
I like your hose Tif!
Thanks I said it felt really good.
My sister said hey perv that's my cousin.

He said you know I love hose girl!

He tied my ankles crossed and connected them to the chair.
He stood and said well your all tied up Tif feel free to loose your shoes!
Now All we got to do is gag you!

My sister said use your ballgag.
He said you heard the lady he grabbed a red ball with a thick leather strap.
Don't worry Tif Your cousin already broke it in for you.
My sister said shut up nerd.

Open wide and seconds later I was tied and ballgagged.
On display for my Sister and her man.

He said see if you can get free Tif I pretended to not know how to act even trying to talk with the ball filling my mouth!

I could see by the lump in his jeans he was into it!
Hey said wiggle your feet Tif!
I did my sister said why don't you just take off her shoes if you want to see her feet so bad.
He stood and pulled off the shoes holding one to his nose hey her feet smell like yours!

My sisters face turned red shut up.

Well they had a drank and started making out.
Soon my sister had his penis out and was stroking him as they watched me!

He came big time!
I was blushing seeing this.

Well before long my sister and I were hogtied and since he had only one ballgag my sister was treated to her own dirty socks stuffed in her mouth!

I was so turned on I prayed he didn't notice.

He palyed with our feet and himself for waht seemed like forever.

So it became sort of a routine him coming by tying and gagging me!
Especially when it was my sisters time of month!

Things got really wild they had sex with me tied up he stared at me the whole time!

I was really scared especially when he wanted me to join them!
My step sister said no and came up with a story!

After that day we took a break but when we started the game again.
My sister offered my mouth to him!
She told me he reallly wanted to nail me so I had to think quick.

It felt so strange I was scared he would find out so I blew him and jerked him off since he used my stepsister and I for his needs.
Tying one of us up and using one us or having us both tied up and using our mouths.

There was one to many close calls so I put a stop to it.
Plus it figured it was just a matter of time.
Maybe he knew it but didn't care.

Thursday, May 6th 2004 - 01:45:39 PM
Name: Dek
E-mail address: na
Homepage URL: http://none
Comments:Wow this site is crazy cool.

I enjoyed a lot of the post here and figured what the heck might as well share my trip.

I loved bondage as young as I can remember.
As kids my friends and I played tie ups.

Once we hit our teens well it all seemed to come to a halt.

I started doing self bondage which did the trick and once tied up one of my sisters friends on a bet she was like ok I lost get it over with!

Well I guess it changed for me on Halloween my buddys said we should all dress up like cheer-leaders for this party.
I really didn't want to but did and enlisted my older sister who's uniform I was going to wear.
She told me I had to shave my legs and well I shaved my whole body.
She gave me a old pair of her panties and these dancers tights.
I she got one of her sports bras and stuffed it.
I felt excited so in fact that I had to go pull one off before my sister could see my excitment.
I enjoyed the feel of the tights on my skin it was almost a bondage like feeling.

Well she got me suited up and did my makeup.

She said you look good with a laugh for a guy.

We hit the party and me and a guy dressed like pin head took the prizes.
My buddies teased me about winning.
By now I was toasted and my mouth was spouting off things, that I normally wouldn't say but since my friends were toasted too and for the most part not listening it was ok.

The one person who was listening in was my older sister!

I think I might have mentioned the tie up games we all played as kids and followed up by asking why we never play anymore.
Later I think I was trying to bribe my best friend into tying me up while I was dressed in my cheerleader outfit.
He was agreeing too but then felt sick and 10 minutes later was passed out.

I left and figured I would go home and tie myself up and get off.

I had no idea my sister heard my discussion with my buddy.
Also I had no idea she left and was at home waiting for me!

I got home and went to my room took out my ropes and stuff and figured a quick trip the restroom before my adventure.

I came back to my room and saw my sister sitting on my bed holding a piece of rope she smiled an evil smile.
So my brother wants to be tied up well dressed like a girl hmmm.
She told me she heard my bribe she said I am suprised you didn't offer to blow him since your a girl!

I told her to shut up she stood and said no bitch you shut up and turn around!
I felt excited she said now bitch.
I turned around and my wrists were pulled behind me and tied tight.
My sister said she still remembers all the times I tied her up so tight now it's payback.
She told me I was going to be her bitch from now on.

She tied my elbows and tied my ankles.
She used 2 pieces of tape to seal my lips.
Standing in the middle of my room tied and gagged.
My sister went and got her digital camera and took pics she made me pose.

It was such a turn on.

She retied me to a chair hands over my head in my closet and hogtied she regagged me with her dirty socks.

Making me smell her shoes and socks.
I was loving it she could see I was.

She told me this was our secret but as we were about to move on to a new postion my younger sister came home and saw us!
She was now in on it she tickled my feet and of course made me smell her socks and shoes.

Since that day my sisters dres me tie me and have me do their chores and any homework I am tied and gagged now we made a ballgag to use.
They take pics which they give me afterward so I can remember it and of course they love to make me smell socks shoes pantyhose and sometimes their feet, they have also discovered my moms dirty socks and shoes so my nose gets worked over
Tuesday, May 4th 2004 - 11:33:36 PM
Name: Kristi
Comments:I know it’s been a long time since I have written, and my sister and me have continued to tie up our brother when he has asked us. Although, there have also been times when we did tell him no, for whatever reason. But this last week, something happened that caused embarrassment, as well as a curious reaction.

On Monday of last week, our father had to go to Chicago for business and he would be gone all week. This left our mother, my sister, brother and me alone for the week. When my brother got home from school on Tuesday, he asked me if I would tie him up. I was doing some studying and figured that with him tied up, he wouldn’t be bugging me. So I said that I would. Mom wouldn’t be home from work until about 5:30, so we had a little over two hours for his tie up game. Since I was out on the patio, I thought that would be a good place for him too. I could still study and keep an eye on him at the same time. When he came back with the rope, I had him turn around and I tied his hands behind his back. I had him turn around when I was done and saw him try to wrestle and slip his hands out of the ropes. It would do him no good, however. I then had him lay face down on a chaise lounge. His head was hanging over the edge and his legs were stretched out to the opposite end. I took some more rope and slipped it through straps of the lounge and over him to tie his shoulders down. I then did the same to his back and below his butt. His feet were also tied to the lounge, as well as his legs.

It took almost 15 minutes to strap him down like this so that he couldn’t squirm around much. When I was done tying him, he had ropes crisscrossing his body and he was laying flat with his hands tightly tied behind him. I went around in front of him and kneeled over to ask him if he was alright and he said that he didn’t think he could stay in that position too long. I asked what was wrong and he said that he was just in a uncomfortable position. I asked him if he wanted me to untie him and he said no, but that he’d tell me if it became too uncomfortable. I smiled at him and stood up to go sit at the table. I would occasionally take a look over at him while I was studying and I could see him try in vain to wiggle free. He rarely let out a sound, except for a moan due to his disappointment of not being able to escape. I would sometimes make a snide remark to tease him and laugh at his predicament. He would only sigh out of frustration.

I had him tied up for about 45 minutes and I was pretty much into my studies, when I heard my mother sternly ask “What’s going on here”? She had come home early from work and saw my brother tied up and strapped down on the lounge and me sitting casually at the table. As she rushed over to him, she asked, “Kristi……….Did you do this? Why is he tied up”? She bent down to look at him before I even had a chance to answer her. I was too much in shock and really didn’t know what to say. As my mother knelt down in front of him, she raised his head in her hands and asked if he was alright. That’s when I told her that he WANTED me to tie him up. My brother confirmed to her that he had asked me and when she asked him why, he said that he wanted to see if he could escape. “Why on earth would you want to even try to find out”? she asked. And he told her that he thought of it as a challenge and that he felt good when he did escape. My mom looked over at me and I innocently smiled. She asked me how long that he’d been like this and I told her about an hour, and she just shook her head. She stood up and came over to the table where I was, and sat down. She stared at me, without saying a word. I started to say something, but she cut me off and said……”I think you better un-tie your brother now”. I could only say “OK” and got up to release him.

As I was unwrapping the straps holding him down to the chaise, she asked how many times that I’ve tied him up and how long it’s been going on. Either me or my brother would answer her questions as she sat, watching me untie him. All of this seemed kind of strange for my mother to understand, yet she seemed curious to figure out why he liked to be tied up. For some reason, she was not one bit surprised when we told her that Karen, my sister, also has tied him up before too. It took about 10 minutes to remove all of the rope that was strapping him down to the lounge. I helped him up and we both sat on the edge of the chaise, but I hadn’t untied his hands yet. We both looked at our mom with guilty looks, when Karen walked through the door and onto the patio. She saw my brother and me facing our mom, and asked what was going on.

My mother just looked at her and said “ I understand that you’re part of this too”. My sister was confused, because she wasn’t aware that he was tied up and she asked “Part of what”? My mom said “tying up your brother”. My sister was very candid and explained that he’d always ask one of us to tie him up and that neither of us would ever leave him alone when he was tied. She elaborated some more, which I won’t go into detail, and then my mom told me to untie my brothers hands. While I was untying his hands, my brother asked our mom if she was going to tell our father. She asked why shouldn’t she and my brother said “Because he’s going to think it’s strange”!!!! My mom said………. “And I don’t”? He pleaded with her and she agreed that she wouldn’t tell him as long as Karen and me made “absolutely sure” that he was never in any danger or was being hurt. Both Karen and me were surprised by that. I positive that my mom didn’t approve of our game, but since it was his desire to be tied up, what could she do.

Over dinner that night, the four of us talked about some of the times that Karen and me had tied up our brother. As the discussion progressed, we all felt more at ease about talking about it and our mother was curious. Perhaps talking about these times made her understand a little better. I personally think that two glasses of wine made her feel more at ease. Of course, we didn’t tell our mom about him getting turned on and excited, as I’ve written before. But we did admit that we have had friends of ours help tie him up. We also told her that we’ve tickled him when he‘s been tied up, although not for more than a few seconds. When we told her that, my sister, me, and my brother were quietly laughing because we all knew that it was more like tickle-torture for him. Our mother said that tickling him would surely be expected in such a vulnerable position. She looked at him and said that it was probably unbearable. He told her that he didn’t mind it and that it just made him want to escape faster. While we were putting the dishes away, our mother surprised us and said that sometime she’d like to watch as Karen and me tied him up. Karen was shocked by this and my brother was also surprised, but he was eager for it. I think she told us that to make sure that when we did tie him up, that he was not in any danger.

Two days later, my mom watched as we tied him up. I’ll write about that later.
Monday, May 3rd 2004 - 04:47:33 PM
Name: Kristi
Comments:Jill.......

Do you have any stories to contribute?
Sunday, May 2nd 2004 - 03:37:26 PM
Name: grak
Comments:is this dreambook still active
Thursday, April 29th 2004 - 06:59:16 AM
Name: Jill
Comments:long time no story -- let's get some new stories up here!!!
Wednesday, April 28th 2004 - 09:20:57 PM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: This is a quick story of the first time I was tied spread eagle to the bed. My girl agreed to tie me up. I asked her to tie me to the posts. She broke out the rope and scarves and I got naked. I assumed the position and she went to work first tying my wrists to the bed posts and then my ankles and it was tight.
So now I get to savour the feeling of the tight ropes on my wrists and ankles and the sight of my lady crawling around ontop of me.
Now straddling me she took one scarf and brought it up to my mouth to gag me with it. I playfully turned away and said "NO, don't gag me!". With that she got a smile on her face and tightly tied the scarf around my head. Then she did something I didn't expect. She went once behind my head and brought it around to the front tightly knotting it off over my mouth which made it extra secure. Then she took the other scarf and tied this one in the same fashion over my eyes as a blindfold.
Now she began her sexual torture that she is so good at. The fingernails digging in, the licking in every spot imaginable, the oral sex just enough to tease, the biting of the neck or earlobes, sitting on my face so my nose is her love canal, the tickling, the dragging of her long soft hair over my body, back and forth.
Then she finishes me off by slipping me inside her, my muscles strainning against the secure bonds. She gains leverage by once again digging in with her nails until I bleed. I explode inside her as she yells while she pumps me like a wild animal. I can't move, I can't speak, I can't see.
Then it's over and we just lay there as if dead. Eventually to my dismay I'm finally untied.
To this day I still think she's tied and gagged other men before. She just doesn't want to admit it. She is just too good with the ropes and gags and knots to not have done this before. If she has tied up others I'd love for her to tell me all about it.
Thursday, April 15th 2004 - 12:17:03 PM
Name: Husbound
Comments:What a great Sunday!!!! It is amazing what a late Saturday night and a new lock on the bedroom door can make your wife do. I had to stay up very late to finish work that was due on Monday. My wife knew that. As she went to bed, she hinted that I may have to take a nap the next day. That almost drove me to stop working, but I did not.

Of course, Sunday is Easter and the kids are up earlier than Xmas. After the Egg hunt is done, I go back to finishing my work. At 2 that afternoon, I finish and my pleasure began.

The kids are outside playing and I am told to check out the items on the bed. As I was finishing my work, my wife went to our bedroom and laid out some sleepwear for me. On the bed was my satin black bra and pink push up, two pairs of black tights, full length pink slip and my favourite, one piece blue nike women's swimsuit.

"So begin," my wife said. And I did.

My clothes came off so fast. I haven't been dressed and bound during the daytime for so long in my house. I could not wait. I put on the Black bra and one pair of the black tights. Next came the blue swimsuit and the pink push up bra. Last, I covered it all with the pink slip.

My wife then comes behind me and puts the other black tights on my arms, one arm in each leg, and pulls them up to my shoulders. Using a soft belt, she ties my hands securely behind my back. Using one of her strapless bras, my wife attaches it around my elbows, effectively pulling them together. Using pantyhose, my handes are then tied to my back to keep them in place.

To give me a fuller look, she takes the rolled up socks I have made and puts them into the swimsuit over the black bra. The pink push up bra holds the socks in place and the black bra is now tighter agains my nipples and skin.

My wife now takes a larger belt and wraps it over my elbow and under my socks to hold my arms close to my side. I am going absolutely nuts.

She pulls out one ofher black swimsuits and comes to my face. She puts the crotch over my eyes, folds the back of the swimsuit over my face and I am now blindfolded. Although I do not see, I know what happens next. Using a pair of panties, she stuffs them into my mouth through the swimsuit and then pulls another pair of pantyhose over my head. Using the legs of the pantyhose, she secures the panties in my mouth and this also keeps the bathing suit on my face.

All that is left is to secure my ankles and knees and I am laid down on my stomach on the bed. This way to feel the "breasts" push into my chest. My ankles are then pulled through the brass bed frame and tied. This keeps me from rolling over and off my chest.

my wife leans over and whispers, "It is about time you put that lock on the door."

If I only knew. It would have been on years ago and we could have saved a fortune in hotel bills. My wife reaches under me to give me a good rub and then leaves me to my own devices. My wife understands taht I can not stay dressed like this on my stomach without rocking the hips. Man, do I have an understanding wife. Next, I hear her walk out and close the door behind.

Our general rule is to leave me alone for one hour. she then checks to make sure I am okay and will leave me for another hour. After which, she will rub down my arms and ask if I would like to be free or stay as I am. I stayed bound for 4 hours. It was the best "nap" I have had in a long time.

To the kids, Daddy was having a very needed rest time and would be out when he was rested. After the kids went to bed, my wife hogtied, gagged and blindfolded me naked and tease me while I lay on my side. I also knelt on the floor while hogtied so I could relieve her orally. soemthing we both really enjoy.

I hope you liked.
Tuesday, April 13th 2004 - 01:07:37 AM
Name: Leatherfan
Comments:Great story Helen!
Friday, April 9th 2004 - 05:23:50 AM
Name: Janet
Comments:PM Name: Adrian

Comments: Janet i thought your story was very erotic but i was hoping you would go into a bit more detail about how you tied him up.

You can tie me up any day Janet.

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Name: Janet

Comments: Adrian, the answer to your question is not for you, but it is something all the lovely girls out there should know how to do for their man.

The secret is simple.

"I leave no untieable knot where your fingers can reach."

If he can so much as touch an untieable knot with his fingers, he can eventually, by poking and pulling back and forth on it, loosen the loops and work the ends back through them and that knot is then untied. So, we must make sure he can't do that.

But there ARE knots that his fingers can reach, and those knots are, of necessity, the ones binding his wrists, Any knots binding his wrists, his fingers can touch, and therefore, if they are untieable, he can eventually get his wrists free. And, of course, once he can get his wrists free, he can easily get the rest of himself free by just untying himself with his now free hands.

So, what we must do is to make the knots binding his wrists un-untieable. If he cannot free his wrists, he is utterly helpless; there will be no way he can then release his other restraints. So then the question is: how do we make his wrist knots un-untieable?

To untie a knot, it is necessary to pull the ends from the knot back through the loops of the knot. That is how you untie a knot. To make a knot un-untieable, we fix it so that this cannot be done.

So a knot is made un-untieable by pulling the ends tightly to some other location, and tying them there, so that they cannot be drawn back. For example, if his hands are tied behind his back (by this method, they don't have to be; they could be tied in front, to his tummy, just as well --- which would let him be much more comfy after a prolonged time), we can make them un-untieable by pulling and tying the ends tightly around in front of his tummy, where he can't reach.

Here, then, are the 3 simple steps for binding his wrists securely, yet as comfortably as you wish:

The steps are:

1. Tie his hands;
2. Cinch the bonds;
3. Secure the ends.

1. Tie: simply tie his hands together, usually behind his back. Be sure to leave ends at least two and a half feet long. It is not critical how you tie them, nor to tie them tightly. But (VERY IMPORTANT!) MAKE SURE THAT THE KNOT IS PLACED BETWEEN HIS WRISTS, NOT OVER THE FLAT PART OF HIS WRIST. This will prevent the cinch, that you are going to tie next, from slipping around and slackening, and loosening, as he struggles to get free.

2. Cinch: From the knot of step 1, wind the ends twice, not around his wrists, but rather around the cords holding his wrists, between his wrists. Pull these ends to adjust the tightness of his bonds. Not too tight, which might cause him pain, or marking, or cutting off his circulation; and not too loose, which gives him the impression that you don't care, or aren't really in control, which he wants so much for you to be, and may even allow him to slip out! If it's snug enough that you can't easily put your pretty little finger between the first rope and his wrist, it's about the right tightness. At this tension, secure the cinch with a very tight knot.

3. Secure the ends: Tie them once more around the back side of the last knot. Then tightly pull the remaining lengths to any place where his hands and fingers can't reach, and tie them there.

You're done, now, with securing his wrists; They cannot be unfastened until you release the ends for him.

Finish up with another rope, or the same, if it's still long enough, to fasten him to the place where you want him kept, making sure that those knots are also out of the reach of his hands or fingers.

Now, be sure to watch over him, and treat him real nice! He is completely in your care.

And he is adoring it, and you: the prettier you are, the more so.

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Name: Adrian

Comments: Janet i thought your answer was interesting and again quite erotic. You seem to know what you are talking about. Were you in the girl guides by any chance? (just joking)

I haven't actually been tied up myself but it remains a strong fantasy. I've wondered what it would be like to be tied up in the way you describe by a lovely lady.

Maybe one day.
Thursday, April 8th 2004 - 04:12:23 PM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: I think I definately need to get my computor fixed. I was half way though a story of when my girl tied me spread eagle to the bed and gagged and blindfolded me and something clicked and everything got erased. I must have a virus or something. I've been getting mega pop-ups too lately. I'm not going to try a story again until I get this thing serviced.
Thursday, April 8th 2004 - 06:47:43 AM
Name: Helen Bounds
E-mail address: helenb1@hotmail.com
Homepage URL: http://geocities.com/HelensHaven/
Comments:Our Hobby
Sometimes when I have to go to the office for a few hours on Saturday or Sunday, I will wrap up a package to open at my leisure when I return. When my wife goes to the store she will do the same if Helen is around. Helen is my CD self who also enjoys bondage. We both enjoy this enforced quiet time, but especially we both enjoy the unwrapping. Rest assured that when one of us is left, there is always a means of escape provided, it may require some effort, but escape is always possible.

This Saturday was to be one of our special days and Helen had really done a job in selecting the outfit. A wig of long blonde trusses covered my normally short black hair, my top was light blue stretch nylon and my skirt was a light blue mini from the early 70’s that seemed to flare out from my padded hips and end as soon as allowed. Between them was a two inch wide white belt. My legs were encased in shiny smooth pantyhose that gracefully flowed down to white sandals with four-inch heels. The jewelry was minimal with white loop earrings and a white choker. Of course there were no bracelets or anything else on my wrists. My makeup was just right to give the “wide-eyed” little girl affect that set off the theme of the whole outfit. From the shape of the outside there was no doubt what was beneath it all. My bra was one of those non-stretch cotton “industrial strength” types that really pulled the 36D water balloons up and out and held them rigidly in place. None of these “controlled droop” bras would do. They could not jiggle if I were on a reducing machine. The lace up corset cinched my waist down to 29 inches, which is quite a way from 35 inches. From that the padded hips took care of any tummy bulge and flared out to 40 inches. The perfect waist to hip ratio of .70. The sight so impressed my wife that she almost decided not to go to the store. All of the underthings were white of course, along with a white lacy mini slip. What else would a wide-eyed little girl wear?

After breakfast she went to get the ropes and things while I cleaned up the kitchen. As she quietly came into the room I had just hung up the phone and was standing at the sink rinsing thing and running the water. I did not hear her come up behind me and I didn’t know she was there until she grabbed me and stuck a three-inch penis gag in my mouth. I now grabbed at the gag but to no avail because she had quickly buckled it behind my head. Since I was struggling with the gag, it was very easy to take a hold of my wrists with handcuffs and pull them behind my back. Then they were secured with a cotton rope and cuffs removed. The method of tying was inescapable and reasonably comfortable for extended periods.

I was really trying to get her to remove the gag, shaking my head and long blond hair back and forth, pulling on my wrist ropes and making lots of strange unintelligible noises thru the gag. This was something new to her and she really thought it was exciting. The next twenty minutes was spent securing me to one of the high back kitchen chairs. The whole time I was trying to get her to remove the gag. After slipping my arms over the back of the chair and sitting me down, her main problem was keeping me there for I kept trying to stand up, all the time trying to talk through the gag. Several strands of rope were quickly put around my waist pulling me tightly up against the back of the chair, but this didn’t slow me down much, I kept standing up with the chair. So her next task was to secure my ankles with four turns of rope and a couple wraps in between, but this didn’t stop me so she rocked the chair back and pulled my feet underneath to trap them and this only slowed me down, so she quickly ran a rope from my wrists to my ankle, lifting them off of the floor. Finally, I had to settle down because of the strain on my arms.

Now that I was caught she set about adding the trim. First came the rope above the knees holding my smooth nyloned thighs together. Next she secured my shoulders to the back of the chair. Looping the ropes between my arm and my side up over my shoulder through the back of the chair, across the back of the chair, over the other shoulder down between my arm and side and back out thru the chair. When my shoulders are pulled back against the chair and secured, those double D’s look like they’re going to tear right through the blue nylon top. This also provides the opportunity to run her hands over those rigid thrusting mound and up my nylon covered legs to the whit nylon panties. Most of the time this is a pleasurable experience for both of us but this time I had to talk to her so she wouldn’t leave me like this. The finishing touches consisted of a few strands bringing my elbows closer together and the up to the shoulder ropes so I couldn’t slide them down my arms and finally a few strands over my thighs down under my feet to take the strain off of my arms. With that, the package was complete and what an exciting package it was, so pretty, so sexy, so secure and so upset, pulling and straining at the ropes and making noises through the gag. But she thought I was just acting and putting on a show for her but I really needed to talk to her.

Before she left she positioned my chair in the middle of the kitchen floor where I could not be seen from the back door but I could see out the window through the curtains. Then she put a knife on another chair about six feet away as my method of escape. I would have to hop my chair because my feet were off of the floor, but since I was so securely attached to it, it is possible to move the chair to the knife. Regrettably for me and for herm she left that fantastic package in the middle of the kitchen and went off for shopping.

What happened after that can barely be described in language that will not prohibit publication, but I’ll try to do so: it seems that the phone call I got while rinsing the dishes was from her mother saying that she and a couple of her friends would be bye about 11 am to pick up some jars of my wife’s homemade apple sauce made with honey for the church bake sale. It was 10:30 when my wife went out the door to go shopping. I had 30 minutes to get loose, remove the wig, the clothes, the make-up, and some how hide the rope and gag marks, but here I sat securely bound to the chair. My plan was to put the jars on the back patio and be taking a shower when they arrived.

Obviously, mother is not aware of our hobby.

As my wife went out the door, I immediately started hopping the chair toward the knife. I was making good progress and was about a foot away from the chair with the knife on it when the right rear leg of the chair I was on, broke and down I went to the floor on my right side. Fortunately, there was no serious injury. The big problem was that I was on the floor and the knife was up on the chair and my mobility was greatly reduced. Finally, with great effort, I worked my way close enough to the chair with the knife to get a hand on the front leg. I passed the leg from my lower hand to the upper hand which tilted the chair enough for the knife t slide off and onto the floor. As I started to wiggle to where I thought the knife fell, I heard my mother-in –law’s car drive up. It had taken me a half an hour to get absolutely nowhere. I panicked; there was no way to get free in time, even if I could locate the knife on the floor. I tried to think of an explanation that would explain why I was completely dressed as a woman, make-up and all, and tied to a chair. Maybe a robber story would explain the bondage, but it would never explain the way I was dressed and the make-up. Maybe a costume party and then a robber? That wouldn’t float for a Saturday morning with nothing missing in the house. By this time I could hear the ladies chattering and the doorknob turning. I froze and my mind raced through all kinds of things, what to say, how to act, should I lay quietly or be struggling? I realized that I had not taken a breath for some time and even recalled a time when my mother had found me hogtied in the backyard where a neighbor girl had left me.

Suddenly, I realized that the door had not opened; it was locked! I lay there very very quiet, as if I could do anything else, as Mother kept trying the door and ringing the doorbell. This only relieved me for a little while since I realized that she had her own key. I could hear her explaining to her friends that she had just talked to me and cannot understand where I had gone; which is why she had not brought her key. When I heard that I suddenly realized again it had been sometime since I had taken a breath and that the ropes felt very much tighter or at least I was more aware of their presence. She tried the other two doors and then drove away. If she went to the neighbor for a key, she would be back in 15 minutes. If she went home, it would be an hour. Hopefully, she would not remember the neighbors had a key.

I pulled and twisted and struggled against the ropes again in hopes of something coming loose with the fall or with all the squirming, but only the ropes that went over my thighs and under my feet were a little bit looser, but that didn’t help at all. With all the activity, breathing was becoming difficult, especially with the tight corset and 3-inch penis gag. At this point I was thoughts about my wife and the wonderful job she had done on my wrists and ankles, very secure but not too tight and so cleverly linked together so I could not use my feet. But the part I was happiest about was being so rigidly attached to the back of the chair at the waist and shoulders. That reduced my mobility more than anything else. Actually, if thoughts could kill, she would no longer be with us.

Since I couldn’t work free of the ropes, my effort continued toward finding the knife. I wiggled and scooted the chair until the knife bumped my foot so at least I knew where it was. When I got my hand on it , the first rope to be cut was the connection between my wrists and ankles, however this didn’t help much since there was still the ropes that went over my thighs and under my feet, but it did take the strain off of my arms. Next I twisted the knife around to work on the ropes that held my wrist so securely. Suddenly, a car pulled into the driveway; again panic set in; trying to free myself before my mother-in-law came in the back door. As I worked frantically the doorbell rang; it wasn’t her. By the time my wrists and elbows were cut free, the doorbell rang again. From my position on the floor, I could not see who it was. As I separated myself fro the chair, the care drove away. We never did find out who it was.

I had just finished removing all of the ropes when my mother-in-law’s car drove up the driveway. Since there was no way to explain the clothing, make-up, wig, womanly shape and rope marks, I decided to hide. I quickly leaned the chair against the wall, grabbed the ropes and knife, jumped into the half bath off the kitchen, closed the door and locked it. I listened to her come in the back door chatting with her friends, go to the pantry, pick up the applesauce and go back out the door. Again, I realize that I had not taken a breath for a while, being so intent on listening and being quiet. I also realized that I had not removed the penis gag.

When my wife arrived home anticipating the task of unwrapping the waiting package with the usual teasing, she was very mush surprised. My underwear, bra, corset, etc had not changed, but the shoes, pantyhose, skirt, belt, top, jewelry and wig had all been changed to BLACK! She knew that she was in trouble but it was many hours later before she knew why. Maybe sometime I’ll tell you about what happened to her that evening.

As a result of what had occurred that morning, we have done two things: devised signals for a gagged person and purchased stronger kitchen chairs.

I had never been so scared, so may times in one day; first when the chair fell, then when Mother came, then the stranger and finally when Mother came back. Looking back on the events of the day, it was the most exciting CD bondage experience I ever had. The attached photos, if I can do it, are a recreation of the way I was tied since that Saturday morning was a little too busy for pictures. You will note that I am secured to a STEEL chair.
Tuesday, April 6th 2004 - 07:06:22 PM
Name: Slip
E-mail address: none
Comments:Interesting book here.

I have a post that hopefully fits in.

I love bondage and pantyhose and for time to time do some self bondage.

My girlfriend and I have been dating for a few years now and I tied and gag here a lot.

I have often thought of asking her if she would like to tie me up since sometimes I would love to be submissve.

Before I met her I had a good friend who would indulge me allowing me to be submissve bondage girl for him.
It all stopped since he moved away.

Well my girl went back to visit her folks leaving me to my own devices and she jokingly said now don't ruin my pantyhose well I am gone:)

I was ok for the first few days then after a really messed up day I came home feeling fustrated and decided it was time to transform for some self bondage.
So I did.
It felt so good being dressed up and tied up and gagged.
I thought about the times with my friend as I struggled.
I got off and cleaned up and changed.

So I figured that was cool and decided to change over until the day before my girl comes back.

So I did it.
Then on the last night before my girl was to return I decided to dress up and tie up one last time.
Tied myself up and was doing my thing when the front door opened and my girl was calling my name!!!

I was so busted even if I got untied I was still made up I heard her walking down the hall.

I laid there tied and gagged dressed in her clothes tied and ballgagged.
I thought of all the hell that was about to be unleashed and how I was going to lose the best girlfriend in the world all because of my fetish!

Well she came in the bedroom and saw me she stood there mouth open.
She said my name is that you!
I nodded and mmpphed then she then bust out laughing oh my gosh your such a freak.
I can't believe you did this.
She approached me I was stunned she was not at all angry!!

She saw I was wearing her clothes.
She said oh look your in my skirt and blouse she lifted the skirt and my thong panty's and pantyhose.
She peeked inside the blouse oh and my bra.

She said it seems like you have done this before hmmm
I nodded yes.

She said so you want to be a tied up girl now.

I was going with it.

She said your a bad girl And called me Debbie now I have to teach you a lesson for stealing my boyfriend saying my real name.
I went itno my damsel role.
She made me roll over and retied my wrists and elbows then she hogtied me!

I was so turned on.

She went and took out her special vibe and came back to me and said where do you want this sweetie.

I mmpphed as she began to rub it all over me and soon she lifted the skirt and gave me a spanking!

Then she said be good i will be back she then took one of my socks and blindfolded me!

I heard her rustling around then a few moments later she removed my blindfold.
She stood there dressed in my clothes with the vibe sticking out of the fly and she had a nylon over her head!

She treid to speak in a male voice telling me all the stuff she planned to do to me!

I was so ready to get off but couldn't.

She removed the gag and made me suck her vibe.

We were both very turned on she took pictures of me.

Finally we got off together!

Since then she and I reverse roles and she tells me she likes it as much as me.

She however told me she wants her and I tied up together with me dressed as a girl by a another guy and to see me give the guy a bj!


She told me would love him to video it so we could watch it.

It has been a good fantasy for us but she has told me she may have found someone who may be willing to do the part.

I am nerveous if I really want to go through with it.

The dressing up and bondage ok but the other thing is the sticking point.

Monday, April 5th 2004 - 05:14:56 PM
Name: Jimbo
Comments:S,
That was a great story. You were one lucky guy. I would have loved to have been in your shoes.
I have a story of the first time I was handcuffed. It doesn't compare to your expirience. I was only kept cuffed for a morning but it was still a great time.
As soon as I get some time I'll write it.
Wednesday, March 31st 2004 - 05:57:05 AM
Name: roper1
Comments:hey Janet: So little to say and so much bandwidth wasted in your efforts.
Tuesday, March 30th 2004 - 08:31:31 PM
Name: Go away Janet
Comments:Janet go away. You take up valuable space on these boards that could be used for stories
Tuesday, March 30th 2004 - 06:36:52 PM
Name: Janet
Comments:YOU POOR SILLY DEAR!

You poor, silly dear! Did you really think I would leave you up here for the night? Like some girl who doesn't really care about you, and is also an idiot, might do?

If I did that, you would be in misery long before morning. I would never do anything like that to you. I would never, never, never, never, never hurt you! Not even a teeniest-weenie itty-bitty bit! Not even for the whole world!

I LOVE you! That is why you are here!

Because, I've watched you, and talked with you, and listened to you, and learned about you! And came to love you. I learned that you, like most men, ever since you were a child (and like most men, you still are!), adore the fantasy of being captured, completely helpless, by a lovely girl, and in her care.

So that's where I have put you. Securely tied to that beam, completely helpless, and in the care of the loveliest girl you have ever seen in your life!

How did I do it? The only realistic way that a girl, the "weaker" sex, could do it: by using my feminine power over you!

And I will do it again! Whenever I want! You can't resist me the next time, any more than you could this time.

Looking so pretty in my ultra-feminine dress, I said, "Honey, will you please come with me? I need to tie you up for a while! I'm going to be working on something secret from you in here."

You were simply dazed: captured on the spot! I came over to you and took you by your hand; and I led you, in helpless delight, up to the attic, and over to that
beam, to which I very quickly, and very, very securely tied you!

I have studied this, just for you! And I well know how to do it. There is no untieable knot within your reach; which means that you cannot get free, until I untie you again.

I can tie up any man completely helpless in less than two minutes (but the only men I tie up are burglars I catch, and you!).

I said "thank you, Honey!" and I kissed you; and I left you there: locking the door behind me, and taking the key with me in my purse.

Alone and helpless, you begin to struggle. And then it immediately dawns on you! You absolutely need . . . pretty little me!

You need someone to take care you; only I can take care of you.

You will need someone to set you free again; only I can set you free again.

Your very life is in my pretty little hands!

And that's where your heart is, too!

As my captive up there, you are utterly adoring me in your heart! It's growing inside you! You can't stop it, any more than you can get free.

I am going to make you adore me more and more and more; this is only the beginning. I have tied up your heart; it is already helpless, and I am going to tie it up more and more and more.

Because I love you! And I intend to keep you forever! So, I will always be a lovely, loving, and feminine girl for you!

Not like other women, who look absolutely hideous for their man, wearing the same kind of clothing he does and acting like he does. God put in man the need to have a lovely feminine companion. But disobeying and spiting God, they
defraud their husbands of that need. If a girl doesn't care how she looks for her man, she doesn't love him. And he knows it. He will be unhappy, dissatisfied, and soon stupidly looking for someone else to meet his need, which
she has no intention of meeting, thinking that some other woman will be any better. That, of course, will result in just what we see going on all the time, everywhere, today.

But for me, I love you! And I love and fear God, Who gave you to me! You are so precious to me!

Besides, I LOVE to be feminine, anyway! That's the way God made me --- for you!

I let you ripen up there for awhile. Keeping watch over you on my monitor, to be sure that you're all right, I see you struggling, and listening, and looking around.

Finally, you cry out for me! And very shortly, you hear the door being unlocked!

Hi Honey!

Oh dear! You look so helpless there.

Here! Let me give you a kiss! There! Isn't that better, now?

Hmmmm! You know what? I think I'll have some fun with you! Now, what should I do? I could give you a good hard spanking! Just for fun! Or I could get another rope, and teach you how to play "I'm standing on my tippy toes!"
Wouldn't that be fun?

Poor Sweetie! Don't worry! Tee-hee! No, I won't do any of those things to you. (Unless you get naughty!) I LOVE you! But . . . I know something that I AM going to do to you! Honey, would you like to guess what I am going to do to you?

I won't spank you, and I won't make you play "I'm standing on my tippy toes!" Or anything else that other girls would do to you. Sadistic things, like:

1. Putting a "gag" on you. Filthy, ugly, painful, dangerous. How utterly stupid! Whatever for? I could never enjoy making you uncomfy. And so you couldn't enjoy
my doing it, either. Sadism and masochism are nothing but sick perversions, the exact opposites of love. And why would I make you unable to talk with me? Loving you means talking with you! That's how I came to love you so much in the first place!

Besides, you need to be able to cry out to me if you are hurting or are getting into trouble.

2. "Tickle torturing" you. Painful, stressful, dangerous --- again, sadism, the opposite of love. Of course, if something was to happen, and it does, the girl simply unties the corpse, and claims it was a normal heart attack, or shock. So sad. "The perfect crime!" Not even the victim realized that the girl was actually murdering him! But that's not for you and me: - - - I LOVE you! She does not.

But I might give you just a quick little tickie! So you can see the power this lovely little girl has over you! And that you can trust HER, because SHE controls her power! That SHE says, "That's far enough, power! You may stop right
there! I won't let you threaten him, or hurt him, or put him in any distress! I love him!"

And now, Honey: here is what I AM going to do to you: First, I get another rope, to tie you down, real extra tight, so you can't wiggle, or squirm away from me.
. . . Mmmmmp!! . . . Mmff! . . . There! Now you're all ready! And now . . .

I am going to LOVE YOU UP!!! Real good! And you can't do anything to stop me.

I start to cuddle you there, and stuff. I pull up a tall stool, and sit there next to you, tight against you. My soft hair brushes by your cheek; our eyes look into each others' and our noses touch. I turn your head and squeeze our cheeks tight together. You see a bit of my lovely slip saying peek-a-boo! from under my dress,

... and ... ohh!! ... Why, Honey!!!...

You're swooning!!

Tee-hee!!! It's a good thing I have you tied up, here, or you would have fallen on the floor!

Ooowee! I'm woozy, too!. . . Oh, YOU ARE SO HAPPY! aren't you, Honey? with little me! SO completely MINE! . . .

I get control of myself, a little worried that both of us are all right. . . That better be enough for now . . . I release you from the extra rope.

Little me and you, alone, together! The world can't get in; and you can't get out, until I let you out! But I come in, in my pretty dress, and I go out again, whenever I please.

And speaking of going out, it's time to get our supper ready, now. Right after I put your bib on you.

Ohhh, it's SO CUTE on you! Bye-bye, Honey! I'll be back in a little while.

Oh, you poor dear! Are you humiliated?

You SILLY! I would NEVER humiliate you! Any more than I would ever hurt you. This is INTIMACY! No one can see you but little me: and no one will ever know. It's our own little secret. Now, you relax, there! I am taking care of you. There is nothing that you need to do about it, or can do about it.

There, now! All done! I wipe you clean, and take off your bib, and take everything out with our trays.

I'm back! And now, you're going to get a haircut! I'm not going to allow you to look like you do any longer. The Bible says long hair on a man is an abomination to God, just as it says short hair and men's clothing are, on a woman.

Such a good boy! You don't resist at all!

There! All done! You look so much nicer, as a man. You're adorable! I snuggle with you some more . . .

"Oh, my goodness! It's bed-time!" But your dreamy eyes are half closed, in bliss...

Suddenly, with a last little kiss and the soft rustle of my dress, I've gone! Your eyes open as you hear the door close! Just in time to see everything go pitch dark, as I turn off the lightswitch outside the door!

You hear me open and close my purse, a rattle, and a clickie! The door is padlocked tight; and you'll be nice and safe and snug inside! You hear the soft rustle again as I turn away, and the tippie-tip-tip-tip of my little footies, fading away down the steps.

I close and lock the door at the bottom of the steps, and turn off the stairway light. After that, you see, or hear, nothing more. There is nothing but the feel of my unseen soft cords around my cutie, holding him snuggly in place.

I go out, and close the bedroom door. Down the hallway, down the stairs to the kitchen, and out to the dining room. I sit down, for just a minute, smiling as I'm thinking about you. . .

Oh-oh!! I quickly get up and moving again! I must NOT doze off and leave my poor sweetie up there! I would never hear him, if he cried out . . . Oh dear! I DID doze a bit! Oh, Janet, you heartless dummy! Oh, my poor sweetie.

You wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait, in the darkness and silence, for me to come. But I had never given you the slightest idea as to when I will!

Fears are beginning to grow inside you:

"Is it possible that she has left me here for the whole night? She would never do that to me. But, I don't know that, for sure! Who can know what a woman might do? Could I have upset her, somehow? Could she have left? Could something have happened to her? Or maybe, since I didn't protest while she was locking me in, she was testing me, deciding that I would enjoy being her prisoner for the whole
night. And maybe, that DID upset her! She would want me to want to be with her, rather than just being tied up somewhere all alone, away from her. Oh Janet, ---
I DO! I miss you so much. Where ARE you? PLEASE come back! Is this to "teach me a good lesson?"

But this time, out of the darkness, --- nothing but silence!

No; you silly dear! And I have provided triple safeguards; if anything should happen to me, we would both be rescued. VERY soon, if I got to press my button

If I ever do tie you up for the night, you will be in a nice comfy bed, where the sandman will soon come! So you can go to work fresh in the morning, providing for your little bride! He certainly wouldn't come for you in that
attic! And I will be right there, where I can watch over you, with my keys close by, to unlock you in a jiffy, if need be. And I will snuggle with you for awhile, till the sandman comes.

I finish the dishes, and shower, and get ready for bed, in my prettiest nightie!

And then: you hear the tinkle of my keys, just outside your door!

Ohh! Weeeee!!

Alright, Mister!! I HEARD that joyful little squeal!. . . No; it was NOT THE CAT!- Don't you try to fib to ME, you naughty thing! . . . I HEARD it! It came from right inside there! . . . It was YOU!

Tee-hee! I unlock the door, and open it, just an itty bit! "Honey? Are you all right in there?"

THIS time you are ready! "Please, Janet; don't leave me in here! Won't you please untie me now, and let me be with you?"

Ohh! Weeeee!!

I turn on the light, and as your eyes adjust, there is your little angel, right there by you, her big brown eyes smiling happily up at you. You see her bunnie slippers excitedly nodding their little heads "yes! yes!"

Why, . . . yes! . . . YES I WILL! you dear man! I will untie you RIGHT NOW! And you're coming with me!

But first: --- you must promise me that you will be very, very good.

You promise! You promise!

A quick little tug on the last bow I had tied on you, and your arms and body are released from the beam! I gently take the rope off you, and lay it over the beam, all ready for next time! Another little tug, on the next bow, and the ends from your wrist knots are released, so that your wrists can now be untied. I untie them in a jiffy: . . . and you're FREE! I did it all in less than a minute!

And you just LOVED me rescuing you, as much as you just loved me capturing you, and all that went on in between. You just LOVED being all mine. You just love ME! There's no way I will ever ask you, like other girls do, "do you love me?" It would be just too silly, it being always SO obvious.

You joyfully grab me and hug me so tightly and passionately, yet gently, that the shivers go all the way down to my little bunnie slippers. And that's why they were so eager for me to untie you!

Nightie-nite, everyone!



Monday, March 29th 2004 - 05:23:33 PM
Name: S
Comments:This is a true story that happened to me a few months back. I lived with my girlfriend Claire at the time, came home from college and did the usual thing. Claire was chatting with her friend Amy downstairs, I felt quite tired so I thought Id have an early night and went to bed.

I fell asleep quite quickly but woke to the sight of Claire and Amy handcuffing my hands together, because I was asleep I didnt really have time to react. They pulled my hands up over my head and attached another set of hand cuffs through the chain of the first pair and secured them to the bedpost. I was startled and said whats going on, Claire showed me a picture of me kissing a friend of hers.

It wasnt a genuine picture but Amy was quite useful with a computer and managed to create it somehow. Amy had always sworn she would get me back for not going out with a while back, we she asked me to dump my girlfriend, Amy was hot but I wasnt interested in her.

I protested my innocense to Claire but she wouldnt believe me, to her the picture said everything, I tried to convince and she was having none of it, reached into a drawer, pulling out a role of duct tape and gagged me with it, "Iv had enough of your lies" she said, they went back downstairs until they would figure out what they were going to do.

They returned about 20 minutes later. Amy pulled off my clothes and cut of my t-shirt with a pair of scissors, while Claire pulled out some of her clothes from the cupboard. Amy was loving it, she told me they were going to teach me a lesson that I would never forget, as I lay there hand cuffed to the bed and tape-gagged. I was now totally naked, Amy took a razor and started shaving my cock, I riggled around but couldnt get loose, mmmphing like crazy, which only fuelled their enjoyment.

Claire then pulled a white hair band over my head and pushed my hair back with it, pulled off my gag and as Amy held my jaw still she put pink lypstick over my lips and painted my nails in the same color, I started yelling so they stuffed a pair of panties into my mouth to keep my quiet.

"For not behaving we are going to punish you even more now" said Amy. She had a couple of clothes pins which she placed on the tip of my nipples, I nearly lept of the bed, squirming and mmmphing like crazy. When Amy was done, Claire pulled out the panties from my mouth and before I could say anything she gagged my with the duct tape again, this time going around my head a few times until my mouth was completly sealed.

They then brought my hands down and used one of the pair of handcuffs to secure my feet together, whilst they took the other pair off my hands but Amy sat on my chest holding down one arm as Claire held the other and pulled my arm through a bra, they then did the same to the other arm and closed off the bra at the back. They then tried to pull my arms together again to tape them up, but they were struggling as I fought them mmmphing and tuging like mad, with Amy sat on my chest Claire taped around my ankles a few more times and brought the duct tape to my wrist on one arm and wrapped it round a few times, this enabled them to bring the other arm in and tape them together tightly. Once my arms were tied up again, I stopped struggling as it was clear they had done the job now. Amy stuffed some socks down the bra to pad them out.

They then stood back admiring their work, "what do you think Amy?", "hmm I'll go for this one!" as Claire grinned and nodded as Amy held up a pink mini skirt and leather knee high boots, first they put me into the mini skirt slapping my ass, as they put it on and then cut my feet loose and holding them down, forced me into the boots and zipping them up. They then used a few strips of the tape to blindfold me, they giggled at me and teased me for what seemed lie an hour and then left the room.

The following day, they returned to my room, with me ready for my ordeal to end, they ungagged me but kept me tied up and blindfolded and gave me something to eat, Claire noticed that I had wet her panties and mini skirt and said for that you shall be punished more because I hadnt learned my lesson, they changed my panties and mini skirt and as I pleaded for them to let me go Amy applied more of the pink lipstick to my lips and gagged me again with the tape, silencing me once more, they left the room again with me mmmphing to them to let me go but they just giggled and walked away. Claire left it another day before untying my asking me if I had learned my lesson.
Saturday, March 27th 2004 - 03:15:25 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: One day I had to go to work at 5pm but I was really horny thinking about how I hadn't been tied up in a while and I needed a little relief so I asked my girl if we could do a quicky with my hands tied since she never just comes out and offers. She agreed and I grabbed a short piece of rope and put my hands behind me as she bound them tightly together. Then I turned to her and we began to kiss and she began feeling me all over and pulling my shirt up and taking my pants down. We were getting really hot as she turned me and pushed me back on the bed. She climbed up on me quickly took me inside her and started pumping away until I exploded. I nearly passed out. We lay there for a few minutes then she got up to use the bathroom or something while I slowly sat up and then bent over with my head to my knees trying to get my strength back still with my hands tied behind my back and my pants around my ankles. I must have looked like I just got raped because that's exactly how I felt. Boy did it feel great! Anyway she didn't come in for a while so I had to call her, "Honey could you please come in and untie me so I can get to work?" I had to be polite since at the moment I was her prisoner. Well, she did and I went to work tired, with rope burns and with a smile on my face.
Friday, March 26th 2004 - 09:38:22 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: I just saw a show on TV about people who pay to have their fantasies acted out. One of them was a place that you can hire a group of people to kidnap you and tie you up for as long as you want.
That would be my ultimate fantasy but it would have to be by a group of long haired women, no men involved. There wouldn't have to be anything sexual, just the fact that they tied me up and held me hostage would give me plenty to think about.
I could just picture it, 4 hot women with beautiful long hair possibly wearing masks burst into my house, grab me and quickly tie my hands behind my back with rope then take a strip of cloth and gag me, they carry me out to the car and put me in the trunk where they tie my ankles and blindfold me. Then they bring me to this remote cabin and keep me tightly bound and gagged for days. Heck I'd even settle for a couple female burglars breaking in and tying me up. But it's all just a fantasy.
Tuesday, March 23rd 2004 - 05:44:01 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: I have alot of erotic fantasies pertaining to bondage. Some have come true, some will come true and others may never come true. I found out a while ago that I have another fantasy that I never thought I would have.
My girl was talking on the phone with the owner of a floor company that had sent a man down to take measurements for a new carpet. It sounded like he had asked where his worker was. He had alredy left but my girl replied,"I've got him tied up upstairs."
Now my ears perked up and I immediately became both jealous and arroused at the same time even though I knew she didn't actually have a man tied up in the house. My girl had never been kinky at all until I got her into bondage and even at that it's mainly just to please me. Let's face it if she's going to tie up anybody it better be me! But then the thought of my cute, shy little blond girlfriend tying and gagging another man while he of course enjoyed every minute of it became wierdly intriguing.
When she got off the phone I questioned her as to why she said that. She said she was just joking around. I said, "It's like pulling teeth to get you to tie me up. This guy must have been really hot for you to want to keep him tied up in the bedroom." She told me I was just starting trouble.
Anyway after that I had all these pictures in my head of her tying up some strange guy real tight with rope and then gagging him.
That night I asked her if she had ever tied anybody up before like playing around as a kid or maybe a babysitter or an ex-boyfriend. I wanted her to tell me all the details about it but she said she never had.
Eventhough I didn't get tied up that night. I had some new stuff to think about that made the sex even hotter that night. Who knows maybe that fantasy will come true some day.
Thursday, March 18th 2004 - 07:57:53 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: I remember a while ago I asked my girl to tie me up. So we got naked and I put my hands behind me and she tied them up nice and secure as she usually does with the clothesline that is normally on the floor by the bed. This time I asked for my ankles to be tied together also since I had never had them bound before so she tied them up tight. As I lay there bound hand and foot, She layed down next to me and started kissing. Well I was feeling energetic so I rolled over on her and was able to spread my knees enough to lock her legs together inside of mine then hold her down with my weight and my neck muscles. She's about 115 lbs. and I'm 200 with little fat. Then I started licking her all over her neck and face and tickling her with my tongue. She was trying to fight me but couldn't gain enough leverage. She was very surprised that I was able to overpower her tied up as I was. She yelled "Wait a minute who's the one tied up here?!" So we had a blast for a while until she went after my weakness, I'm totally ticklish. So she ended up getting the best of me. With all that struggling I had the best rope burns ever. She untied my feet and straddled me while I lay on my back with my hands still tied behind me. She rode me to a wild orgasm and I nearly passed out. She untied my aching wrists and we both fell asleep real fast.
Monday, March 15th 2004 - 08:23:55 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: Sorry about the double post I don't know why that happened.
Monday, March 15th 2004 - 06:46:57 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: Grace, Thank you very much. Yes, I do have many more that I will be telling. It gets me all horny telling them. As far as her sizes, I really don't know measurements, all I can tell you is she's about 5'3" , very slim waist, nice tight ass, not very big tits but not flat either. I'm way overdue to get tied up. I haven't felt the ropes around my wrists in a long time. I was hoping she'd just tie me up without my asking but I can't wait any longer. Maybe tonight!
Monday, March 15th 2004 - 06:45:18 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: Grace, Thank you very much. Yes, I do have many more that I will be telling. It gets me all horny telling them. As far as her sizes, I really don't know measurements, all I can tell you is she's about 5'3" , very slim waist, nice tight ass, not very big tits but not flat either. I'm way overdue to get tied up. I haven't felt the ropes around my wrists in a long time. I was hoping she'd just tie me up without my asking but I can't wait any longer. Maybe tonight!
Monday, March 15th 2004 - 06:44:15 AM
Name: Grace
Comments:Awsome story jimbo do you have any others. You tell a really sexy one ;) what are you GF's sizes?
Friday, March 12th 2004 - 06:22:00 PM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: What happened to me one night at the hands of my girl turned out to be one of my favorite ways to be tied. I asked her to tie my hands behind my back for the first time so I sat on the bed and put my hands behind me and faced the mirror so I could enjoy the veiw of her tying me up. She took the clothesline and very tightly bound my wrists together. I found it interesting that she wrapped the rope and knotted it like four times to be sure I couldn't get free. It definately was secure.
Now I'm really enjoying this since it was my first time ever having my hands tied behind my back. What came next really surprised me seeing as how she is a cute little innocent blond supposedly inexperienced. I'm wondering just how inexperienced she is. Without my asking she went and got another length of rope and tied it around my cock and balls right at the base of my cock making a very tight leash out of it. Then she pulled it making me move where ever she wanted. Needless to say I had a raging hard-on.
I am 100% at her mercy now. I'm kneeling on the bed and she is on her back infront of me with her legs spread. She gets her pussy right up to the head of my cock and pulls me with the rope forcing me into her. Because my hands are bound behind my back I am totally off balance and at her complete control. I can't pull back and can't go anymore forward than she allows or I will fall on my face. She would pull me in then back off over and over. She teased me like this until I was screaming. Then she tied her sock in my mouth to shut me up and continued to drive me crazy.
Finally when I began to come she wrapped her legs around me and pulled tight on the rope giving me one of the greatest orgasms ever! I was totally helpless!
After I collapsed to the bed, she untied the rope from my balls and pulled the gag down but I woke up the next day with my hands still tied behind my back. That was a great feeling. I had major rope burns!
The next time she tied me up like that I had her tie my ankles together and tie my wrists to my ankles in a kneeling hogtie. It makes for a nice little added feature. A blindfold can add to the excitement but if you have a big mirror near the bed you don't want to miss the action.
Wednesday, March 3rd 2004 - 11:39:29 AM
Name: Alice
Comments:Great post ceaser, but what happened when the door opened?
Wednesday, February 25th 2004 - 12:25:31 PM
Name: Caeser
Homepage URL: http://pics.cliff-pics.com/celeb_gallery.html
Comments:You can erase my second post. My story posted twice, but the second story is missing my intro for somereason. Thank you.

Caeser
Wednesday, February 25th 2004 - 12:19:46 AM
Name: Caesar
Homepage URL: http://pics.cliff-pics.com/celeb_gallery.html
Comments: CENTER STAGE

I was 15 years old at an overnight camp, as C.I.T. I previously never dreamed or thought about being tied and gaggged, but after this experience it became one mine, if not my favorite fantasy.

It was the last night of camp and I was in my cabin, in the middle of the wilderness. We had done a lot of activities with the girl CITs so I knew most of them. Me and my cabin mates were drinking, planning on which girls we would spend the night with. At about 10 at night, a group of hotties came into our cabin and began to mingle. There was this girl Christine who I had an eye on, even though we never really talked much through out the summer. She sat on my bed next to me and we began conversating.

Christine was about 5'7, thin with a sexy body, and had long black hair. She was half Chinese and half Irish, and had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2 weeks, 3 days before. When she walked in to a room all the guys would always pay attention, and was considered 1 of the hottest girls in the camp.

When she was on my bed, she turned around and started talking to her friend sitting on the bed beside mine. I got annoyed for some-reason, and noticed her bra-strap was showing through her tank-top, and pulled it back and let it go.

She said. "OOCH" gave me a look and kept talking. So I did it again, and this time she turned to me and said, "if you do that again, I'm going to tie you up." We had all started drinking, and I was thinking ‘where in the hell did she got the thought of tying me up.” I laughed and thought to myself what the hell is gonna tie me up with. There was a role of clear electical tape sitting in the front of my cubbie where my clothes were, and I never noticed. So for fun I snapped her bra again. She stood up and said, "I'll be back in a minute." As I waited, her friend Barbara moved over to my bed and started talking to me. I was a bit tipsy already, and got destracted talking to Barbara. There were about 6 other guys and 4 or 5 other girls in my cabin at this time. I noticed Christine come back from my cubbie and sit behind me. I paid her no mind and continued talking to her friend Barbara.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of tape being pulled, and the next thing I knew, tape was being rapped around my biceps and chest. I lifted my hands to try and remove it, however Barbara grabbed my wrists, and Christine continued rapping me with tape at a fast pace. However the role ran out of tape. At this point my friends were all laughing at me, 1 said, "look Jason's getting tied up, what a pu$$y." I realised I was looking foolish in front of my friends, so I ripped the 5 or so strands of tape off of my chest and biceps.

At this point I wanted to leave with Christine, because for some-reason this turned me on. I had a couple of joints in my pocket, so I wispered to her, "do you wonna blaze a spliff," and she smiled and replied, "yes lets go." So we went on the walk and THE JOURNEY BEGAN.

We walked through the forest and blazed the spiff. She was telling me about her personal life and what not. When the spliff was done we made eye contact and began making out. I told said "we should go somewhere private where we can get it on," and she agreed.

So we walked threw the forrest, and came upon "the playhouse." It was wooden, probably the size of a small gym, and had a stage. This is where all the 'camp plays' took place. It completly empty except for a piano and props backstage. She said, “wait right here I will be back in a minute.”

Christine came back with a lasso, that was used for a play from about a week ago. The rope was white, braided, and very thin. And then she popped the question, "have you ever been tied up?" I answered "no have you?" She said, "my older sister use to tie me up and I tie up my younger brother and sometimes my friends for fun."

I was standing up at this point, and she told me to put my hands up. So I did, and surprisingly she ravelled the rope around my waist twice. She didn't make it that tight, however it was tight enough that I couldn't squirm out of it. She tied a knot just below my belly-button.

She then said, "lie on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back." At this point I was kind of hesitant, so I asked, "are we going to get it on"? And she answered, "for sure, but you have to follow my instructions."

So I lied on my stomach and she strattled my legs n pulled the long ends of the rope from under my stomach. I put my hands behind my back and told her "I trust you, don't do anything stupid" She grabbed my ass and said, "don't worry big boy, your in good hands."

She rapped the longer end of the rope around my right wrist very tight and tied an knot. She then did the same with the left wrist, and also tied a knot, so both my wrists were close together. Christine then took the other end of the rope, and along with the longer end, began rapping the rope around both of wrists, and pulling it tight after every two times. For about five times, and then she took the remaining ends of both sides and tied them in knots to the rope around my waist.

I could not believe it! I was unable move my arms!

She then rolled me onto my back, undid my pants, and pulled them off. She then pulled my boxers off too.

She then said, "I knew you'd like being my hostage, look at how hard you are."

I asked, "well aren't you gonna get naked too?" She replied "only topeless," and took off her tank top and bra.

She then sat me up on the wooden floor, sat behind me, resting my back on her breast, and began giving me a hand job. I was really enjoying it. All of a sudden I heard voices in the distance from outside. So I turned my head to her, and said jokingly "stop pulling so hard or Im gonna yell for help." She said, "I dare you."

I guess she knew that I was crazy to enough to, so just as I started to, she covered my mouth with her left hand, as she continued the hand job with her right. Her hands smelled like Strawbarry, from her hand lotion, and she gripped my mouth so tight with her hand for about 30 seconds, my scream were like wispers. I for some reason really enjoyed this, so when she said "be a good boy," and took her hand off, I yelled again, and she hand gagged me with her beautiful hand, for about 2 minutes, and continued jerking me until I came.

Then she stood up and told me to stand. Grabbed me by my arm and led me on to the stage and asked if I wanted to try on some costumes, and I said "no."

She asked “was this satisfying enough for you”, and I said "no, I want more," as I got hard again. I asked her if she's ever given a blow job. She was very reluctant at first as I pleaded, so then she came up with an idea.

Christine then said, "I'll only give you a bj, if i can fully tie you up." My hands were still tied behind my back at this point, and I asked, "what do you mean?" and she answered "you'll see."

She went backstage and came back to center stage where I was standing, and she said "ok lie down." She was holding a large card-board box with many contents in-it. So I lied down and watched her empty the contents on to the floor beside me. I asked her "why aren't you gonna use rope?" and she answered "theres none left silly, don't worry, you'll get tied-tight." I saw her pick up a black t-shirt used for one of the plays, and she was holding a box cutter she found. She cut the Shirt in to strands, as I was laying on the stage floor, on my back lying on my tied up hands.

She tied two strands together to form a long kinda rope, and she tied a knot around my right ankle, leaving 2 long ends. She then continuesly rapped both ends around my ankles, the strand going in opposite directions, pulling it very tight after each rap, and finished with a very very tight knot. She did the same for my knees, pulling very tight after each rap, and tying an extremely tight knot.

Christine then went backstage again, and brought out a wooden chair a place it beside me. She helped me get up, and held me up strait as hobbled to the chair. She laid a pair of "yellow" pants from the box on the ground beside me and cut off the leg parts with the box cutter. Christine then cut the legs into strands. She tied the strands of the cut up together with a knot and tied a knot around my left elbow. She pulled as much slack as she could around my chest and tied another knot on my right elbow. She then took both ends hanging from my elbows, rapped them acros the end bearings of the chair and tied a knot attached to the back middle bearing of the chair.

I was almost completely immobilized. At this point I was hypnotised by the beauty of her breasts. I asked "so are you gonna start?" and she replied, "hold on a second."

She picked up a shorter left over strand of the shirt and a scarf from the box. She stood behind me and said, "we don't want what happened before to happen again do we?"

I paused and asked "what do you mean?" As she said, "you know," she crumpled the strand of shirt in to a ball, I didn't know she was doing this. As I said "no I dont what are you talking about, from behind she shoved the ball of shirt into my mouth, and covered my mouth with her left hand. She learned over with her right hand and picked up the scarf and let go of my mouth. As I tried to get momentum to spit out the shirt, the scarf touched the back of my head quickly and before I could blink, she tied the scarf in a half not over my mouth pulling both ends very tightly. She rapped the scarf back around the back of my head, then over my mouth, back behind my head and tied a knot.

As I sat center stage, completely helpless in the chair Christine went backstage. She took longer then before, I think it was to scare me a bit. She returned with some towels she placed on the stage floor infront of me. She then kneeled on the towels and gave me the blow job of a life time.

Before I could cum, the outside door from the backstage creaked open and….

…This was the beginning of my love for being tied up by girls…I have plenty more REAL stories, so if you like this one, I will post more.
Wednesday, February 25th 2004 - 12:17:33 AM
Name: Caesar
Homepage URL: http://pics.czehsex.com/mature_hardcore.html
Comments:Thank you to whoever created this site. It is actually my fantasy, and I love being tied up by beatiful ladies to this day. At first, I though I maybe slightly weird or something, getting hardons from being handgagged by women or being tied up by women, but after I found the "internet" I realised that it is a lot more common then I thought (phhheewww I am not the only one!) I am NOT AT ALL into the whole "costume playing" "cross dressing" thing, but everyone to their own. I am right now a 21 year old, strait male who gets off on this fantasy. Men doing the tying, completely ruins my arosal. Anyways enough talk. This story is the first time I got tied up. If I get positive feed back, I have many, and I mean many stories that I could post.




CENTER STAGE

I was 15 years old at an overnight camp, as C.I.T. I previously never dreamed or thought about being tied and gaggged (only handgagged), but after this experience it became one mine, if not my favorite fantasy.

It was the last night of camp and I was in my cabin, in the middle of the wilderness. We had done a lot of activities with the girl CITs so I knew most of them. Me and my cabin mates were drinking, planning on which girls we would spend the night with. At about 10 at night, a group of hotties came into our cabin and began to mingle. There was this girl Christine who I had an eye on, even though we never really talked much through out the summer. She sat on my bed next to me and we began conversating.

Christine was about 5'7, thin with a sexy body, and had long black hair. She was half Chinese and half Irish, and had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2 weeks, 3 days before. When she walked in to a room all the guys would always pay attention, and was considered 1 of the hottest girls in the camp.

When she was on my bed, she turned around and started talking to her friend sitting on the bed beside mine. I got annoyed for some-reason, and noticed her bra-strap was showing through her tank-top, and pulled it back and let it go.

She said. "OOCH" gave me a look and kept talking. So I did it again, and this time she turned to me and said, "if you do that again, I'm going to tie you up." We had all started drinking, and I was thinking ‘where in the hell did she got the thought of tying me up.” I laughed and thought to myself what the hell is gonna tie me up with. There was a role of clear electical tape sitting in the front of my cubbie where my clothes were, and I never noticed. So for fun I snapped her bra again. She stood up and said, "I'll be back in a minute." As I waited, her friend Barbara moved over to my bed and started talking to me. I was a bit tipsy already, and got destracted talking to Barbara. There were about 6 other guys and 4 or 5 other girls in my cabin at this time. I noticed Christine come back from my cubbie and sit behind me. I paid her no mind and continued talking to her friend Barbara.

All of a sudden I heard the sound of tape being pulled, and the next thing I knew, tape was being rapped around my biceps and chest. I lifted my hands to try and remove it, however Barbara grabbed my wrists, and Christine continued rapping me with tape at a fast pace. However the role ran out of tape. At this point my friends were all laughing at me, 1 said, "look Jason's getting tied up, what a pu$$y." I realised I was looking foolish in front of my friends, so I ripped the 5 or so strands of tape off of my chest and biceps.

At this point I wanted to leave with Christine, because for some-reason this turned me on. I had a couple of joints in my pocket, so I wispered to her, "do you wonna blaze a spliff," and she smiled and replied, "yes lets go." So we went on the walk and THE JOURNEY BEGAN.

We walked through the forest and blazed the spiff. She was telling me about her personal life and what not. When the spliff was done we made eye contact and began making out. I told said "we should go somewhere private where we can get it on," and she agreed.

So we walked threw the forrest, and came upon "the playhouse." It was wooden, probably the size of a small gym, and had a stage. This is where all the 'camp plays' took place. It completly empty except for a piano and props backstage. She said, “wait right here I will be back in a minute.”

Christine came back with a lasso, that was used for a play from about a week ago. The rope was white, braided, and very thin. And then she popped the question, "have you ever been tied up?" I answered "no have you?" She said, "my older sister use to tie me up and I tie up my younger brother and sometimes my friends for fun."

I was standing up at this point, and she told me to put my hands up. So I did, and surprisingly she ravelled the rope around my waist twice. She didn't make it that tight, however it was tight enough that I couldn't squirm out of it. She tied a knot just below my belly-button.

She then said, "lie on your stomach, and put your hands behind your back." At this point I was kind of hesitant, so I asked, "are we going to get it on"? And she answered, "for sure, but you have to follow my instructions."

So I lied on my stomach and she strattled my legs n pulled the long ends of the rope from under my stomach. I put my hands behind my back and told her "I trust you, don't do anything stupid" She grabbed my ass and said, "don't worry big boy, your in good hands."

She rapped the longer end of the rope around my right wrist very tight and tied an knot. She then did the same with the left wrist, and also tied a knot, so both my wrists were close together. Christine then took the other end of the rope, and along with the longer end, began rapping the rope around both of wrists, and pulling it tight after every two times. For about five times, and then she took the remaining ends of both sides and tied them in knots to the rope around my waist.

I could not believe it! I was unable move my arms!

She then rolled me onto my back, undid my pants, and pulled them off. She then pulled my boxers off too.

She then said, "I knew you'd like being my hostage, look at how hard you are."

I asked, "well aren't you gonna get naked too?" She replied "only topeless," and took off her tank top and bra.

She then sat me up on the wooden floor, sat behind me, resting my back on her breast, and began giving me a hand job. I was really enjoying it. All of a sudden I heard voices in the distance from outside. So I turned my head to her, and said jokingly "stop pulling so hard or Im gonna yell for help." She said, "I dare you."

I guess she knew that I was crazy to enough to, so just as I started to, she covered my mouth with her left hand, as she continued the hand job with her right. Her hands smelled like Strawbarry, from her hand lotion, and she gripped my mouth so tight with her hand for about 30 seconds, my scream were like wispers. I for some reason really enjoyed this, so when she said "be a good boy," and took her hand off, I yelled again, and she hand gagged me with her beautiful hand, for about 2 minutes, and continued jerking me until I came.

Then she stood up and told me to stand. Grabbed me by my arm and led me on to the stage and asked if I wanted to try on some costumes, and I said "no."

She asked “was this satisfying enough for you”, and I said "no, I want more," as I got hard again. I asked her if she's ever given a blow job. She was very reluctant at first as I pleaded, so then she came up with an idea.

Christine then said, "I'll only give you a bj, if i can fully tie you up." My hands were still tied behind my back at this point, and I asked, "what do you mean?" and she answered "you'll see."

She went backstage and came back to center stage where I was standing, and she said "ok lie down." She was holding a large card-board box with many contents in-it. So I lied down and watched her empty the contents on to the floor beside me. I asked her "why aren't you gonna use rope?" and she answered "theres none left silly, don't worry, you'll get tied-tight." I saw her pick up a black t-shirt used for one of the plays, and she was holding a box cutter she found. She cut the Shirt in to strands, as I was laying on the stage floor, on my back lying on my tied up hands.

She tied two strands together to form a long kinda rope, and she tied a knot around my right ankle, leaving 2 long ends. She then continuesly rapped both ends around my ankles, the strand going in opposite directions, pulling it very tight after each rap, and finished with a very very tight knot. She did the same for my knees, pulling very tight after each rap, and tying an extremely tight knot.

Christine then went backstage again, and brought out a wooden chair a place it beside me. She helped me get up, and held me up strait as hobbled to the chair. She laid a pair of "yellow" pants from the box on the ground beside me and cut off the leg parts with the box cutter. Christine then cut the legs into strands. She tied the strands of the cut up together with a knot and tied a knot around my left elbow. She pulled as much slack as she could around my chest and tied another knot on my right elbow. She then took both ends hanging from my elbows, raped them across the end bearings of the chair and tied a knot attached to the back middle bearing of the chair.

I was almost completely immobilized. At this point I was hypnotised by the beauty of her breasts. I asked "so are you gonna start?" and she replied, "hold on a second."

She picked up a shorter left over strand of the shirt and a scarf from the box. She stood behind me and said, "we don't want what happened before to happen again do we?"

I paused and asked "what do you mean?" As she said, "you know," she crumpled the strand of shirt in to a ball, I didn't know she was doing this. As I said "no I dont what are you talking about, from behind she shoved the ball of shirt into my mouth, and covered my mouth with her left hand. She learned over with her right hand and picked up the scarf and let go of my mouth. As I tried to get momentum to spit out the shirt, the scarf touched the back of my head quickly and before I could blink, she tied the scarf as a clevegag over my mouth pulling both ends very tightly. She rapped the scarf back around the back of my head, then over my mouth, back behind my head and tied a knot.

As I sat center stage, completely helpless in the chair Christine went backstage. She took longer then before, I think it was to scare me a bit. I began thinking to myself, ‘is she going to comeback,? Did I do something wrong? I hope no one sees me like this!” She finally returned with some towels she placed on the stage floor infront of me. She then kneeled on the towels and gave me the blow job of a life time. THis was the best "last night of camp" I have ever experienced.

Just as I started to cum, the outside door from the backstage creaked open and….

…This was the beginning of my love for being tied up by girls…I have plenty more REAL stories, so if you like this one, I will post more.

Caesar
Wednesday, February 25th 2004 - 12:06:18 AM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: So I'm left alone tied to the bed and gagged for maybe 15 minutes or so. Long enough for me to make a good faith effort to try and free myself by tugging at my bonds. There was no getting free. Thank God. Let's face it, it's not real bondage if you can free yourself. So a fantasy that I've had since I was a little boy has finally come true. I've finally had my freedom taken away by a lovely lady let alone be her sex slave and it feels fantastic!
So now the door opens and my hot woman walks in with a glass of something and sets it on the night stand. She's about 5'3", great body, great ass and big blue eyes and blond hair down to the middle of her back. Her hair was much longer when I met her and I keep begging her to grow it that long again.
She begins very slowly running her nails gently all over my body which makes me shiver in a very pleasing way. when she is finished with that she takes her comb and standing infront of me brushes out her hair. She usually washes her hair to get all the hairspray out before we have sex because she knows I love soft hair. Then she climbs up on the bed and straddles me again. She does something now that she's never done before, she let's her hair fall all over my bare skin and drags it back and forth driving me absolutely crazy. Now after surviving that, she leans over and begins licking and kissing me all over my body including around my gag. She then moves her ass up to my face and pulls down my gag and sits on my mouth. She starts working her cunt back and forth saying "Come on eat me out!". I must say the feeling of a woman sitting on your face while your tied up is great! She puts the gag back in place and slides down to my penis where she takes it into her mouth and very gently works me to the edge of orgasm which obviously wasn't going to take too long! Needless to say I was going nuts trying to yell through the gag.
So now, after that torture she pulls my gag down again and says to me "How do you like being my little sex slave?" Before I could talk she had her tongue down my throat, just about sucking the spit out of my mouth. Then she says, "Now it's time to pleasure me!". At that she takes the glass and smears its contents over her breasts and with a hand behind my head she forces me to suck her nipples. Not that I would have refused. Come to find out it was amaretta. I think I spelled that right.
Now my wrists are starting to hurt from all the tugging but beleive it or not that makes it all the more erotic. She straddles me once again and this time slips my penis which is ready to explode in her. She starts off slow then begins riding me like a mechanical bull at the same time digging her nails into my chest (real hard) and moaning extremely loud as she brings the both of us to an incredible orgasm.
I never felt such an intense orgasm before. While I was cumming, I was pulling as hard as I could against the scarfs that tied my wrists. I swear I just about passed out.
What made this even better was that it was her idea. I didn't have to beg for it. I still think she's tied up her past boyfriends even though she said she never did because she's just too good at it. If she has I wish she'd tell me all about it. Seeing her tie up and gag another guy is actually another fantasy of mine. I've got alot of them.
I'll have to tell about the other times shes tied me up because telling this story has got me all worked up. The next time I am tied wrists and ankles, spread eagle to the bed with clothesline, gagged and blindfolded.
Tuesday, February 24th 2004 - 10:58:56 AM
Name: Moderator
Comments:Yep, anything goes on my book
Monday, February 23rd 2004 - 10:56:40 PM
Name: webmaster wannabe
Comments:any details you want are allowed on this site. please post.
Monday, February 23rd 2004 - 10:06:38 PM
Name: Alice
Comments:As far as i know anything is allowed on this site. Let fly Jimbo
Monday, February 23rd 2004 - 01:31:23 PM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: I want to finish my story but now I'm not sure just how much sexual detail is allowed in this site. Could you let me know please?
Monday, February 23rd 2004 - 08:44:10 AM
Name: Kristi
Comments:It's up to you, Alice. I've seen some "requests" posted, but those are not to my liking. Just be honest!!! And I agree, the more detail, the better..........
Sunday, February 22nd 2004 - 07:04:37 PM
Name: Alice
Comments:Im sure i can find a few that would interest you, what kind of stories would you like to hear?
Sunday, February 22nd 2004 - 04:27:32 PM
Name: Kristi
Comments:Alice

Do you have any stories that you could share???
Saturday, February 21st 2004 - 01:14:10 PM
Name: Jimbo
Comments: Alice, thank you. I'll definately finish the story and tell about the other times I've been tied up but I've been working alot of hours lately so for now it will have to wait.
Friday, February 20th 2004 - 04:28:47 AM
Name: Alice
Comments:Jiimbo thats a great story, you forgot to tell us what happened the rest of the night though, im dying to know what your girlfriends surprise was. Also what does she look like?

A note to all, the more details you have in your story the better.
Wednesday, February 18th 2004 - 06:28:11 PM
Name: jimbo
Comments: I have always dreamt of being tied up by a woman. My girlfriend is a cute little blond with long hair and great body. I wanted desperately for her to tie me up but she never expressed any interest in bondage at all. One night I decided to just go ahead and tie her up. She actually seemed to enjoy it. Needless to say so did I. After we were finished and I untied her she vowed that next time I would be tied up. I didn't believe her because that would be too good to be true. Well, the next night we decided to fool around my dream came true!
I pulled out the rope and was just going to start tying her hands behind her back when she pulled away. I just thought she wasn't in the mood to be tied up again. Then she takes off her thong panties and starts putting them on me as I'm laying across the bed. Now this is not like her but it's great! She says to me "You look great with those on!". Then she goes into the bathroom and comes back with the scarves that I had used to tie her up with. Now she straddles me. I can't believe my eyes! I'm finally going to be tied up! She leans over and begins tying my right wrist to the bed post. I'm thinking, she's never going to be able to tie me up tight enough so I can't get free. So now she leans over and binds my left wrist. All this time I'm more excited than I've ever been in my life. She sits back with a cute smile as I test the bonds. Well, I'm able to free my right wrist, but she immediately jumps on it and reties it real tight! She then rechecks my left wrist and reaches for my belt on the floor. She first loops it around each ankle and then both together and fastens it tightly. I'm looking at this in disbelief. She always told me she had never tied anyone up before but now I'm not so sure! I'm very securely bound! Then to my amazement she says, "Oh, just one more thing!". Now she takes a red bandanna out of the drawer and straddles me again and says, "Now you're going to be my cowboy!". She very tightly gags me with it. Now I'm in heaven. I'm tied to the bed and gagged and I have a beautiful naked lady sitting on me. What could be better? Well at that point she gets off me and says, "Don't go away I'll be right back". All I could do is MMMFFF! She turns off the light and closes the door and leaves me there to enjoy the feel of the bonds and the gag and the fact that I am her hostage and at her complete mercy.
Well, a while later she returned and the night got even more excitng. I've been tied up and tied down and gagged and blindfolded by her many times since in very interesting ways and positions. I absolutely love it! I've also trussed her up any chance I can get. She looks great all tied up and gagged!
Wednesday, February 18th 2004 - 06:00:17 AM
Name: Joe
Comments:There's more to that story, plus my friend and I got together again last night, so there are lots more stories to tell. But I'm going to wait until other people post their stories so I know this site is alive and well.
Monday, February 16th 2004 - 07:14:27 AM