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I don't really have a bondage story, but this one really happened, and when I got a hold of this poor girl's shoe,she might as well have been in stainless steel leg irons, because she was not going to get away, at least without paying a price.....anyway, here's the story, tell me what you think. Sheila When I was in school, I was one of those problem kids everyone knew. I didn't care about being there much, so whatever distration I could find, I made the most of it. In third hour, I had Mr. Dahl, a crabby old man who taught history. I hated his class, except that I sat in the second to the last seat, directly in front of Sheila, a Varsity Cheerleader. Sheila was a year ahead of me, but I knew her fairly well because she was in my third, fourth and sixth hour classes the semester before. She used to wear clogs a lot, and I had seen her slide in and out of them many times. I had never actually seen her feet because she always wore socks, and never wore stockings. Several times, I had pulled her shoe off when it had gotten tangled in the wire basket that holds books under my desk chair. It was always pretty cool because she took it as schoolboy teasing and would whisper, "please can I have my shoe back?" and "Give me my shoe or I'll tell Mr. Dahl." She would act like she was mad, but would end up putting her feet under my chair with the same results. She didn't have any interest in me, and I think it was like flirting to her because I saw her do similar things in other classes once or twice. She was really beautiful, with a sweet personality and a great sense of humor. One day, Sheila came to class wearing her cheerleader outfit because there was a basketball game after school, and there was going to be a pep rally. The outfit was pretty standard with a green and white pleated skirt, green and white sweater, green knee sox, and white tennis shoes with little pom poms. The shoes were the Keds type of canvas sneakers that I really hated. Sheila had just bought new ones that were whiter than white. Some of the other girls had been teasing her before class by trying to step on her shoes and make them dirty. During Mr. Dahl's boring lecture, Sheila and I and the girl sitting across from her were talking and I mentioned the brand new shoes. I told her I had a good way to keep them clean, and I got her to extend her leg so it was along side me. I pulled her knee sock all the way down, until her ankle was bare, and her inside out sock was covering her shoe. We all laughed because it looked funny. Sheila said it looked like an ear of corn, or like she accidentally put her shoe on before her sock. The other girls said it would be easy to sneak up on people in the hall, and that the new shoes would last forever. Sheila, in her flirty way said, "Do the other one," and extended her other leg. As Mr. Dahl's lecture continued, we talked and laughed and paid little attention to the subject matter. Sheila would extend her legs and laugh at her sock covered shoes, but she did not pull them back up. At some point Mr. Dahl stopped talking and asked Sheila a question about the lecture. She didn't know the answer, and when he asked her why, she told him that I was bothering her and that she had missed part of the lecture. I heard her giggle and poke me in the back with her pencil as Mr. Dahl delivered some strong words to me. As Mr. Dahl continued the lecture I could tell that Sheila was laughing but I didn't want to turn around and get in more trouble. After a minute or two, I heard the unmistakable sound of the wire basket under my chair rattling. Without even turning around, I reached under the chair and snagged the heel of her right sneaker with my right hand. "Please.No. Stop it," she whispered urgently. "We're gonna get in trouble," she whined. I pulled a little harder on the heel and felt the shoe beginning to come loose. "PPLEASE, PLEEEEAASSSSE,PLEASE," she whispered hoarsely as the tightly tied sneaker began to creep from her heel. I stopped pulling. My heart was pounding and I felt a rush of adrenaline. I couldn't help myself, and I gave the shoe another tentative tug. "Please,please,please," she whispered over and over again. "Come on, don't, we're going to get kicked out of class." I knew it was wrong but I just couldn't let go of her shoe. I rearranged my grip so that my hand was actually on her sock as well as her shoe, and I could feel the heat of her heel on my palm. I pulled the shoe another millimeter and I felt the bare skin of her heel touch my hand. "Stop it!" she ordered in a whisper, her voice taking on a more urgent tone. I stopped again, but the thrill of it all was too much and I couldn't let go of the shoe. I gave it a firm tug, feeling her bare heel brush against my hand. Suddenly, she realized what had occurred to me several minutes before. "OH MY GOD!" she hissed, "my sock is coming loose," and she pushed her foot desperately back into the shoe. I pulled the shoe a bit farther and her heel was mostly out of the shoe, but still half covered by the sock. She grabbed the back of my shirt collar pulling back hard and choking me. "If you pull my sock off in front of Mr. Dahl, I'll kill you!" she whispered. For reasons I can't explain, this was the most exciting thing she could have said. I pulled a little farther and there was a gap between her heel and the shoe. "Nooooooo, please, I'll do anything," she whispered. She desperately tried to push her half-naked heel back into the shoe, but lost another half inch of sock in the struggle. "Please, please please, not my sock, let me just keep the sock, you can have the shoe, just let me keep the sock, please!!!" I let go of the dangling shoe and gripped her foot across the instep. My index finger and middle finger were buried in the warm soft fabric of her sock, and my other two fingers rested on her soft naked heel. My thumb was hooked under the tongue of the sneaker. I was lost in the excitement of the moment, and the more she whined and threatened, the more exciting it became. She tried to kick with her other shoe, but her leg was constrained by the basket. "Please let me have my sock," she said over and over again. "I would rather die than go barefoot in front of all these people. Every time she said it, I pulled the shoe and sock another millimeter. The more she struggled, the more the sock came loose, and it was more exciting because she was pulling it loose instead of me. I worked my finger underneath her arch, raked my fingernail lightly against her sole. She jumped and let out a muffled cry, pulling away by reflex. I held an empty shoe and sock in my hand under the desk. I didn't know what to do with it so I put it inside the desk top and pretended to listen to Mr. Dahl's lecture, doing my best to ignore Sheila's pleading behind me. "Give me my shoe!" she whispered, "Everyone is looking at my feet." Some of the other people were looking at her feet, and there was some laughing starting to spread across our corner of the room. Mr. Dahl was writing something on the blackboard and I took the chance to turn around to catch a peek at Sheila's bare foot. The disappointment was almost unbearable when I saw that she was sitting with her foot tucked under her, and I couldn't see a thing. To make matters worse, she had her hand up in the air and began, "Mr.Dahl..." I quickly removed the shoe in the sock from my desk. "Come on now Sheila, I was just teasing..." "Mr. Dahl," she said again, ignoring me. "Fine," I said, and tapped the shoulder of the guy in front of me. "Pass this to the front," I said, and watched him relay the message and the sock covered shoe to the girl in front of him. It quickly covered the six or seven seats arriving in front of a scowling Mr. Dahl. "Who's is this?" he asked the class, holding it up. I'm not sure he knew what it was because it just looked like a sock with something inside of it. "It's mine," Sheila said sheepishly, and the entire class erupted with laughter. "He took it from me," she said. Mr. Dahl set the sock covered shoe on his desk and returned to the blackboard as though nothing had happened. "I hate you," Sheila hissed, and added "Jerk" as she pulled the back of my collar hard, making me chock and cough, attracting the attention of Mr. Dahl again. "Both of you can stand in the hall until class is finished," he bellowed. I walked to the front of the class without looking behind me. A moment later, Sheila walked out into the hallway and stood against the opposite wall looking very angry. On her left foot, she had a snow white canvas sneaker and a bright green knee sock pulled up tightly. On her right foot she had bright red nail polish and nothing else. Her foot was beautiful, about a size seven, slightly wide across the toes, with a nice arch and narrow heel. Her toes were nicely curved and the second toe appeared to be as long, or slightly longer the first. Her bare foot was nearly as white as the sneaker she had lost. Even though the shoe she was left with was flat, she walked up on her toes, without letting her bare heel touch the floor. The tile floor was wax polished like a mirror, and made a perfect display for her exquisite toes. After standing silently for about ten minutes, she decided to sit down on the floor and lean back against the lockers. She would alternate between pulling her knees toward her, which made her toes curl seductively, and extending her legs providing a world-class sole shot. By this time, we had been in the hall for about fifteen minutes and I had held her shoe for at least five minutes before we got sent out, for a total of about twenty shoeless minutes. Mr. Dahl came out and called me back into the classroom. The rest of the class was working on an assignment so he had time to berate me for several minutes before sending me to the Principal's Office for another suspension, no doubt. He told me to send Sheila in on my way out. I knew I was already in maximum trouble anyway, so when I got out into the hallway, I told Sheila that we were both supposed to go to the Principal's Office at once. "What about my shoe?" she asked, nearly in tears. "Why don't you go ask Dahl for it. You couldn't wait to talk to him a while ago," I said, and kept walking. I quickly crossed the commons to the administration building. It was cold and windy and I didn't bring my coat. About halfway through the ten-minute walk, Sheila came from behind me, her bare foot chasing her sneaker as the frigid, blustery wind whipped her short skirt around her legs. We walked together but she never said a word. When we got to the Principal's Office, Mr. Young was not there and we were told to wait. She sat in a chair opposite me, and I leaned forward resting my elbows on my knees with my head down, covertly staring at her naked foot for at least another ten minutes. Total elapsed time for Sheila's barefoot adventure was about 45 minutes at this point. Mr. Young was a very serious and formal man. He called us in together and talked to us for about five minutes. He did invite us to sit. Seeing Sheila standing with one bare foot in front of his giant Oak desk was incredible. I could hardly envision Mr. Young in this office without a jacket and necktie, yet here was a cheerleader perched on one shoe with her bare toes resting lightly on the expensive rug. He gave us both detention and dismissed us just as the bell rang for next period. Sheila walked just ahead of me as we crossed the commons. She balanced on her toes and never let her heel touch the chilly pavement. Since it was between class periods, there were many students passing us and I enjoyed seeing the way they all looked at Sheila and her bare foot strolling across the plaza in the November midday. When she finally reached Mr. Dahl's room several steps ahead of me, the lights were off and the door was locked. "This is the worst day of my life," she said. "I can't believe you did this to me. My toes are freezing and everyone in the whole school is looking at my feet and laughing at me behind my back." I apologized several times, and she seemed less upset. She was joined by several other cheerleaders who whispered and looked back at me with disdain as they escorted her away. Total time for Sheila's barefoot extravaganza: about 70 minutes. I headed for the lunchroom and I was eating with some friends, telling them about what happened, and probably not convincing any of them, when Sheila walks in. She is sporting a different footwear configuration now, wearing a sneaker and no sock on her left foot, and a green knee sock and no shoe on her right foot. Clever girl. She probably looked silly to everyone else, but she looked sexy as hell to me. After lunch, Sheila was in my forth hour class but she was sitting one row over and several seats up. She was close enough that I could see the outline of her exquisite toes through the tight fitting knee sock. She sat through the entire class flexing her sock covered foot around, and driving me nearly insane. The knee socks were thin and pulled up so tightly that I could see the glint of nail polish through the fabric. Her stocking covered foot was as thrilling as anything I had seen so far that day. At the end of that class, I figure she had been without her shoe for at least two hours and forty-five minutes. After class let out, I headed straight for the lockers near Mr. Dahl's class hoping to see her walk by again. I waited for ten minutes but she never came by. I was late for class and spent the next hour fantasizing about her flexing under someone's desk, and wondering where she was and what she was doing with her adorable little green foot. Before I knew it, the bell rang and I raced back to stake out Dahl's classroom door again. Once again, no Sheila. I went to my final class that day and found Sheila still wearing one shoe and one green knee sock. Total time with one shoe was approaching four hours. I couldn't see her for most of the class because her seat was not near mine, but near the end, she was called on to give a three-minute speech about a book we read. For three fantastic minutes, I was mesmerized by her as she stood at the lectern with her stocking clad foot in full view, toes resting lightly on the tile floor and heel held up an inch or so. At the end of the speech, I figure she was without her shoe for about four hours and forty-five minutes. After school, I skipped detention and went to the basketball game hoping for another glimpse of her feet. When the Varsity cheerleaders came out, Sheila had two shoes and two socks again. I noticed one of the Junior Varsity cheerleaders was sitting in the bleachers completely barefoot through the entire game. She was not that close to me, but I still got a good look at her bare feet. After the game, there was a dance and the barefoot JV cheerleader was wearing shoes and socks again while Sheila was back to one shoe and one sock. Since the dance was in the gym, all of the girls took there shoes off anyway, and I got distracted, but I did get to see Sheila dancing in one sock and one barefoot, before she decided to just go barefoot. Sheila dropped Mr. Dahl's class. I figure she must have been embarrassed. I don't know what happened to the shoe and sock, but I bet they ended up in Mr. Dahl's desk. Sheila didn't say much to me for the rest of that year, and then she graduated. I got suspended for ten days, but it was more than worth it. |
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| Comments: | Thanks for the nice comments! They are much appreciated. Always delighted to hear that you fine folks are reading and enjoying my stories. Stay tuned for the next part... this is where it starts getting really interesting. Lots more girls and lots more bound and tickled socked feet to come. |
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| Name: | Ron |
| E-mail address: | rdjay@usa.net |
| Comments: | Okay, okay, you guys "dragged" it out of me... here's SNOWBOUND, Part 2.
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| E-mail address: | lilsweetgirl83@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Ok-Where I left off-He took the knife and he started to cut through my boxers.He made a cut and tore the rest off and threw them down on the floor, then he lifted my jersey over my tits and started nibbeling at my tummy(I luv when he does that!) and worked his way down to my bound ankles, he rolled me on my stomach and started biting my toes thru the sock, I actually liked it, the feeling of being "worshiped against my will" in a way. He undid my feet so he could make me cum a few times, he's "found the man in the little boat" on every "search" he's been on-midwest ladies know what I mean:)all we do is cook and have sex:):)anyway, I was just about to collect my winnings and split(go to sleep, all tied up) but he wouldnt let that happen. He undid my hands and ordered me to open my arms and legs on the bed, he wanted me to strip but I refused because it was cold, my sox would remain fellas, as well as my Huskers football jersey.
So he tied me spread eagle to the bed and just when I thought I was about to be virtually raped by my lust frenzied boy toy and was loving every moment of it, he just started kissing me all over my body, then came the torture-tickle torture! I HATE TO BE TICKLED! REALLY!! He started at my feet and worked his way up, I screamed, cryed, threatened violence-nothing.He told me that this was starting to turn him on, but he was already turned on so I ignored him. After the comments about his mother, I was gagged, and tickled for another horrible 45 minutes!!! If he would have taken the gag off I probably would have broke up with him, I was pissed. But, he left me gagged, then he filled me with dick repeatedly until I think I was knocked unconcious from banging my head on the headboard so many times. Afterwords, instead of breaking up with him, I decided to marry him:)My mom always said a guy who can eat pussy like that is a guy you need to trick into your trap, lol-Were such sluts! |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Yeah Ron, I'm game for the rest of your story, it was great!
~Chris |
| Name: | ranger |
| E-mail address: | donthaveone@nowheres.com |
| Comments: | Hey,ron why dident you finish your story?????? |
| Name: | Fallen Angel - Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Your on it |
| Comments: | Mary,
Nice story would you please continue. If you get the chance could you contact me via yahoo messenger my yahoo handle is fallenangel4reve. |
| Name: | Mary |
| E-mail address: | lilsweetgirl83@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | The other night I told my boyfriend about the story I posted. He thought it was interesting and it lead to something you all might like to hear about.I never knew that like 9 out of 10 guys wants to tie me up, and I found out the other night that I have chosen to live with 1 of those guys.He asked me if I minded being tied up, or even liked it.I said that being tied up that day was different than if he were to tie me up right now-and then he asked how? I said it would turn me on if he did it and that embarrased me at first, but this made him very unreasonably horny.I guess I should tell you all what im wearing, my red Nebraska football jersey, white boxers, and mid leingth white sox. He told me that he was going to the store to get some ciggarettes and that when he returned, we would come in like a burgler and take me prisoner! I loved the idea, so he left and I tryed to fall asleep to really get a surprise(it didnt work).It didnt take him long to get back, I still question weather he went or not.I didnt hear him cum in, but all I knew was that a man in a ski mask was in my apartment with a knife and rope!He put his hand over my mouth and said shut up girl!Im going to rape you, turn over on your tummy, put your hands behind yourback, on top of your ass.Then he put my feet together and started wrapping the rope around and around my ankles tightly so that it hurt just right.Next out of his pocket was a red hanky, and with this I was gagged-pulling the sides of my mouth forcing it to open just far enough to show my teeth.Then he too kthe knife and...wait this site dosen't say anything about sexual content(explicit), let me know if it is ok to finish some other time.It gets pretty kinky |
| Name: | Fallen Angel |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Your on it |
| Comments: | Mary,
Nice story, if you have anymore please post them. If you ever want to chat my yahoo id is fallenangel4reve. Thank you for posting your story on my site. I also run a yahoo group, Tiedinsocks2. I know I'm behind on updates, hopefully this weekend I will get an opportunity to post some photos. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://I would like to hear more! |
| Comments: | Good stories, I am ready to hear more. I haven't been to this site since the 15th and, just my luck an hour later someone posts a story after I leave! Speaking of which, Ron feel free to post more stories, just as long as they aren't about MY sister. LOL! Keep posting, I love these stories. And if anyone else is afraid or ashamed to tell their story(s), go ahead we (or at least I) will like them anyway. Any sock story is a good sock story, just as long as they aren't about my sister. LLOL! Good work everyone.
~Chris P.S: Now that winter is coming, MAYBE Leah will wear socks, talk about bad luck. |
| Name: | Mary |
| E-mail address: | lilsweetgirl83@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | sorry about the story being posted 3x, i messed up-please forgive me! |
| Name: | Mary |
| E-mail address: | lilsweetgirl83@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Hi, Im Mary and I'm 19 years old.I just ran across this site (really-ahem) and it brought back a memory from a few years back when I was still in junior high.School had just started, and I had to go stay with my uncle after school every day because I was an "untrustworthy daughter" as my father basicly put it.
My uncle was more than happy and it didnt bother me because I liked him alot.He liked me alot too, but in a weird way.He had always been very nice to me and I was about to find out why. One day after school I came in as usual, kicked my tennis shoes off and relaxed my feet. I was wearing long white socks that I would pull down and skrunch up on my ankle, revealing more of my legs.We had uniforms due to our gang problem and stupid children shooting each other over what color they were wearing.That is a fascinating story in itself since I live in fucking suburbia-anyway my uniform consisted of blue shorts and a white collar shirt. So I was lazing off when my mental 7 yr old cousin started wrapping my legs with a telephone cord telling me I was under arrest.I said you little moron, cops dont do that! Just then his dad came in and said yea, cowboys string folks up, cops cuff'em. I said yea you little shit, now go away! Then my uncle said this little lady is getting lippy.Let me show you something son. He took the cord of my legs with one hand and grabbed my arm with his other.He flipped me on my stomach and easily pinned my hands behind my back.I was laughing and crying, just got home from an 8 hour school day-i was tired. I remember him tightening the cord around my wrists,as he sat on me, I could feel the hardness thru his jeans right on top off my butt and sensed his desires as he fastened the knot restraining my hands. Then he told his boy to fetch him something else to truss this "varment" with. We cant let her feet stay free, she might get away if we dont tie her ankles! By now his son is back, with the instinct of his father no doubt he found some bungee cords.Will these work daddy? Sure will son, bring them here! He tied my ankles together and hoisted my feet up to my hands and brought me to a simple hogtie. He and his son cheered and enjoyed my captivity.Then he said, that isnt all, I have something instore for those little seductive tootsies, girly, Im going to tickle your feet!NO!!!I screamed, I began laughing before he even started. His calused rough hands could be felt right thru my socks, they poked and proded over my feet, it actually felt more like I was being fondeled rather than tickled.If it werent for my sox his hands probably would have damaged my tender little feet. When I didnt start laughing right away, he said oh, I see you need some moisture, I can fix that right up for you. He untied my feet and took my socks off and then he retied me.He told his son to go in the other room.As soon as he did, my uncle started nibbling at the tips of my toes and then started licking and sucking them. soon, my feet had been totally molested. I didnt know what to say, or do.So I didnt say anything, because it didnt really bother me that much, it just kind of grossed me out.After he untied me i said thanx alot to my cousin who started the whole thing, he looked at me and said daddy said we were going to tie up mary today.When ever I see him now he always blushes and asked me to call him if i'm not too "tied up" on the weekdays. |
| Name: | Mary |
| E-mail address: | lilsweetgirl83@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Hi, Im Mary and I'm 19 years old.I just ran across this site (really-ahem) and it brought back a memory from a few years back when I was still in junior high.School had just started, and I had to go stay with my uncle after school every day because I was an "untrustworthy daughter" as my father basicly put it.
My uncle was more than happy and it didnt bother me because I liked him alot.He liked me alot too, but in a weird way.He had always been very nice to me and I was about to find out why. One day after school I came in as usual, kicked my tennis shoes off and relaxed my feet. I was wearing long white socks that I would pull down and skrunch up on my ankle, revealing more of my legs.We had uniforms due to our gang problem and stupid children shooting each other over what color they were wearing.That is a fascinating story in itself since I live in fucking suburbia-anyway my uniform consisted of blue shorts and a white collar shirt. So I was lazing off when my mental 7 yr old cousin started wrapping my legs with a telephone cord telling me I was under arrest.I said you little moron, cops dont do that! Just then his dad came in and said yea, cowboys string folks up, cops cuff'em. I said yea you little shit, now go away! Then my uncle said this little lady is getting lippy.Let me show you something son. He took the cord of my legs with one hand and grabbed my arm with his other.He flipped me on my stomach and easily pinned my hands behind my back.I was laughing and crying, just got home from an 8 hour school day-i was tired. I remember him tightening the cord around my wrists,as he sat on me, I could feel the hardness thru his jeans right on top off my butt and sensed his desires as he fastened the knot restraining my hands. Then he told his boy to fetch him something else to truss this "varment" with. We cant let her feet stay free, she might get away if we dont tie her ankles! By now his son is back, with the instinct of his father no doubt he found some bungee cords.Will these work daddy? Sure will son, bring them here! He tied my ankles together and hoisted my feet up to my hands and brought me to a simple hogtie. He and his son cheered and enjoyed my captivity.Then he said, that isnt all, I have something instore for those little seductive tootsies, girly, Im going to tickle your feet!NO!!!I screamed, I began laughing before he even started. His calused rough hands could be felt right thru my socks, they poked and proded over my feet, it actually felt more like I was being fondeled rather than tickled.If it werent for my sox his hands probably would have damaged my tender little feet. When I didnt start laughing right away, he said oh, I see you need some moisture, I can fix that right up for you. He untied my feet and took my socks off and then he retied me.He told his son to go in the other room.As soon as he did, my uncle started nibbling at the tips of my toes and then started licking and sucking them. soon, my feet had been totally molested. I didnt know what to say, or do.So I didnt say anything, because it didnt really bother me that much, it just kind of grossed me out.After he untied me i said thanx alot to my cousin who started the whole thing, he looked at me and said daddy said we were going to tie up mary today.When ever I see him now he always blushes and asked me to call him if i'm not too "tied up" on the weekdays. |
| Name: | Mary |
| E-mail address: | lilsweetgirl83@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Hi, Im Mary and I'm 19 years old.I just ran across this site (really-ahem) and it brought back a memory from a few years back when I was still in junior high.School had just started, and I had to go stay with my uncle after school every day because I was an "untrustworthy daughter" as my father basicly put it.
My uncle was more than happy and it didnt bother me because I liked him alot.He liked me alot too, but in a weird way.He had always been very nice to me and I was about to find out why. One day after school I came in as usual, kicked my tennis shoes off and relaxed my feet. I was wearing long white socks that I would pull down and skrunch up on my ankle, revealing more of my legs.We had uniforms due to our gang problem and stupid children shooting each other over what color they were wearing.That is a fascinating story in itself since I live in fucking suburbia-anyway my uniform consisted of blue shorts and a white collar shirt. So I was lazing off when my mental 7 yr old cousin started wrapping my legs with a telephone cord telling me I was under arrest.I said you little moron, cops dont do that! Just then his dad came in and said yea, cowboys string folks up, cops cuff'em. I said yea you little shit, now go away! Then my uncle said this little lady is getting lippy.Let me show you something son. He took the cord of my legs with one hand and grabbed my arm with his other.He flipped me on my stomach and easily pinned my hands behind my back.I was laughing and crying, just got home from an 8 hour school day-i was tired. I remember him tightening the cord around my wrists,as he sat on me, I could feel the hardness thru his jeans right on top off my butt and sensed his desires as he fastened the knot restraining my hands. Then he told his boy to fetch him something else to truss this "varment" with. We cant let her feet stay free, she might get away if we dont tie her ankles! By now his son is back, with the instinct of his father no doubt he found some bungee cords.Will these work daddy? Sure will son, bring them here! He tied my ankles together and hoisted my feet up to my hands and brought me to a simple hogtie. He and his son cheered and enjoyed my captivity.Then he said, that isnt all, I have something instore for those little seductive tootsies, girly, Im going to tickle your feet!NO!!!I screamed, I began laughing before he even started. His calused rough hands could be felt right thru my socks, they poked and proded over my feet, it actually felt more like I was being fondeled rather than tickled.If it werent for my sox his hands probably would have damaged my tender little feet. When I didnt start laughing right away, he said oh, I see you need some moisture, I can fix that right up for you. He untied my feet and took my socks off and then he retied me.He told his son to go in the other room.As soon as he did, my uncle started nibbling at the tips of my toes and then started licking and sucking them. soon, my feet had been totally molested. I didnt know what to say, or do.So I didnt say anything, because it didnt really bother me that much, it just kind of grossed me out.After he untied me i said thanx alot to my cousin who started the whole thing, he looked at me and said daddy said we were going to tie up mary today.When ever I see him now he always blushes and asked me to call him if i'm not too "tied up" on the weekdays. |
| Name: | kaiser5150 |
| E-mail address: | jessealton44@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | Here is my story, it dosent have much behind it-just good old fasioned bondage!Anyway, When I was in my late teens I started hanging out with my next door neighbor.Her name was Jessica, she was a couple of years younger than me (about 16 at the time) and very cute.Imagine Cameron Diaz about 10 years ago with a little more meat and light brown hair.She used to come over barefoot and in her socks all the time, it always turned me on and I knew I had to tie her up.One day we were in my room getting high and she asked me for a joint.I said hell no because I was 18 and I blew my money from work in like 2 days-max!I told her she could just come over whenever and I would hook her up.This was not good enough and she grabbed bag (playfully) and acted like she was trying to make a break for it.I tackled her and pinned her underneith me on my bed.I got excited instantly, she was wearing some gym shorts and a tank top and the best of all, ankle socks.
I wrestled with her for a while and told her I was going to tie her up because I was getting sick of dealing with her.I had the ropes ready way before this day, I had a few other female visitors that I gave the same treatment sometimes, and others that would soon receive it!I got off of her and asked her if I could really tie her up,she smiled and said why?I said dont ask, just let me.To my amazement, no more questions,she put her hands together in front of her.I started looping the ropes aroud her wrists but my heart just wasnt in it yet, her hands had to be behind her.When I finished, she got free (how embarassing!).I told to let me do it again, she put her hands out in front again and I corrected her and reversed this.Then she protested, but as soon as I got the ropes around both her wrists she was mine.When I was done she was my prisoner at last.I took out another strip of rope and said, now your feet.She said no, I said yes-I WON,ANOTHER VICTORY FOR MAN!I of course had to put her strong, athletic legs together which was hard, but worth it-plus I got to feel her smooth young legs which still give me wet dreams.Finally, with my rope knotted and enclosing her ankles, pinning her socked feet together, I looped the rope around and around and tied the final knot.Then I asked her if I could gag her, she called me an asshole,I took this as a yes.I gagged her with my red hanky and sat back and enjoyed her distress.I didnt untie her for at least a half-hour.I tickled her until she hated me.But she came over the next day and forgave my bong:) That would not be the last time for Jessica, nor would the next, or the time after that.She is the Teri Hatcher of my bedroom at my moms house. |
| Name: | Fallen Angel -Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
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| Comments: | Hey Ron,
Nice story so far please continue to post. |
| Name: | Ron |
| E-mail address: | rdjay@usa.net |
| Comments: | Way back in July, I offered to post some of my true socks and bondage experiences but, like everyone else, I got sidetracked and never made good on my promise. The quality of the recent posts however, has convinced me that it's worth the effort after all. So here goes... I'm going to try and contribute at least twice a week and hope that everyone reading will do the same.
I was going to start literally from the beginning, and tell you about my early bondage adventures with my older sister in her white knee socks and cheerleader uniform. Or the times I let my younger sister play "commando" with the rest of my pals, just so we could capture her right away and take turns tying her up and slipping off her shoes to tickle the sensitive soles of her white socked feet. Or even the summer afternoon that I managed to take my own mom prisoner and tied her up in the woods behind our house in her shorts and cute white ankle socks. ( I didn't know it at the time, but she'd been aware of my socks and bondage "habit" for years and actually got a kick out of letting me do it to her too). But I'm not sure how the rest of you feel about binding other family members in their socks, so until I hear further, I'll hold off on those adventures. (Tell me.) Here's a quickie experience that happened when I was back in high school. Somehow, one wintry Saturday my best friend and I managed to get ourselves involved in a huge snowball fight with a group of neighborhood girls (including his three sisters) and quickly decided to even up the odds by capturing some of the other players and tying them up in his parents garage. Luckily they were both gone for the afternoon, so we had a free run of the place and before too long, had taken our first giggling prisoner... a cute blonde in tight blue jeans and red leather boots named Jennifer. My friend showed me a pile of clothesline wadded up in the corner of the garage. Then went back outside and left me to bind up our prisoner while he held off the enemy and bought me some time. Jennifer thought we were both nuts, but played along anyway and sat down on the cold concrete floor while I sorted through the assortment of rope and found something to tie her up. She shot me a disapproving glance. Then pulled off her wet gloves and leaned forward a little,limply crossing her dainty wrists behind her back while I looped her hands together and pulled the knot tight. She struggled a little, testing the rope. Then sat back with a shrug and watched with an amused half smile as I gathered her long slim legs over my knee and quickly worked down the snow encrusted zipper on one of her stylish red boots. "Hey? Just what do you think you're doing there?" she huffed, timidly flashing me a tempting glimpse of her white cable knit knee sock. "Aren't you supposed to be tying up my feet or something?" I laughed, and gently finished coaxing her boot the rest of the way off. Then easily tugged off the other one. Pleasantly surprised that Jennifer didn't put up more of a struggle over losing her shoes and admiring every lovely inch of her curving, warm white knee highs as she gingerly pressed her socked feet together on the ice cold floor. "Harder to escape this way, don't you agree?" I said, teasing my fingertips over the faint pinkish stains that her wet boots had worn on her rounded heels and tightly clenched toes. "I like to take off my prisoners' shoes first. Before I tie 'em up." I smiled and calmly shook out a second length of rope. Savoring the helpless look on Jennifer's face as I cinched the cord around her shapely ankles. Then began idly stroking the turned up soles of her snug white socks. "Point your toes." I ordered. "Yeah... like that. Show me the bottoms of those prety little socks of yours. "My feet are getting kinda cold." "I'll keep 'em warm for you." I teased. "How... how long are you gonna keep me like this...without my boots on?" she fumed softly, her gorgeous socked feet jerking reflexively beneath my eager fingertips. "Until we capture the rest of your friends." "Are you guys gonna tie them up too?" she hissed. "In their socks?" "Yup. In their socks." TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW. I nodded and shook out a second length of rope |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Your story sounds good, go on! |
| Name: | Il9 |
| E-mail address: | editor5000x@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | School was cancelled due to snow and in a small town there is not alot to do when that happens. I was a 14 year old boy hanging out watching TV when the doorbell rings and three neighborhood girls stop by. Sheila, Laura and Jennifer. Sheila and Laura were a year ahead of me and Jennifer was in my class. We had been friends for years since we had grown up together in the neighborhood. I was just lucky that all three of them had grown into such beautiful young women. They had stopped by cause they were bored and there was too much snow to go anywhere. I had the biggest and nicest house by far on the block (mom was a doctor) so they thought they could come over and hang out if I didn't mind. I was delighted. They stepped inside and brushed the snow off their jackets and hung them up. They then reached down to unlace their boots and I watched with great anticipation. Seeing what socks lay under their boots was infinitely better than opening presents on christmas morning. Jenny was first to slip out of her boots. She was wearind adorable soft baby blue cotton socks with her jeans and white sweater. Sheila was going with the traditional white but with wonderful little textual patterns to give the socks special character. She had dark jeans and a white turtleneck shirt as well. Finally, Laura slipped out of her boots and was in bright red cotton socks. This was great cause they really caught your eye. She was in tan pants and a red cotton shirt. The four of us headed into the living room to watch some TV. After about 20 minutes I suggest we rekindle our childhood past and play "Spy Games" again. This was basically a game where we snuck around the house and pretended to capture each other. We made up the storyline as we went. I don't know how started it but it was fun. We hadn't done it for a while and I was nervous about suggesting it, but I lived dangerously. To my delight, they thought it sounded fun.
To start, I said Laura and I would go upstairs and we would go from there. This could mean Laura and I decide to team up and/or Jennifer and Sheila decide to team up or we could all make our character selfish and a doublecrosser, basically whatever. Laura walked ahead of me on the stairs and I had a perfect eye-level view of her red soft cotton socks trodding up the stairway. There were 7 rooms upstairs, and she headed into our large "back porch" was was really just a messy room with complete windows on three sides looking over a stream in the back. It was kind of cold in the winter because of all the windows so we didn't go out there much - but it was tolerable. Laura looked around the room and said to me "Maybe we should set a trap for them in here." As she walked around in her red socks I had to act, I grabbed a clean washcloth from a nearby shelf and slid up behind her. She turned around and I pushed up against her face covering her mouth and nose. I smiled into her face "What do you mean we?" She let out a muffled yell but she knew what this meant, she was being drugged. She played along perfectly. She tried to pull away but I backed her up against the wall and she was stuck staring at me with the cloth on her face. She reached her hand up clumsily and her eyes started to droop. She let out a few soft moans and then fluttered her eyes and fell limp - trusting that I would hold onto her which I did. I pulled her against my body and dragged her toward the center of the room. I was sure to put her limp head aside so I could see her red socked feet slide along the floor. They were completely loose and as I dragged her forward they turned on their toes and slid on the top of her toes. I stopped in the middle of the room and layed her down on her back with her arms our and her feet side-by-side. I stood up admiring her cute face and her bright red socks. Things were going so well I throught I would go for the final step. I ran out of the room and grabbed some small rope that was kept in a hallway closet. I returned with it and Laura was still laying sound asleep in the floor. I kneeled down by her feet and lift each red socked foot up to place the rope underneath. I then lifted it up and did a figure-8 pattern between her heels. I think she was suprised by this and started to act like she was waking up. I wasn't sure she would go for the being tied up and my heart raced. I held onto her feet with my hands and waited to see if she came out of character to call foul. Instead she acted kind of groggy and fluttered her eyes again, "Oooh...Alan...what happened?" I didn't know what to do "Um..Laura..you are waking up already?"...Laura propped herself up onto her elbows "You drugged me Alan? Knocked me out?! You double-crosser!" I grabbed the wash cloth again and slid up next to her face "I just need to keep you out of the way on this mission Laura, it is too dangerous for you but I knew you wouldn't stay out of it on your own. Now take a deep breath and go to sleep." I placed the cloth on her face again. I knew this was it. If she passed out, I could finish the bondage. If not, that was going to be out of bounds. I watched her as she looked at me square in my eyes - I think to determine whether she trusted me enough to do this. Then to my ecstacy, she rolled her eyes and slammed them shut falling limp once again. I was holding her head in my hand and I gently placed it back to the floor. I could have screamed with joy, but I had a job to do. I returned to her red socked feet which were once again loose and limp. I tied teh rope around them not too tightly but firmly holding them together. I then tied another rope around her knees and finally lifted her hands up and set them on her stomach, tieing them together and then securing them to her body by also tying the rope from her hands to the rope at her knees. She was comfortable but immobilized. I stood up and admired her peaceful form on the floor. She realized I was done and once again acted like she woke up. She looked up at me, "Alan, what have you done?" She wiggled around but could not get far. I smiled at her, "It if for your own good, and don't scream or I will have to put you back to sleep." Laura looked up at me, "You can't do this to me Alan." Our conversation stopped quicky as we heard someone walking down the hallway. I ran to the door and looked under the crack at the botton to see a pair of cute baby blue socks coming toward the room. I slid over to Laura, "Sheila is coming. Don't tip her off." I ran behind a set of boxes and Laura squirmed on the floor. The door behind Laura opened and I saw the blue socked foot enter the room. (to be continued if there is interest) |
| Name: | Il9 |
| E-mail address: | editor5000x@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | This page is absolutely great. Just about anything goes well with cute girls in socks and bondage is one of the best. I also love to see girls knocked out in cute socks then tied up. I will post some experiences and hopefully can get some comments. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Sorry no story. |
| Comments: | Well, as luck will have it Leah visited yesterday... but without socks. I almost flipped! Although her visit yesterday wasn't a total loss, we got to do some catching up. I did bring up a quesion about why she wasn't wearing socks, and her response was, "Socks in this weather, are you crazy?" I didn't bother to ask her why she gave up socks, because of fear of sounding a little strange. Oh well, what can you do?
~Chris |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://No, Actually I haven't. |
| Comments: | I haven't yet told Leah I've posted her stories, I don't know how she might respond to that, so I don't think I will tell her tommorow.
~Chris |
| Name: | Fallen Angel -Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Your on it |
| Comments: | Chris
Use rope,and or ducttape :) A hogtie would be nice if you can and if Leah lets you. Chair tie and tied to the bed. Make sure she is wearing white ankle or slouch socks. Does she know you post the experiences on this page? |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Finally! |
| Comments: | Look I finally got my story in! Leave suggestions today about what I should do to Leah by tommorow, because she is visiting on Sunday.
Leah and I had become a bit closer in years, this time we were downstairs, lots of games and such to do, she liked it doen there. There had been someting on the back of my mind since I last saw her... I grabbed some ropes from behind me, threw them over her and whispered into her ear. "Remember this?" Leah giggled as I pulled the ropes tighter. At the last moment I decided to remove her shirt. To my surprise, what looked like two shirts were actually one. I appoligised profusely and she laughed again. She seemed not to mind her bra was showing. So I continued down to her pants. She laughed and screamed at the same time, slowly and gently, I slid off the bluejeans, so as not to disturb her bindings. When I finished she had to catch her breath. Thereafter she told me how much fun she was having. Boy did she look hot flopping arround in her long socks, bra, and panties. I won't go any farther into this section of the story. Some of this stuff is up to PG-13, on this site. Well, how did you like it? Leave some comments (and suggestions), please! |
| Name: | An0nymous |
| E-mail address: | None@dunno.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Nothing |
| Comments: | I love the stories, if anyone has any self bondage stories will you please post them :) |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Sorry! |
| Comments: | I have been un able to get on-line for a while, my next two stories are coming up. By the way, Bondage Fantasy Story Writer, your stories are nice, but I like 'em real. This question is for the viewers of this page, if I were to invite Leah to my house one day, what would we do? Think about it. I'll see if I can't do my next story some time tommorow or so!
~Chris |
| Name: | Dee Dee |
| E-mail address: | deedee@mail.com |
| Comments: | <a href="http://www.1on1adultsextoys.com">.</a>Interesting reading. |
| Name: | Adam |
| E-mail address: | dark_mana_guy@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hey i loved the storys and if you whant to join my teen bondage club on yahoo then go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/tiedteens/
and if you whant to talk to me here are my sn on yahoo and aol AOL-manaknight989 YAHOO-axmana989 feel free to message me im always up for meeting new people |
| Name: | Bondage Fantasy Story Writer |
| E-mail address: | nothanks@email.com |
| Comments: | Enjoy this fantasy!
Act I One night my parents and my girlfriends parents were both out of town. So I drove over to her place to hang out. She had only been my girlfriend for about a week so I didn’t know how she would react if I tied her up. I took my normal supplies; white ropes, big roll of silver duct tape, and some packing materials for whatever gag I chose. Jamie was a girl in fashion so I new she would have plenty of cute outfits, socks, and bandanas. Little did I know how great that night was going to be…. When I arrived Jamie was laying on the couch wearing cut off blue jean shorts and a white top with ripped of sleeves and bottom (could see her stomach). Jamie is 16, has fairly long blonde hair, about 5’4” and a GREAT body (So do her two sisters, later). Later that evening we were about to watch some movies she had rented. She rented Meet the Parents, Nightmare on Elm Street: Freddy’s Dead, and The Perfect Tenant. The Perfect Tenant?! Try My Perfect Opening! If you haven’t seen the end of this movie there’s a great bondage scene with a cute teenage girl gagged with duct tape and wearing white socks. She asked me what movie I wanted to watch first. I told her I had seen Meet the Parents a whole lot and wanted to wait until it got real late before we watched Krueger. So I said Perfect Tenant. We put it in and both laid down on the couch. I sat through the movie just waiting until the end. I was VERY nervous. When the part came my face was probably as red as blood and dick as hard as a rock. Jamie said “Look how loosely she’s tied. When the other three people were in the other room why didn’t she just untie herself take the noose off and get ready to attack the guy with the gun.” I said well she’s probably tied tighter than it looks. “Yeah right! Movie bondage scenes are always so fake”. Movie what scenes? I asked pretending not to know the word. lol. She gave me one of her smug cute looks and said “Oh come on, when it showed a close up of that girl gagged I felt a rocket hit me in the ass!” “How’d it feel?” She giggled and gave me a little punch on the arm. Then we grabbed each other and kissed a few times. She asked do you want to tie me up? I said yes. In my mind it was more like YESSSSSS!!!!! I asked her if I could pick out what she wears? She said ok come up to my room with me and tell me what to put on. I started looking through her drawers. When I had looked at everything I told her that her shorts and top were good but put on these socks (white knee socks) and roll them down to about 1/3 of her leg. And put on this bandana (red one). She looked AWESOME! I told her I had to run out to my car to get a few things. She had a shocked look on her face and said you prepared for this. I said kinda. When I went down stairs I unlocked the back door. I ran outside got the ropes, tape, packing, put on a black skimask, and grabbed a fake gun. I rang the front doorbell and quickly ran to the back door. When she got the door I crept in, hand gagged her, and showed her the gun. She gave a nice little mmmph into my hand. I told her to keep quiet. I tossed her down on the couch and told her to keep her hands behind her back. I stuffed a little bit of packing into her mouth and then grabbed for the tape. Her eyes widened in fear (good actress). Just hearing the duct tape rip turned me on. I tore off a good size strip and pressed it onto her lips, and held it there for about 5 seconds. The Gag went from one side of her face to the other and I could see her lips and cheeks through it. She let out several sexy MMMPHS and moans. I told her to roll over and give me them arms. She did and I trussed her wrists behind her back, and elbows around the body under her size C bust line. Next was her thighs and ankles. Tieing those socks could have been the most pleasurable experience next to gagging her. I told her to give me some MMMPHS if she was having fun. “MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH!” I told her that it was torture time. She let out a tiny mmmph. I put her over my shoulder and took me to her parents bedroom and laid her down on their big bed. I sat down next to her and started tickling her. She is a very ticklish girl. She started squirming around, giggling, and MMMPHING very loudly. I told her the only way I was going to stop was if she let me tie her up once a week and play along with me in any role that I wanted her to (appropriate of course). She agreed. I knew that the torture was not necessary to get what I wanted but I just did it for fun. I took her back down stairs and tied her to a chair. We started watching Meet The Parents. I told her I had to use the bathroom so I went up stairs, but not before grabbing my mask and gun. I could see a little smile through her gag. While I was taking a piss I heard a noise. THE DOOR!! I thought to myself how is that possible? I grabbed my gun and put on my mask then slowly I went down the steps. I heard talking for a minute but suddenly it stopped and I heard Jamie MMMPHING. I screamed “FREEZE.” And pointed my gun at them. It was Jamie’s sisters; Jenny and Jackie. They are also both blonde with great bodies. I told them to get down on the ground, put their hands on their head and not to make a peep. I grabbed my roll of Duct Tape and taped their wrists and ankles. They were both wearing jeans, bandanas, and white socks. I put some packing in their mouths and took off their bandanas and detective gagged them. Then I took my mask off and showed them that the gun was fake. They looked at each other and MMMPHed. I explained how I was Jamie’s boyfriend and how we were playing a game. I asked if they wanted to play and they shook their heads yes. I said cool, lifted them up and put them on 2 of the couches. I untied Jamie from the chair and took her over to a recliner and sat her on my lap. When it got late we were all pretty tired. I took Jenny and Jacky up to their rooms and tucked them in but not before replacing their detective gages with fairly long strips of tape. Then I took Jamie up to her room. I laid her down and told her that I really liked her and thought she was special. Then I peeled of the Tape Gag and took out the packing. She immediately leaned up and gave me a big kiss on the lips and said that she felt the same about me. But that I was going to pay for that torture incident. I said really. Then I kissed her goodnight, took that cute red bandana out of her hair and cleave gagged her. She MMMPHed loudly. Give me some ideas for Act 2 |
| Name: | Fallen Angel-Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Your on it |
| Comments: | Thank you Chris, for your stories and trying to bring this page back to life. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://I don't know! |
| Comments: | What happened, it printed half of my story? Go fig. Hey Fallen Angel, I just noticed you got a new E-Mail address recently! Oh and continuing on about my story that came out twice, feel free to delete that one!
~Chris |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://At Leah's House |
| Comments: | I have another story after this, be patient, it's in the works.
I stopped by at Leah's house early one day, nothing on our minds, so we sat down and did like any other red blooded Americans, and watched tv. I had a roll of duct tape I was hiding in my back pack, which I brought over to her house, and now I was trying to find a reason to use it. She was fun to tie up, and the last time I had her tied up was a week ago (my last story). She was sitting in a fully extended recliner, still wearing shoes, it's not often I saw her wearing shoes, I think once or twice I saw her barefoot. Her shoes were on the tips of her feet snaping back and forth on the botoms of her feet. I ran to her kitchen presented a long towel and ran back to the living room recliner, where I tied the towel arround her legs. She said somthing like "Oh, cute." I watched her untie the knot on the towel. I had to work fast, I reached in and pulled out the tape and wrapped her up in. She seemed not to mind too much. One quick piece over her mouth and I was finished, all except of one thing. I slowly, carefully, cherishing the moment, removed her shoes, allowing her beautiful socks to show. She was wearing long pants so my guess is as good as yours as to what kind of socks she was wearing. I took her up the stairs gently to her room, she wasn't too easy to move either. I laied her on the bed and thinking as I was going, I told her I would leave her there for a few minutes, she tried to say somthing, but I "walked away" at that point. Ok, I'm guilty of pretending ot leave again. I actually stuck arround and watched her shake all around the bed, all the while admiring her cute sock covered feet move. I walked over to the side of the bed and smiled at the human roll of duct tape. "Well want to do some more?" She shrugged her shoulders, I think... I pulled her off of the bed and took her downstairs where I set her out side. I set her out side, all wrapped up, you had better believe I brought my camera, I keep those pics under lock and key though. I set her back inside and put her in some funny positions, while at the same time snapping photos. When I removed the masking tape, she burst out laughing. She told me she had a great time, then what she said next surprised me, "Your turn!" She did tape me up, really really well! She must do this often or somthing, because even I couldn't get out of this job! I won't fill you in on this part of the story, because I'm sure you want to hear about girls being tied up! Well one down one to go! Stick arround for the next story Leah Part III. Don't you just love her? |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Well I see everyone kept busy while I was away! |
| Comments: | I'll get cracking on that story tommorow.
~Chris |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://I'm sorry... |
| Comments: | I will be away from the computer for a week and will be unable to type my post. See you in a week! But while I am gone please, please type your stories everyone! Sorry again!
~Chris |
| Name: | Fallen Angel - Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://your on it |
| Comments: | Yes Chris you may post your story on my dreambook, if it is more mature, yet not approiate for canucks page. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://I guess it's customary... |
| Comments: | I suppouse when you live where I do, it is culture to not wear shoes really, but if you go out west, or even far south, I have family and friends who wear shoes in and out doors!
I have two other stories, one which I will write shorty, this one I've told to no one! However I have another story I am a little afraid to share (I didn't even write it over at Canuck's site) it involves the removal of articles of clothing, but it has to do with the same girl in my previous post, tell me if it is all right to post those types of stories. ~Chris |
| Name: | george |
| E-mail address: | george_r11@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | I wish I knew women who would wear their socks anywhere outside. I love to see women without shoes outside. great story chris. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://You'll like this one... |
| Comments: | It just gets harder and harder to get on the computer nowadays, well here's my story. I'll just post this one, but I would like comments, good or bad, I don't get enough bad! Now, this is my best sock story yet, so please enjoy it.
I met a girl at school, who was a friend of a friend. My friend introduced me to his friend (she can be called... 'Leah'). Leah and I also became friends. Once she wanted to become more than just friends, but that's another story! I invited her to my house one day to ride bikes together. This was one of her favorite things to do. She came to my house the next day day wearing long tubesocks, with a nice red stripe, running along the top. She had VERY skinny legs and tubesocks looked cute on her. I asked, "Did you just come from soccer?" She asked what I meant. I inquired about her tubesocks. She said she just liked wearing them. Not to mention she liked sliding off her shoes! I once caught her in the library simply walking aroud in socks. So we sat down in the library lounge area and read. Well I didn't quite read, I admired her socked feet, as she sat with them placed on the table. And I remember walking with her to lunch, after she left her shoes behind in class purposely. And another time we signed up for a summer school gym class that gave us extra gym credits in school for next year, and boy did she go shoeless. She even left her shoes behind once while running, but I picked them up and gave them to her. I once met her at a shopping center, I do live in a fairly small town, and of course, she was wearing long socks. And whenever she entered the house, she would step out of her shoes and go places with me, even if it was out in the backyard. The funny thing is, I went to her house and she has a whole family of people who don't even wear shoes in the house! Enough of that now. You want to hear about the bondage part. Ok so we went riding and Leah, dropped her open-heeled sandals in the road as we biked on. I asked her if she needed them. She said her feet slipped out when riding. Right then and there I knew we were going to be best friends. I continued riding. She made a comment about how her feet were slipping. She said she wanted to duct tape them down. Woah, was I turned on! I immediatly led her back to my place, and up the driveway. She asked if she could get her shoes, I looked her in the eye, smiled, and said nothing. I had her sit down and I told her I'd be back. I came back with rope and tied her shoulders to her sides lightly. She smiled and said "Oh I get it, you like to tie girls up." I froze I didn't know how to respond to that. I mentioned her retort about tying her feet down to her bike pedals. She smiled and said, "go on." This was the best day of my life, a girl who liked socks, and actually didn't mind being tied up at all!. I made it all the way down to her socks, and stopped just below the ankle. I decided to blindfold and gag her with my two prized bandanas. I sat there, staring at this great girl, a girl who shared the same interests as me. Maybe we should have gone out once or twice. Hours passed I watched her wiggle and smile the whole time. I heard my parents pull into the driveway. I remembered we were still in the foyer/den area, so when my parents came in they would see us. I picked Leah up and ran her to my bed room. I was also quie turned on by this too. I put her on the side of my bed that was not visible when you entered the doorway. I walked down the hallway. My mom remembered my friend who was supposed to be here today. I told her she came and left. I talked to her for a minute, them my dad told me he ran over somthing on the way up the driveway. I remembered the sandals we left outside. I ran back to my room and untied Leah. She smiled and told me she had fun. I led her outside and we saw her shoes. They looked like they had been mauled by a bear. So I helped her ride home. She once again didn't wear shoes, however this time she had a good reason. These shoes were going to fall apart! We made it to her house and I told her I would talk to her soon and we could ride bikes again! I just remembered, Leah and I did do another bondage game together. This time she didn't wear tubesocks, but that didn't matter, simply beacause they were socks. I have two more stories to go, so start sending me your comments! ~Chris |
| Name: | Fallen Angel - Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@cs.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://your on it |
| Comments: | Thanx Chris for your story.
Hi Ron, Yes I want to hear your story. |
| Name: | Ron |
| E-mail address: | rdjay@usa.net |
| Comments: | Hey, thanks for starting a Dreambook on my favorite subject! By the looks of it, socks and bondage is something of a "niche" interest all right. But I'm looking forward to sharing my true life experiences with all of you, and hope that you'll do the same. I hate talking to myself, so let me know if you're really out there and like what I have to offer.
Like many of you, I've been admiring pretty women in socks (especially white ones) for a long, long time and dreaming up dozens of ways to get them tied up and out of their shoes so I could have a closer look at their snugly socked toes and soles. My earliest experiences were with my neighborhood friends and schoolmates, my sisters, and occasionally even my own dear mom (oh come on, you probably thought about doing that too. Gosh, if you can't confide in your own mother who the heck can you trust? Besides, she looked pretty darn nice back then, playing Cowboys and Indians in the woods behind our house and patiently standing to attention in her neatly cuffed white ankle socks,without her shoes on, while I tied her hands behind her back). I've been a lucky guy over the passing years and have certainly bound my share of prettily socked women. I thought I'd start with an adventure I had a little while back, when I helped a gorgeous, raven-haired beauty with a local charity event, and unexpectedly wound up leaving her in her white slouch socks for most of the evening. Let me know if you're interested in hearing more about this, or about my earlier adventures. |
| Name: | Rockland |
| E-mail address: | surf392@msn.com |
| Comments: | Cool story, have you got another? |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Ok, Let's get this story started! |
| Comments: | Ok, Let's get this story started!
Uh oh, looks like I woke this page up again! I'm back form vacation, and here is my next story: This story happened quite a while ago, hope you like it. Once I was at a friend's house. His sister came home, and boy was she angry, she reamed our butts! We didn't do anything wrong, but she was angry that day. My friend said she needed to calm down. I said she needed to be taught a lesson. And I knew just what to do. I ran to the garage and presented duct tape, ropes, and those nifty little bungies with hooks on either end. I let him choose the punishment. He picked the ropes, but I told him to try somthing new. We took the bungies with us also. As I crept up to the room I listened in, it was very quiet, quite a transition from the screaming --- we ran into just a few minutes ago. I opened the door and we saw her sitting at her desk, which faced the opposite way. We crept up behind her. I remember she was wearing an untucked white polo shirt, bluejeans, and white socks. Her shoes were by the front of the room. I stood behind her next to my friend. I grabbed a hand full of bungies and swooped them over her head. She yelled at us that she didn't want to play now, but I said "That's not an option." My friend tied her hands with ropes, then he tied them down to the pivot under the chair. We didn't really tie her up very tight, she almost got out once. Then she asked "What did I ever do to you?" We said to her, we would leave her there for a while to think about what she did, while I invited my friend over to my house to enjoy a bowl of Ramen Noodles (what can I say, I was a crazy teen who liked microwaveable noodles). We came back a few minutes later after us bolth having a nice big bowl of soup. We stomped upstairs to find my friend's sister asleep. At that very moment my friend got an idea. He told me to untie her and help him take her down the basement. My friend grabbed her under the arms, and I carried her by the feet, naturally. She was about our age but twice as skinny, therefore easy to carry. We entered the basement and I suggested we tie her to the chair in the corner. My friend told me to keep walking. He led me to the furnace room where we found a long vertical pipe. We tied her ttight to it, this time with rope. Once we were done she slid down the pole, and hit the floor, her knees stayed tight to her chest, then they slipped down and stretched out. Somthing startled her awake, I suppose it was her butt hitting the cold tile floor. I patted her on the cheek and told her she passed part one of the test. My friend jumped in and said to her we were going to leave her there for the rest of the night. She screamed, and I told her we were only joking. We were going to leave the room though and have her stay there for a few minutes. We then blindfolded her, turned off the light, and shut the door on her. She gritted her teeth ad yelled at us. "Untie me now," she said. I yelled back, "Maybe tommorow" When we figured she had enough for one day, and we came back into the room. I admired my handiwork and we slowly untied her. She was still really angry at us, but she did leave us alone for the rest of the day. Well I hoped you liked this story. There are a few more comming up, leave some comments! ~Chris |
| Name: | turtlechell |
| E-mail address: | turtlechell@YAHOO.COM |
| Comments: | I GOT THE HONOR OF BEING BOUND BY THE MASTER OF THESE WEBSITES AND IT WAS AWESOME, I CAN'T WAIT FOR HIM TO GET TIME TO DOMINATE AND BIND ME MORE. |
| Name: | George |
| E-mail address: | george_r11@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | I have had a thing for socks and bondage for as long as I can remember. I love the stories.
I have a few. When I was younger, I used to play "tie up" games with my sister and her friends. This was in the early 90's, so that was back when girls wore the thick socks and layered them and everything I loved that style. One time, one of my sister's friends, who was about 2 years younger than me, came over. They were watching TV and I used to always capture my sister and her friends and tie them up. They usually had their shoes off and were showing their thick colorful socks. Well, I had never tied this girl up before and I had always wanted to the worst since she wore the most socks and had the sexiest little feet. Her name was Alicia. Well, this day I finally got her and my sister too and tied them up. My sister to her bed, and Alicia on the couch in the living room. I gagged my sister cause she always screamed and yelled. My parents were out for the night, so I could keep them there for a long time. I tied Alicia's hands behind her back with the belt from a robe, then went and got some duct tape to wrap around her ankles. I didn't gag her cause she begged me not to. We actually began to talk for a while. I think she might have forgotten she was tied up for a while too. It was a great night. I took her feet in my lap and rubbed them for a while when we talked. She didn't seem to have a problem with that. She frequently asked me to untie her, but I said I couldn't cause she might escape and free my sister. Well, I did after a couple hours. She went home after that, but she didn't seem turned off by it. Actually we almost dated a few years later, but she moved. I did get in pretty big trouble that night cause I left my sister tied up till my parents got home, and I didn't have time to bribe her not to tell. That didn't stop me though. I have many more stories about my sister's friends mostly. This one was the best, but I have many other good ones if you want to hear them. George |
| Name: | Fallen Angel-Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | fallenangel4reve@yahoo.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Your on it |
| Comments: | Thank you Chris for helping in getting this page going. I love your stories, they are very much appericiated. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | I will be out of town, so leave some comments tonight! That way I can still post tonight! |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Here is another story! By the way the girl in the last story did try to get back on us, but we wouldn't let her.
This happened years back, I was playing Truth or Dare with some people at my friends house, and I got to the sister of one of my friends. So I asked the age old question "truth or dare." She said 'dare.' I had been waiting for this moment. She wore glasses (which made her look really cute) a sweatshirt, bluejeans, yellow socks, and those moccisan slipppers. I told her she had to be tied up outside for 30 minutes. She didn't seem to mind the idea. I asked for some supplies then I led her out of the walkout basement and tied her to a beam, which held up our upper deck. I let her look in at us from outside from her tie up spot. Then I mentioned taking off her slippers. She said that wasn't part of the plan, then I told her to try and stop me. I gagged her, tied her ankles together, wrists, legs, and removed her slippers, she let out a coo as I gently pulled them off. I stood back admiring my work, then I smiled and turned away. I came back in and held the slippers high over my head, like a trophy, and continued the game. We went to untie her 90 minutes later, as apposed to the 30 minutes we told her we would tie her up for. That's the end of the story basically. Tell me how you liked it! I have many more I want to tell, but if you post a comment, I'll do it faster! ~Chris |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@Hotmail.com |
| Comments: | In my last story I told my girlfriend to be more outgoing. This is true, people who have good relationships become stronger when they do somthing strange (well it was either bondage or parachuting, bolth I wanted to do), I heard this on DateLine or something.
Any way, there was a girl I knew a long time ago. She was a good actress, and very beautiful, and I just have the gift of acting myself. I don't know why we didn't become boyfriend/girlfriend, we remained just friends. I met her one day when we were younger at an acting camp. And our friendship grew! One day I called her up and asked her if she could do some lines with me in a play I was in. Ok, I had this in the works for a while. She was a shy girl, who contrasted my outgoing and bondage loving spirit). So I made a short scene of a mock play. Earlier that day I noticed she was wearing the most beautiful socks. Her, not being one to take off her shoes I had just the plan to remove 'em. Later that day she arrived at the house, and I took her downstairs. I told her I had trouble with a few lines of the play where someone had to be tied up and rescued. And I played the hero and the villan since they never met face to face in that particular "scene." She didn't mind, nothing she didn't do before. I duct taped her down to a chair hands then feet. I began taping her ankles, where upon I removed her shoes. She went frantic! I guess she really didn't like having hre shoes removed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed. I told her I simply wanted to tape her ankles down, but her shoes got in the way. Then I told her to relax and not be so tense. She still looked angry, but she knew I wouldn't do anything bad to her. I held one hand on each foot as I taped them. Soon the play was underway. I stared at her socks a lot. And we kept re doing the "lines" for the next hour or so. She kept wanting me to scratch her nose, it was very cute. It was funny seeing her feet dangle, because I taped them up a few inches off of the ground. She must have been really tense over me taking of her shoes in the begining, but she really loosened up a while later. But as soon as we were done she wanted her shoes. Oh well, girls will be girls. Anyone else have some bondage stories? Another friend of mine reminded me of a bondage game we once played on her sister. I'll tell that story tomorrow. |
| Name: | icehouse |
| E-mail address: | a@w.com |
| Comments: | I have enjoyed both of your story. I too have a sock fetish with bondage. Glad to see I am not alone. keep up the good work. Ice |
| Name: | Fallen Angel - Your Moderator |
| E-mail address: | disappearingfriend@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://Your on it |
| Comments: | Thanks Chris
Please continue to post your stories, sorry but I might be your only respondse, since I do not know how many people visit this dreambook. Great story keep it up. |
| Name: | Chris Crust |
| E-mail address: | Chris_Crust@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://I've Got A Story |
| Comments: | Hi, I'm Chris, long time reader, first time story-poster.
One day I came early to my girlfriend's house. She was at a soccer game and about 45 or so minutes later she came home, and I heard her take off her cleats with a loud thud, by the door. She walked downstairs and found me. When I saw her in her soccer socks I made the biggest grin. Her socks were just great, thick on the bottom, and they reached all the way up to the knees. They were the most beautiful white color you've ever seen. We got to talking and I told her that people who have great relationships have done somthing outgoing together. She said somthing about dancing as a suggestion, but I told her "off the top of my head" (not) we try a bondage game. She didn't much like the idea, but I said, "You tie me up, and I'll tie you up." She said it was all right with her, if we do it quick, so I tied her up by having her place her wrists on her ankles, and wrap a rope arround them. Then I placed a bandana in her mouth, and blindfolded her with another. I told her I had to run upstairs for somthing, but I didn't. I thudded up the stairs, but I sat and watched her struggle. I watched her feet move within the cute soccer socks, and about 5 minutes later I "returned." I first undid the gag, kissed her, then the blindfold, then the ropes. She seemed to like our little game. Next it was her turn to tie me up. She placed my hands behind my back duct taped them, then my feet, and she placed a strip over my mouth. No blindfold. It was very innocent. She didn't do much to me. I wanted to say "Is that the best you can do?" Soon her sister came home, my girlfriend undid me. Well that's the story. I do have another sock related bondage incident. Tell me if you are interested in hearing it! ~Chris |
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| Name: | jason |
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| Comments: | can you send the pictures to me please:)
thanks |
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| Comments: | anyone know any web sites with girls tied up in socks? Or anything like that? Plz post :) for everyone |
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| Comments: | Here goes my story!
This story happened a few years ago. One day I went over to my friend's house. Her name was Frances. We were bored, looking for something to do. After talking about what to do for half-hour, her friend Danielle shows up. Now I did have an opportunity, to tie up Frances on another occasion. I will post that story at a later date. Danielle however, had this interest in handcuffs, and today was no different. Whenever I hung out with Danielle, she would ask if I had my handcuffs on me. The majority of the time I was carrying my handcuffs with me and today was no different. Danielle loves to wear handcuffs; there have been nights where she wore them when we would walk around our neighborhood, with her hands cuffed in front of her and behind her. You should have seen the looks we would get from strangers. Today though I also had a roll of black hockey tape on me, since I was playing roller hockey earlier in the day. So I decided to see if I could get Danielle to allow me to tie her up. Just then Danielle asks me if I had the handcuffs with me, and I said “yes I do.” Danielle asked to see the handcuffs, so she could handcuff herself. I said “no”, and Danielle asks “why” “because I said I want to tie you up.” Danielle said “Ok; I’m game let’s do it.” Just then Frances breaks out laughing and asks to take pictures when Danielle is tied up. Danielle says “sure, no problem. Now I will describe Danielle, she was 5"3" and about one hundred pounds, and had black hair and brown eyes. She was wearing a dark blue T-shirt, running shorts, white ankle socks, and white sneakers on that day. All right, so we set a time limit, of thirty minutes, for Danielle to be tied up, all parties agreed. However I did not ask Danielle, if she wanted to be gagged, so I decided against her being gagged, I did not want to push my luck. So Frances goes to get her camera as I pull out the handcuffs and the black hockey tape, Danielle grabs the black hockey tape and looks at it. She then asked that I do not put too much tape on her legs, as she did not want to hurt her skin, or for the tape to leave marks. I thought to myself there might be an opening. Now back to the idea, which I had in my head. To see if I could get Danielle to take off her white sneakers, so I could see her tied up wearing her white ankle socks. See I have fetish for ladies tied up wearing white socks. So I told Danielle, to take off her sneakers, so this way I could place the tape on her socks, allowing her to avoid the tape leaving marks on her skin. Danielle balked at my idea, because she did not want to take off her sneakers. We argued over this issue for a few minutes, until I said fine then “you do not get to wear the handcuffs, unless you take off your sneakers.” At this point, Danielle agreed to take off her sneakers, as long as she was allowed to handcuff herself. So the argument finally ended, now let the fun begin. So I handed Danielle, the handcuffs and she proceeded, to place one wrist in a cuff and put her hands, behind her back. I then handcuffed the other wrist for her. Then Danielle proceeded to lay down on the couch, as I then proceed to sit next to her. Danielle then, stretched her legs and puts her feet together on my lap. I then grab, the black hockey tape off of the coffee table and began to wrap the tape securely around her white ankle socks several times, making sure to carefully not get any tape on her skin. After I was done, Danielle’s thirty minutes began. During those thirty minutes, Frances and I took pictures, of Danielle tied up on the couch, sitting in a chair, out front of the house, laying on a bed, and of Danielle, trying to hop around the house in her white ankle socks, with her feet securely tied up. It was an extremely fun thirty minutes. Yes still do have the pictures. |
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| Comments: | When posting stories, please be very descriptive of what the damsels is wearing. But NO BDSM STORIES! |
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| Comments: | This book is for stories of damsels who are shoeless when bound and gagged.
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