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| Title: | Suzy's Exposure |
| Comments: |
This happened about 10 years ago when I was with a previous girlfriend, but I've only just found your site and of the many games we had this was probably one of the best pranks. We had been together for about 2 years by this time and Suzy had become as much into bondage as I was. After starting out with scarves and ties, she soon got to enjoy quite strict rope bondage and just loved being blindfolded. So much so that our first proper bondage 'toy' was a padded leather blindfold. She really got turned on by being unable to see while tied up. For our first anniversary I bought her a set of 4 leather cuffs and a ballgag, (as well as a special meal out too!). Now she could be spread-eagled and teased for even longer than when in rope bondage ! I got the idea for this prank while we were making love one night. I had just tied her to the bed with her hands together above her head, her ankles spread to the footboard, and tightly blindfolded. She was still wearing her black dress, stockings and underwear from our date that evening. As I began to start sliding her dress up her thighs I jokingly said to her "next time I meet you late at your office you'll be like this on top of your desk". She really started to get turned on so we continued the game with me pretending to have her tied to her desk and her pleading that someone may come in and find us. Anyway, it was hot session and she climaxed repeatedly. A few weeks later we had booked a weekend away from London at a hotel in Oxford. We both packed our favourite toys and I made sure she had some of her sexiest lingerie. What she didn't know was about the extras I had packed in my briefcase. The Friday evening and Saturday went just as any other weekend away together went - food, drink, bondage and sex !! We had a Sunday morning in bed planned before we had to check out at midday. I woke up horny as ever and after waking Suzy up by licking her ALL over I got her worked up too. I told her I was going to tie her to the bed but not until she put her sexy black panties and stockings on for me. When she had just them on, I blindfolded her and used rope to tie her in a tight spreadeagle on the bed. I played with her as usual, made sure I came myself and then got her favourite vibrator and brought her to one orgasm after another. I then teased her that I was going to a have a quick shower and leave her with the vibrator held in by her panties. I added a ballgag and left her squirming on the bed while I turned on the bathroom shower. I didn't have a shower and watched her come at least twice while I was in the bedroom. She was lost in her own little world !! Now for her real surprise. I packed her purse, toiletries and all her clothes, except the tight wool sweater, mini skirt and high heels she had worn on Saturday, into my bag, leaving her with just those and what she was wearing. I then got dressed and packed away all my own stuff too. (.........to be continued........) |
| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Suzy's Exposure (2) |
| Comments: |
I then placed the 'presents' from my briefcase in her overnight bag. I had collected a number of identical cards advertising a dominatrix service from telephone kiosks around Soho. All they had on them was the same phone number and a sketch of a domitatrix with a whip. I added these plus a few packs of condoms and a large dildo. I took off her blindfold and her first surprise was that I was now dressed. I then showed her the clothes I had left for her draped over the back of the desk chair. The best reaction was when I got her bag and showed her the contents !!! I put the open bag on the bed between her spread legs. I told her I was leaving her for the maid to find - it would look like she was a prostitute who had been robbed. I then showed her one of the advertising cards, on the back of it I had written "Thanx for switching, Haha. IOU £100. Hope the batteries lasted". I tucked this in the top of her right stocking top. Boy, was she struggling and mmmphing now !! I pulled her panties to one side, removed the vibrator and added fresh batteries. Then I greased up a black rubber butt-plug, inserted both plugs, using the panties to hold them in place. I got a thin 8' length of chain from my bag and said to Suzy, "Don't worry, I don't want you raped". I doubled it in half, passed it aound her waist, ran the two ends through the doubled-over middle, then with the hitch at the back brought it forwards between her legs, over the base of her two plugs, pulled it tight and padlocked it secure at the front. She watched me put the key in my pocket. She was pleading with her eyes for me to release her and mmmphing through her gag like crazy. I made sure all her bondage was secure and tightened her ballgag a notch. I explained to Suzy that I wasn't going to blindfold her this time as I wanted her to see the maid's reaction when she found her. That really got her thrashing round the bed !! I kissed her forehead , which she tried to avoid, then reminded her she had no purse or money so I'd see her at the cafe in the main square where we'd had lunch yesterday, after she was freed by the maid. In the past I had always blindfolded her if I was going to 'leave' her - now when I left the hotel room and locked the door she knew. I went down to the hotel bar and had a drink to calm down !! Then I went to the concierge and asked for a bell-boy to assist with my bags. A young lad of about 18 years ended up accompanying to the room. On the way up there I explained that I didn't want to embarass him but could he help me with a prank on my wife. A 20 pound note and an explanation of what he'd see ensured his assistance !! He knocked on the room door, announced 'Room Service' and let himself in with his key. I followed him in but stayed out of sight in the hallway. I could hear Suzy struggling like mad - the bed was really creaking. I heard the bell-boy gasp out a "Wow", and after a minute or so, (I'd told him to have a good look and a listen !!), he told Suzy he'd have to get the Manageress. Even from the hallway I could hear her "nnnnngo, unnnggghhyyymmme". He came back to the doorway, and we closed the door and went into the hall. I paid him his tip and asked him not to tell anyone until we'd left. I waited another minute, knocked on the door, unlocked it and went into the room. Suzy's was thrashing around on the bed as much as her spreadeagle would allow. Her eyes opened up real wide when she saw it was me not the manageress !! I locked the door behind me then unlocked her chain chastity belt and took out her two plugs. Her panties weren't just wet, they were soaking !! I dropped my trousers and took her as she laid there, still tied and gagged. Still, she even managed to cum before me !! When I ungagged her, boy did she call me all the names under the sun - mind you she was smiling though. We quickly dressed, packed up our toys and checked out. It was only a grinning bell-boy that watched us from the concierge desk that was anything different. I'll post some of my other experienes if you like this one............... |
| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Tough Girl |
| Comments: | When I was in high school I lived in a small suburban town a good distance away from any big city.This story isn't realy racial or anything but the school had all white kids except for this new girl.She was black but nobody I know had a problem with that.The problem was that she felt she had to talk and act tough to be cool.She was always telling everyone how she grew up in gangs and how many fights she had been in and how she knew people who would shoot anyone she wanted.After 3 weeks of this nobody realy wanted to listen to her anymore.
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| Name: | Casual Observer |
| Title: | Gothic Bitch |
| Comments: | This happened my first year at college.There was this girl into gothic stuff,black clothes wierd makeup and hair doos ect.She was in 2 of my classes and every body always made fun of her.I felt bad for her and went out of my way to try and make friends with her.She resisted at first and I assumed she was scared that I was just teasing her or something so I kept at it.Finaly she agreed to hang out with me.
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| Name: | Stacey |
| Title: | Suzy's Surprise - Part 1 |
| Comments: | Following on from my last story, this also involved my then girlfriend Suzy and occured about 10 years ago, in fact a few months earlier than the previous little game.
Although we both had our own apartments, mine was actually a 2-bed townhouse and was substantially larger than Suzy's - she also felt more comfortable 'playing' at mine. If we were going out anywhere I would invariably pick her up, if we were planning to spend time at mine she would often drive over to me. This was just one of those occasions, Saturday evening and all day Sunday at my house. Suzy arrived at about 6pm with just an overnight bagand a change of clothes for Sunday. I took her out for a meal and a drink, returning home just after 9pm. I made her a coffee and under the pretence of using the toilet, went up to my bedroom to check my preparations. Unbeknown to her, the week before I had bought my first 'Video 8' camcorder. I had already recorded Suzy's arrival from a front bedroom window - with her driving up to my house, parking and walking up to the door. Now I made sure the tripod was erected but hidden in the bedroom wardrobe along with an extension lead from the electric plug and that the camcorder batteries were charged. I had two leather wrist-cuffs chained to the top corners of the bed and the remainder of our toys in a suitcase under the bed. I got the camcorder, put a pair of handcuffs in my rear trouser pocket and headed back downstairs. I hid the camcorder in the kitchen and went back into the lounge. I sat next to her on the couch and told her I had a little surprise for her !!. At this point I should say that Suzy was wearing a white T-shirt, jeans and white Reeboks. "Hold out your hands", I told her, "we mustn't forget the handcuffs, must we ?". She smiled and held her out wrists, "front or back ?" she asked. "Guess", I replied, and Suzy turned to her right, her back now towards me and put her hands behind her back. I put the handcuffs on, reached round her and holding a breast in each hand pulled her back onto me so I could kiss her. "Now for your surprise", I told her and went and got the sports bag full of toys I'd hidded behind the other chair. "But first", I said and got our a pair of leather ankle cuffs and her favourite padded leather blindfold, "Let's get you ready for it". I bucked the cuffs on each ankle and padlocked an 18" chain between them, then I buckled on the blindfold. I quickly went to the kitchen, grabbed the camcorder, turned it on and returned to start filming Suzy cuffed and blindfolded on the couch. "Well where's my surprise then ?" Suzy asked after about a minute - if only she knew !!. "One minor adjustment first", I replied an put the camcorder on top of the TV, facing her and still recording. I got a 1" leather strap about 2' long plus a harness ballgag out of the sports bag. I lifted her T-shirt up and over her head and down to her wrists. While kissing her, I did the same with her white bra - I just love the topless & tied look !!. With her T-shirt and bra down by her handcuffs I wrapped the strap around her elbows and drew them together, not meeting but close enough to get a few grunts and moans followed by a "not too tight" from Suzy. With her elbows secure, I unlocked her right handcuff and removed her T-shirt and bra. Before locking it back on her wrist I twisted the cuff round and round until the link chain shrunk - even with a key there's no way out then as the cuffs are too close together. I checked the camcorder, still recording okay, and picked up the gag. To date, we had used some gags, mainly knoted cloth and a home-made ball gag, but this would be her first time with a proper harness ball gag. "Now for the first bit of your surprise present", I told her, and kneeling on the couch I positioned her in front of me and towards the camcorder. I held the ball up to her lips and with a gentle push she opened her mouth to take it. I buckled it not too tightly behind her head, then lifted the front straps up over her nose and top of her and buckled it down to the neck strap. I then did the same with the under-chin strap but now I tightened them all too. That brought a few grunts and mmmphhs from Suzy, especially after a good play with her breasts !! I got off the couch and picked up the camcorder to for some good close-ups of her now starting to drool down her chin. "Now for the other half of your surprise", I said to her. She looked up, directly towards me and the camera, and I continued, "I'm going up to the bedroom where I've got your favourite vibrator and also a special new one just waiting for you". Suzy nodded her head and grunted a "yesh". "But you'll have to come upstairs and get it yourself, see you soon !!". That got a "nnngo" in response, so still recording I went over to her, reached round to her elbow strap and helped stand up. Still holding the strap I walked around her causing to her turn round a few times. "Now, find the door and I'll see you soon - have fun", I said, kissed her and went into the hallway to record her hobbling slowly round the lounge, mmmmphing into her gag and trying to find the door. (to be continued ............) |
| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Suzy's Surprise - Part 2 |
| Comments: | Suzy looked lovely in her jeans, Reeboks, topless, hobbled, elbows strapped together, handcuffed, blindfolded, harness ballgagged, as she stumbled round looking for the door. It only took her a few minutes and she found the hallway leading to the stairs. I ran up the stairs to film her from the top as she slowly ascended, her breasts jiggling nicely !!. My bedroom door was right at the top of the stairs, so by the time she'd made it up the stairs, she easily found the bedroom. I greated her with a "What kept you ?" which got a "ugggkk ooo" in reply. I put the camcorder on the tripod, connected the power supply to save the batteries and left it recording pointing at the bed. I lifted Suzy on to bed and climbed on next to her. "Well done my little sexy one", I said and kissed her gagged mouth. "Here, let me help with your clothes", and I rolled her onto her back. I took off her Reeboks and socks, unbuckled the ankle cuffs and removed her jeans, but left her sexy white panties on. I sat Suzy up and moved behind her, enabling me to kiss her, touch her in the right places (!!) and also get it all on camera.......
After getting her nicely 'warmed up', I undid her right handcuff and taking her right hand out I locked the cuff back onto the side of her panties, keeping her left hand trapped at her side. I laid her down on the bed and lifted her right hand up to he headboard, buckling it tightly into the leather wristcuff I'd already padlocked to the headboard. I then unlocked her left wrist and did the same, leaving her spreadeagled on the bed. I got some rope from the suitcase under the bed and tied each of her ankles indivually up to each of her thighs. I then tied ropes from each ankle to the bottom corners of the bed, now Suzy was really spreadeagled, and with a rope added to her left knee, run under the bed and tightened to her right knee, truly helpless and available. I re-focused the camcorder for a close-up of me inserting her favourite vibrator, set on high, and held in place by her panties. With some kissing, licking and touching on my part I brought her to a series of orgasms which had her moaning through her gag and thrashing around as much as her bondage would let her. Now, I had other plans. I loosened the ropes from her knees under the bed, released her wrists from the leather cuffs, sat her up and handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then, much to her pleasure I took off her gag and asked her if she wanted the vibrator removed. She moaned a "Yes, please". I turned her so she was facing the bottom corner of the bed, then kneeling in front of her I took hold of her head and guided it down on to me, telling her "Now it's your turn to do some work", and touching her through her panties, "and that stays in place until I've come !!". To cut a long, (and rather graphic), story short, she sucked, I came, the vibrator was replaced by my mouth, then me proper and the camcorder captured the lot !!. After I had finished taking Suzy from behind, while she was still cuffed and blindfolded, we collapsed together on the bed. Suzy told me she badly needed to go to the toilet. I helped her sit up and she turned to her side and offered me her wrists to un-handcuff. Instead, I reached over to the pillow and picked up the discarded harness ballgag. I waited for her to start to speak and pushed the ball into her open mouth. After a brief struggle, with her ending up face down on the bed and with me sitting on her hips, she was firmly gagged. I then added a short length of rope from her handcuff chain up to the D-ring on the top of the harness gag and raised her cuffed hands up to the middle of her back. "Now you can go to the toilet", I told her, "and I'll only let you loose if you don't make a mess !! ". She mmmmphed another "uuugck ooo" through her gag as I helped her stand. As she made her way to the bathroom I took the camcorder off the tripod and continued filming her all the while she went to the toilet. She finished and made her way back to the bedroom, with me still recording. As she sat back onto the bed I clipped the camcorder back onto the tripod and disconnected the power supply, leaving it on battery power. I undid her gag, "you bastard, I'll get you for that" she laughed and held her hands out to be uncuffed. "Now it's my turn for the toilet, you can let yourself out", I said as I put the handcuff key into her hand. I quickly gathered up the tripod with the camcorder still on it and went into the spare bedroom. There, I turned it off and hid it all in a cupboard, getting back into my bedroom to find Suzy still trying to unlock the handcuffs. I took the key from her and helped her out of the cuffs, then took off her leather blindfold, and gave her a deep kiss. Over the next few months, mainly due to Suzy's love of being blindfolded during bondage and sex, I managed to add a few more scenes to my home video. Unfortunately, it was about six months later that we split up, having been together for about 4 years. I never did get around to finally telling her about the video I had made, and in those circumstances I thought it better not to. So Suzy, if you're reading this and you want the original, (I'll be keeping a copy !! ), let me know. More of my adventures to follow soon ............ |
| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://NotYet |
| Title: | My First Prank on Suzy |
| Comments: | Prior to purchasing my small townhouse, I had bought a 2 bedroom apartment with a good friend from my work called Brad. He now owned the apartment outright and we still only lived about half a mile apart, keeping in regular contact. Whilst flat-sharing we had obviously become good friends, and as you would expect from two single blokes in their mid-twenties, made ourselves scarce when the other had brought a girlfriend back to the flat. We often talked about girlfriends and sex, but I had never mentioned either my interest in bondage and certainly not my participation in it with Suzy. This story relates to one of the very first pranks I ever played on Suzy.
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://not yet |
| Title: | Suzy's Viewing - Part 2 |
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://not yet |
| Title: | Suzy's Viewing - Part 3 |
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://not yet |
| Title: | got me good |
| Comments: | My name is Terry, and I am repulsed by the attacking of
decent, innocent people by depraved, perverted sickos. My story is one horrific drubbing at the hands of 3 sadistic subhumans. Stefanie and I, both 28, were childhood friends, and she was getting married last June. I live in a nice northern New Jersey suburb, and Stefanie had moved to upstate New York. The week of the wedding, my husband Rich came down with the flu, and couldn't go. I debated on whether to still go, but Stefanie convinced me to take the 3 hour drive to attend. Dressed in a very expensive lilac slim empire dress with brocade bolero and open high heels, I looked as good as possible. On the trip north, I got off the highway and made a wrong turn, ending up in what looked to be a mostly hispanic community. After some driving, I knew I was hopelessly lost and had to ask for directions. Stopping at a gas station, all the attendants were busy, but a young Spanish girl, standing by a soda machine, asked if I needed help. I asked her for directions to highway 35. She kept looking at my dress, mentioning how nice it looked several times. Then she gave directions, saying I'd have to drive several miles through a wooded area before getting to route 35. I drove, not expecting any trouble. A few miles into the woods, the road suddenly turned into a dead end. I stopped, cursed and started making a U-turn. At that moment, an old car pulled up and stopped right behind my 1998 Camry. I got out and stood next to my car, as a man sat in the old car, but didn't get out. A minute or two later, a second car pulled up next to the other car. On this narrow dead end road, my car was effectively blocked by the two other cars. A Spanish man got out of the second car and approached me. I tried to be cheerful and not act alarmed, "hi, how'ya doin", I offered. Then, the guy got out of the first car, followed by the girl from the gas station. I then panicked, and tried to get into my car and lock it. One of the guys caught me by the arm and pulled me away from my Camry. My eyes started to moisten, sensing trouble. The girl came toward me, laughing. She slapped me in the face, as the Spanish guy held me by my arms. "Please, please", I begged, "I don't want any trouble". "I TOLD YOU I LIKED THAT DRESS", she sneered. "I WANT IT. TAKE IT OFF." Again I begged, "please, don't do this". She grabbed my long blonde hair and pulled, "TAKE THOSE CLOTHES OFF, OR MY GUYS WILL DO IT FOR YOU". The tears really started to flow, as I took off the silk jacket, then the matching gown. I folded my hands over my chest, trying to shield the silk bra covering my breasts., as my head hung down. "DON'T HURT ME, PLEASE", I cried as the bitch went into my car and got my purse. Before going through my purse, she threw a piece of rope to the guy holding me, and told him "TIGHT, MAKE IT REALLY TIGHT!" The two guys, working in tandem, grabbed my wrists, twisted them behind my back and crossed them, binding them together with lots of the rope. Once bound, the bitch walked around behind me, grabbed my hair and pulled my head backward, She had a big rubber ballgag, it was stuffed deep into my mouth and fastened into place. I almost choked. I was bawling like a baby, as she went through my purse while the two guys held me by my arms near the elbows. Then, one of them took a knife and cut off my bra and panties. As they fell to the ground, I was now totally naked. Finally, they dragged me further back into the woods. The bitch pointed to a tree, and instructed the guys "THERE". She giggled as she pushed me to the tree, "HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE, YO'RE GOING TO BE THERE FOR A WHILE". As I was forced to the ground, they trussed my ankles together. Backed up against the tree, I was forced to lie on my left side. One of them pulled my bound wrists behind the large tree trunk, the other one pulled my bound ankles behind the other side of the tree. Another rope was looped from my wrists to ankles and pulled really tight. The end results was that ankles and wrists were securely pulled together behind the tree, forcing me to lie on my side in one spot. The tree trunk made it impossible to shift my body or move more than inches, and untieing the rope was totally impossible. I knew I had been rendered totally helpless. The bitch kneeled next to me, and putting her face next to mine, growled, "THIS WILL TEACH YOU TO COME INTO OUR LOWLY NEIGHBORHOOD ALONE, DRESSED LIKE THAT. I'LL BE TAKING YOUR CAMRY, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO NEEDING IT FOR AWHILE". She continued, "OH, YOU BETTER TRY TO BE QUIET OVERNIGHT, THERE'S BEARS AND ALL KINDS OF ANIMALS IN THESE WOODS." She smacked me several times on the head, and kicked me a few times before leaving. "HAVE FUN", she gleefully giggled, as the three of them left me there. I struggled as much as I could, only to find movement impossible. Gradually night came, I passed out from exhaustion and fear. From this point on, my memories got jumbled and unclear. My face got distorted and contorted from the tight ballgag - my mouth could not close with the foul rubber stuffed back into my throat, eventually my mouth wouldn't open, either. My face became soaked from moisture - from the tears coming from my crying eyes, from the drool coming out of the corners of my mouth, and the sweat from my rest of my head and body. I do remember having to piss, and eventually couldn't hold it anymore and wet myself all over. The next morning, I thought I remembered the fiends came back and taunted me, and laughed at me - but I'm not sure if that actually happened or not. The last real memory I had there was that the second day some kids playing found me lying there, and eventually the police were callled and they released me. Subsequently, the police found my Camry abandoned days later. These 3 human monsters were not found. These memories of my helplessness and agony are with me every minute of every day. I cry constantly as I try to understand how this kind of thing could happen to me, how others could do this do a fellow human being. |
| Name: | Terry |
| Title: | High School Agony |
| Comments: | This is a true story of what happened to me in high school.
This happened to me when i was in high school. There was this one girl who didn't like me for some strange reason. We were in the same grade one class but we never liked each other. Well one day when i was changing after gym i heard noises from the bathroom Stall next to me. I got curious and decided to listen next to the door. The door then opened and and a hand was clamped over my mouth. The girl and three of her friends had jumped me and then locked door behind me. I heard tape being ripped off a roll but before they taped my mouth shut, they shoved a cloth in my mouth. They then proceeded to wrap duct tape around my head three times before tying my hands behind my back. They started tying my feet together when the girl said "Hey slut". I was both scared and pissed off at those bitches. The girl then started making fun of me by saying things like calling me a Bitch,slut, and whore. They then started playing with my bra and then started to feel my panties. They then each started to take turns spanking me. They then got tired of torturing me so they they got a marker and started writing something on my stomach. They left and locked the door behind them but they yelled through the door that they were taking my clothes with them. It was half an hour before some one found and thant god it was one of my friends. She was looking for me and entered the girls locker room. when she did she heard my mmpphh's and crawled under under the stall door and took off my gag(which was painful) and untied me. She lent me her gym strip until i went home and changed. I did get revenge on that bitch and i'll post it if you want. |
| Name: | Terri |
| Title: | Revenge(High school girl style) |
| Comments: | After i got home i phoned my friends and told them what
happened. After laughing at me for while they agreed with me on getting revenge. I worked at a grocery store and her mom came in every thursday to do her shopping. I am still very suprised about how a nice woman like her gave birth to a bitch like her daughter. well her mother came in that thursday and told me that she was buying food for her daughter since they were going out of town for the weekend. I asked her about her trip and she told me that they were leaving that night. She left and i took a break to phone my best friend. I told her that the bitch's parents were leaving town tonight and she came up with an idea to get our revenge. My best friend work as delivery girl for pizza place. She told me that the bitch orders basically every night when her parents are gone. Me, my best friend, and two other friends had days off the next day so we waited at her work for the bitch to call. She called at about 7:00 pm at night. My friend that she would deliver pizzas to her and nobody even tried to stop her. After driving to the girls house we knocked on her door and waited for her to open the door. Her best friend answerd the door and got handgagged for her trouble. We then stripped her to bra and panties. we tied her hands behind her back and her feet together. we tapegagged her and then started to close all the downstairs blinds. we went upstairs to her bedroom and opened door to see(to my delight) her in a camisole and panties, bound and ballgagged on her bed. She started to shake so rapidly that i thought she was going to have a heart attack. We basically tortured her and her friend for hours until we decided to something so humiliating that even we were feeling sorry for. We decided to tie the girls up in front of the school's student entrance in their lingerie. we fed them and let them take showers until monday morning when we tied them to statues outside of the school entrance. They were laughed at until their friends cut them loose. The bitch said that she would get me back a couple days later and hasn't but we do go to the same college together. to be continued????? |
| Name: | Terri |
| Title: | TA revenge |
| Comments: | I don't know if this counts as a mean prank or as just
punishment for bad behavior. I'm a junior at a large college in the South. Last semester I had to take an introductory English course that I had somehow missed completing before. Most of the other students were freshmen, and so the class was easy. One afternoon I went out to see Michael, the TA for the class, for some help on an assignment. As I neared his office I saw Linda, a girl from the class. I didn't know her well, but she seemed upset, so I decided to ask her what was wrong. Linda told me she wasn't doing well in the English class, and had just been to see Michael for some help. Michael had instead asked her out on a date, hinting that if she "treated him right" it could help her grade. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There had been stories about how some of the graduate students treated their classes as dating pools, but I had not expected this. I calmed Linda down and told her I would figure out something. After she left, I sat for a while, formulating a plan. When I went to Michael's office he was all smiles. I talked with him a while about my assignment, then prepared to leave. As I headed for the door I stopped, turned, and then asked Michael if he had any policy about dating his students. He smiled and said no. We quickly made arrangements to go out the following weekend. That Friday Michael and I went out to a movie. Afterwords we split a pitcher of beer. I made sure he did the drinking. All Michael talked about was how great he was, and how dumb the other graduate students and kids in his classes were. He made it easy to dislike him. I finally asked him over to my apartment. When we got there I mixed up some screwdrivers (mine was orage juice only. Then we talked for a while. By now Michael was showing signs of being drunk. The time was right for the next phase of my plan. I picked up a deck of cards from the table in front of us and asked Michael if he liked to play. "Just strip poker." he replied. This was too easy. "Me too." I replied. We quickly agreed on the rules of the contest. The loser of each hand had to take off one article of clothing. Whoever ended up nude first would then have to carry out a "dare" chosen by the winner. We then began to play. I had hidden a number of cards around to help me out. Michael was so out of it that I had no problems sneaking in cards to help me get good hands. In less than an hour Michael was naked. "What's my dare?" Michael asked, a leer on his face. His penis was erect and pointed directly at me. Instead of replying, I stood up and took off the remainder of my clothes as Michael eagerly looked on. However, he was quite surprised when I then began to dress in his discarded clothing. "What's going on?" Miichael asked. I ignored him and continued until I was dressed in his clothes. "Stand up." I told Michael. When he did so, I walked up to him and said "Now here's your dare. Dress up in my clothes, then come to the bedroom. I'll give you a surprise you will never forget." Michael began to protest, but I silenced him by giving him a passionate kiss. I reached down, gave his penis a quick rub, then walked to the bedroom. "Don't take too long." I said. Then I left the room. I waited in the bedroom, hoping that I would not have to switch to my backup plan. About ten minutes later Michael entered. He was dressed in my clothing - a white blouse, short leather skirt, and ankle boots with stacked heels. He looked ridiculous (obviously), especially the way he wobbled as he walked. "I'm ready for my surprise." Michael said. I told him to close his eyes and put his hands behind his back. He did so. Now I spund my surprise. I took a pair of handcuffs from underneath the bed, and in one motion cuffed his hands behind his back. Before he knew what had happened he was helpless. "What's going on?" Michael asked. Instead of answering him I pushed him onto the bed. I grabbed some ropes from underneath the bed and then completed his bondage. Michael struggled as best he could, which made our battle even more exciting to me. But with his arms pinned behind him Michael could offer no effective resistance. I tied his legs together at the knees, then bound his arms at the elbows. As a final step I pulled out a ball gag and clamped it over his mouth. Finished, I got up from the bed and admired my handiwork. Michael looked terrified, and tried to speak, but with the gag in his mouth all he could do was make muffled noises. I went to my dresser, pulled out a still camera, and began taking pictures of Michael. He had a delicious look of horror on his face. Then I got out a videocamera I had borrowed from a neighbor and began filming him. He cooperated by struggling, making an even more exciting video. I finally put down the camera and made a phone call. A few minutes later Linda arrived. When Michael saw here his eyes widened in horror. I told Michael that Linda had confided in me and that he was now going to be punished for his rude behavior. Linda sat on the bed and dragged Michael across her lap. She lifted Michael's skirt, pulled down his panties, then used the paddle I gave her to give him a severe spanking. Michael was soon in tears, not so much from the pain as from the humiliation. And I of course captured it all on tape. Linda and I left the room to give Michael a chance to calm down. When we returned I told him we were going to cheer him up. I pressed him face down on the bed, then untied the rope binding his knees. Linda sat on one leg and I sat on the other. We took off his boots, then began tickling Michael on the soles of his feet. By the way he reacted it was clear he was very ticklish. He struggled with all his might to escape, but we were relentless, and tickled him to exhaustion. By now it was almost morning. I replaced Michael's boots with a pair of cheap high heeled shoes. Then Linda and I walked Michael to my car. I could tell he was terrified that someone would see him, but fortunately for him no one was about. We all pushed into the front seat of my car, and we set out for Michael's apartment. While in the car I let my right hand slip underneath his skirt and played with him. When he became erect I teased him, saying that he must enjoy being dominated by women. His face turned bright red. When we got to his apartment we took Michael inside and propped him on a sofa in his living room. I told Michael that we expected him to behave nicely towards the women in the class, and that if he failed to do so we would make sure his friends and family saw the pictures and videotape I had made. I also told hi I expected an A for both Linda and I in his class. Before leaving, I took all the money from his wallet (about a hundred dollars) telling him that it was to cover the expense of his new clothes. Then we left. Michale behaved himself for the rest of the semester, and both Linda and I received our Agrades at the end of the term. I think Michael got what he deserved. How about you? |
| Name: | 9to5 |
| E-mail address: | - |
| Title: | Suzy in Chains - Part 1 |
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Suzy in Chains - Part 2 |
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Suzy in Leather |
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://pending |
| Title: | Suzy in Leather - Conclusion |
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Jennifer the cop |
| Comments: | It was in the apartment complex I live in, one summer
night. See, I saw a pretty girl with red hair in a police uniform entering another apartment on the other side of the complex. She looked familiar, I kept thinking. A few days later, I remembered the face - it was Jennifer S, she graduated high school a few years after me. Imagine that, I thought - Jennifer S was a police officer. Once I ran into her by the garbage dumpster. I acted real friendly and tried to strike up a conversation, only to be rudely rebuffed. It was clear she wasn't interested in talking to me and "blew me off" very quickly. I thought "Bitch!!! Nobody does that to me," and vowed to make her pay. I kept a lookout for her, waiting for the right situation. A month into winter that occasion arrived. It was an icy, snowy evening, and the streets were nearly deserted. As I drove in my all-weather Blazer, there was her Honda spinning it's wheels on a slick spot by the curb. "This was it" - I thought - she was stuck on a lonely street. I stopped a block away, put on a hood and ski mask and walked toward her. "Need help?" I mumbled. She sheepishly replied that her car skidded to the curb and got stuck. I volunteered to help. Pretending to push her car, it still wouldn't budge, of course. Approaching the driver's seat where she was sitting trying to steer, I opened the door. Immediately I pounced. Using a small laundry bag I had brought along, I dropped it over her head and pulled the string tie tight. The bag was secured over her head. She was pulled out and forced into the back seat. Quickly, her hands were twisted behind her back and duct taped together at the wrists. The sticky tape was wound around these wrists six times. Her hands were thus rendered useless. Again real quick, I took the bag off her head and stuffed a rag in her mouth, and wrapped tape around her head to hold the rag in place. Another cloth covered her eyes, and was taped in position. More tape was wound around her ankles. As she was pushed onto her stomach on the back seat, she looked great - trussed up in uniform, covered by a full length coat. Just to make sure she didn't have any chance, I took a necktie and looped it around her bound ankles, connecting it to her wrists and pulled it tight as possible, then knotted it. She couldn't even move, and I knew she was mine. I placed Jen the cop bellydown on the floor, so she was wedged between the front and back seat. Locking the car doors, I walked back to my Blazer, safe in the knowledge she was helpless and wouldn't ever get free. And, there was nobody to help her anyway on this isolated street during a winter storm. I got her into my Blazer and drove to my place. Luckily, I have an entrance at the end of the building that enabled me to get her inside with no chance of being seen. Jen the cop was dumped on my bed. I opened her purse, and took all her cash. To my surprise, she had over $300 inside it. Taking my sweet time, scissors cut off her coat, then police trousers and shirt. The excitement built with each piece of clothing that was sliced off. Stripped down to bra and panties, Jen the cop didn't look like a cop anymore. I played with her as I pleased. After time, her arms and legs were pulled tight to the corners of the bed, wrists and ankles secured. Spreadeagled on her back, she could only lie there while I got on top of her over and over again. Throughout the following day, I got my "revenge" on the cop. That night, I figured it was done, and was time to return Jen the cop to society. I roped her wrists behind her back, tied her elbows together, then got her ankles and knees roped. She was bundled up in an old quilt, and duct tape wrapped around her body, keeping her covered with the quilt. After midnight, I drove to a deserted parking lot a few blocks from the police station. I leaned Jen the cop against a store sign post and wound yards of tape around the cop and the post. So there she was, still gagged and blindfolded, and tightly taped to the post. I figured it was cold outside, and it would be mean to leave her there for long, so called the police station and in a disguised voice, left a message to go to the parking lot. I would have love to be there, spying on them as they found her, but it was way too risky. So, I imagine she was found and released unharmed. In the subsequent few weeks, I innocently walked by her apartment mailbox, and eventually another name was on the box. I figure sometime afer the incident she moved to another location. I also never saw Jen the cop again, maybe she was so embarrased that she just quit the force and went elsewhere to another profession. And, perhaps this pretty girl just realized it was not a good idea for her to be a cop. Good riddance, cop. |
| Name: | Jen the cop |
| Title: | Tied By My Sisters |
| Comments: | One day when I was 15, and my parents were away from the
house my sisters decided to play an embarrassing prank on me. At the time my sisters were 18 and 19 and they had invited about 6 girls from school over for a slumber party. I had been mean to my sisters before and they decided this was the best time to pay me back. The girls came into my room and wrestled me down and put a ball gag in my mouth. Then my sisters stripped me naked in front of all these girls at my school and tied me spread eagle to my bed. Then some girls held down my legs while they shaved them. They untied me and retied me on my stomach to get the back of my legs. Then they stood back and giggled while they looked at my legs. After they had shaved my lower body my sisters put a pair of pantyhose on me and a bra stuffed with pantyhose. Then my sisters untied me from the bed and tied my legs together and my arms and elbows behind my back. Then they took turns putting me over their laps and spanking me in front of all the other girls while they were all laughing. Then they rolled me over on me back to show all the girls my hard on and they giggled. Some had even brought cameras and took pictures. Then i remember being blindfolded and spanked some more by other people, and they were saying stuff like now i can wear pantyhose all the time.then i got put back on the bed and tied spread eagle once again this time on my stomach. i was still blindfolded but they pulled down my pantyhose in the back and shoved a vibrator up my ass. then my sisters said i would get it out when all the girls saw me explode. the girls took more pictures after that and laughed at me and went out of the room. my sisters took some pictures too and laughed and said good night and left me there all night with the vibrator going. that morning the girls came back in the room and laughed at me again because i had exploded again that night. eventually they went home and my sisters untied me and said never to tell anyone or they would give the photos to everyone. the other girls promised too that they would not give the photos away unless i told. i decided to not tell anyone. after that my sisters made me shave my legs constanlty and wear pantyhose for them or they would give away the pictures. they had repaid me back good for being mean to them when i was little |
| Name: | Chris |
| Title: | Bondage Pictures |
| Comments: | I've just started a bondage site. And it is not competing
with this site, or any other story site, because it is a picture site. It has a unique search system. You download a program, select some options, and get a picture from the web. If you like, please try it out. I hope you will like it. Any comments are welcome at my mailaddresss. Webmaster, if this is inaccurate, please remove the post immediately. |
| Name: | Bondage Pictures |
| E-mail address: | bondagepictures@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://nav.to/bondagepictures |
| Title: | Tied-Up in a T-Shirt |
| Comments: | Now, if we can get back to telling tie-up and bondage
stories, I have one. This happened when I was in high school. There was this guy constantly staring at me and bothering me. One day my friend Janet and I were in the girls locker room changing when we saw Brian in there spying on us. We were changing and all we had on were our bras and panties. I don't know how he got in there, but we were pissed. So we both tackled him to the ground and stripped him naked. I had this really long oversized t- shirt in my locker. It was kind of like a beach cover-up. Anyhow we put it on him and then tied him up in it. It was so funny. I tied the t-shirt between his legs and then around each leg just below his ass. I knotted the t-shirt really tight so he couldnt get his hands out through it. We tied the sleeves in knots and then we tied the top of the shirt around his neck in a tight knot. I tied the knot around the bottom part of his neck so he wouldn't choke. He couldn't get out. He kept pushing his hands against the t- shirt but it wouldnt give. He could only stick his fingers out of the t-shirt around his legs and neck, but couldn't get his hands out. His dick was really hard and causing the t-shirt to stick out. He was excited looking at me and Janet in our underwear. I then took a dirty pair of panties out of my locker. They were filthy from sweat and smelled horrible. I shoved those in his mouth and secured it with a dirty sock I found. His dick got even harder, and then he started playing with himself. He was mmmfffing through the gag and finally jerked off. Cum got all over the inside of the t-shirt. He then lowered his head and tried to remove the gag with his hands through the t-shirt. Well, Janet found some duct tape. I wrapped it around his gag about a dozen times so he couldnt get it off. Then to make sure he was secure, we wrapped duct tape around the t-shirt knotted around his legs and around his neck. Now his arms and hands were completely trapped in the t-shirt. Next we wrapped the duct tape around his knees and ankles. We got dressed and left him there. He started to get hard again. We told him if he told anyone what we did then we would tell he snuck into the girls locker room to spy on us. We then said goodbye and left him there. He was found later by 50 girls who came into the locker room. And they wouldn't untie him. They were laughing at him, pushing him around, and tripping him up. They put him under the shower getting him and the t-shirt completely wet. Finally a teacher found him and untied him. Brian never told on us though. It was funny because pictures of him popped up all over the school with him tied up in the soaking wet t-shirt with the caption "Winner of the wet t-shirt contest." Well, Brian never stared at us again. Unfortunately for me, he did take revenge on me about a year later. He really embarrassed me in front of my parents. If anyone is interested I can tell that story also. |
| Name: | Hope |
| Title: | Hope |
| Comments: | Thanks Hope. Your great story literally gives me hope that
maybe this board can be taken back from the self-appointed critics. I hope more great stories will follow. |
| Name: | Becky |
| Title: | Nice Site |
| Comments: | Very nice site, brought back memories of some play in the
past. Check out my Hard Links at http://www.bdsm- peergroup.com , Have fun, play safe and often. Father Jake |
| Name: | Fther Jake |
| E-mail address: | fjake@one.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://bdsm-peergroup.com |
| Title: | Back on-line |
| Comments: | After a month of having no PC, I'm back on line and up to date with this great site.
Many thanks to Hazel and others for your praise and I will be posting my latest adventures with Sophie and Joanne very shortly. |
| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://still not yet |
| Title: | Comments |
| Comments: | Hi. I just happened on this site by accident. I read the
first story by Kwong, and thoroughly enjoyed it. However, as I got further down, I ran into nothing but this Scavenger-Imposter and Anti-Crap posting nothing but derogotary remarks about just about every story posted - or so it seems. Anyway, Kwong, I think you should go through and clean up all the mess your bondage site has turned into, and hope posters will get back to the intent of your site. Hope to see it cleaned up and read stories about prank bondage. Thanks. I will not post my email address, not just yet. I want to see where this site is going first. |
| Name: | Rizza13 |
| Title: | Tiffany |
| Comments: | Tiffany
Tiffany, is a 19 year old blond, she thinks that her shit doesn’t stink, she used guys, and she always spread rumors about rival females. She was about five foot eight, blood hair, sort of small breasts, and long legs. She wanted to be a run way model but at the moment she was stuck working at a coffee shop job, she hated her job because she thought that she was too good for it. She would spit in the customers coffee for absolutely no reason sometimes. One day at the coffee shop Tiffany, saw a tall handsome man walk into the shop, she noticed that he pulled up in a BMW, and wore a very nice suit. She thought that maybe she could get out of her coffee shop job, if she lived with the handsome man, he ordered some coffee, and Tiffany got the coffee for him, and wrote her number on a napkin, folded up the napkin, she then put the coffee mug over it. So when the handsome guy looked under the coffee cup he'd get her number. Then served the coffee to the handsome man. Tiffany made sure to make eye contact with him and smile. About five minutes later, to Tiffany's horror a attractive brunette walked in and sat next to him, Tiffany wanted to know if it was the handsome man's girlfriend, so Tiffany listened into their conversation, The brunette told him to meet him at seven o'clock, and then she gave him her number. The handsome man agreed, Tiffany's face grew red, with anger. She thought to herself, "He's mine I had him first, this bitch is going to pay for stealing what is mine." She then saw the handsome man leave and the brunette stay to finish her coffee, this was Tiffany's chance to get revenge, she got a cup of steaming hot coffee, and walked over to the brunette, she acted like she stumbled, and she spilled hot coffee all over the brunettes chest, she was wearing a V-neck blouse so the coffee went down her blouse severely burnedher breasts. The Brunette screamed and ran into the the bathroom the relieve the pain with some water. She forgot her purse. Tiffany got the purse, and took her wallet out out of it. As well as the Brunettes car keys, Tiffany's boss then yelled at Tiffany, and said "What the hell are you thinking, that coffee was really, really hot do you want me to fire you." (He did not see her take the wallet. Tiffany then said in a calm voice, "You don't have to, I quit." She then gave her boss the bird. She then threw her blouse on the ground and walked out. When she got outside she threw the brunette's car keys into a near by bush, so she could never meet the handsome man. Tiffany would live on The brunettes credit card and her money in the wallet, while she looked for a new job. The next day Tiffany looked through the wallet, and she found a picture that looked familiar, She took the picture out and started to scream up and jump up and down in delight. It was Roberto Alexander, the planets most famous fashion designer. She turned the card over and it said, "New personal office number 1-909-334-2354."Tiffany immediately called the number and acted as her own agent. Roberto was impressed and told her to meat him at the Riverside Deli, at seven o'clock. Tiffany did just that, she dressed in a long red dress and looked very stunning Roberto was impressed and said that after one run way practice she could have a job at the years most important fashion show. Tiffany was so excited she treated herself to a big bowl of non fat yogurt. The Next day Tiffany went through the practice run way rounds, and Roberto must have been impressed because he was going to let her be the final person to walk down the runway, when she reached the end of the ramp, confetti and glitter would fall from the ceiling. Tiffany was very happy. She was especially happy that the show was going to be broadcast on CBS, and she looked at this as her stepping stone to being the number one leading lady in Hollywood. The next day, tiffany showed up to the fashion show an hour early, she saw many celebrities, like Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, and Bruce Willis along with Demi Moore. When the show started Tiffany went down the run way five times, each time wearing different outfits. There were many camera flashes going off as she walked down the run way and there must have been two dozen video cameras to get every angle. Now she had to wait fifteen minutes until the big moment. She was sitting waiting for her new outfit to come to her. All of a sudden, she saw Roberto, Roberto said,"Come over here to get your final gown." Tiffany walked over to Roberto, and he took her to acubicle, where you put the clothing on, he then said "take your clothing of I must show you you final gown."Tiffany smiles and slowly stripped for Roberto, she then said “ thought All you fashion designers were gay."(She thought sleeping with Roberto would get her to the top fast.) Roberto then said "Oh No., its not like that, I have a fiancee, and I can't be unfaithful to her I love her very much." All of a sudden The Brunette Tiffany spilled coffee on walked into the cubicle." Tiffany was shocked, she tried to get out of the cubicle, but Roberto was in the way. The Brunette then kicked Tiffany in between the legs. Tiffany made a short shriek and curled up into a fetal position, Roberto then said "Meet my fiancee, I think I will leave you two alone."Roberto then left, and Roberto’s Fiancee said to Tiffany "You idiot, besides being Roberto's fiancee I am the talent scout for the male models, I was talking about business with the at the coffee shop not hooking up with him, besides that you could have noticed something with you found Roberto's picture in my wallet, you are a true idiot, and youwill pay for scorching my breasts, I won't heal from those coffee burns for a while, thanks to you." Tiffany then said "Please don't hurt me". Roberto's Fiancee then grabbed Tiffany's ankles with a tight grasp, and pushed them behind her head, then duct taped her ankles together. Tiffany, was really surprised by this, and Roberto's Fiancee did it so fast that Tiffany had no time to struggle, all she could do now was cover up her vaginal area with her hands, as she started to scream and cry "Help, Help, Help Roberto's Fiancee then grabbed Tiffany's hands and duct taped them behind her back despite Tiffany's struggle. Roberto's Fiancee then said, "You know Tiffany your weak you need to work out, that was really easy." Tiffany started to scream at the top of her lungs.Roberto's Fiancee then got a Dolly, and rolled it over to Tiffany, she then tied Tiffany to the Dolly, and wheeled her out to the entrance curtain, A voice on the loud speaker then said, I present to you the future in fashion. Then a drum roll played, as Tiffany screamed "NOOOOOOOO, NOOOOOOOOO." As she shook her head, her eyes were about to bulge out of her head, her toes curled up, and she started to desperately, wiggle her feet in an attempt to break the duct tape, Then the drum roll stopped and Tiffany was wheeled out in the dolly, the crowd at first gasped, and then started to laugh and point at Tiffany. They made a standing ovation as Tiffany was finally paraded down the the edge of the ramp, there Tiffany was in all her glory, buck naked with her legs tied behind her back,and her vagina exposed in the open air, as well as her rectum, her chin was very near her pussy, and she was intense pain from her legs being stretched that far back, she one of the most awkward positions anyone couldbe in. Tiffany at this point was screaming in a mass hysteria. All of the sudden glitter came down and confetti came down, Tiffany was in the front of all the models as they all took their bows. Roberto's Fiancee then cut Tiffany loose from the duct tape and unfastened the dolly. Tiffany scrambled and at first she couldn’t walk and started to crawl on the floor, then she stood up and started to run, she was thinking that this was a nightmare and that she would soon wake up she ran off the runway into the backstage area. Tiffany ran past all theback stage personnel naked, then she opened the back door of the building and tripped and fell right into a puddle, then she scrambled to her feet, and ran out into the city of LA as naked as the day she was born. Then next day Tiffany woke up she thought thatpossibly the last night was a dream, she slowly woke up and picked up a piece of trash, that blew by, it was the Sunday paper, on the front page there she was screaming with her feet tied behind her head in a dolly, he pussy and breasts were blurred out the head lineread, "Fashion Show has a dark humor final, Roberto Alexander can still shock us." Then she tried to move but it was very hard. She was on a cold street she was on her stomach with her legs spread apart, her pussy was exposed in the open air, as well as her ass. Her whole body ached but her pussy and ass were throbbing in pain. She slowly crawled up and saw a bunch of homeless around her, her hair was matted down with mud, and her body seemed all sticky. She screamed a loud scream,then sat up and put her head in her hands and started to sob. She picked up a homeless persons blanket She then got up and started to walk with the blanket draped around her,as she walked the blanket fell off, she did not seem to notice. If you have time please go to http://users.sexyboards.com/dynamizer/ it is a board much like this one with many stories like the one you just read. |
| Name: | abc |
| E-mail address: | abchow22@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://users.sexyboards.com/dynamizer/ |
| Title: | A most "interesting" Homecoming |
| Comments: | I am now a senior in High School and I had an interesting
bondage experience this past Friday, at homecoming. We were all at the game at it was a massacre. My high schools team was just killing them, so me and about 5 other guys decided to start our little party a little early. First i think i should establish a few facts. There is a tradition at my school that all the upper class men would go around in cars and try and catch under class men tping and duct tape them to a tree. So we decided to go bag a few people before we went out and tped, and got into the real duct taping. Last year I had done the same thing, and we had gotten 5 different guys. If you put up a fight, you would be stripped of your clothing, so that made it much easier for us. So we all piled into my friends El Camino and headed out. We had gone about 5 blocks when we saw a few 8th graders tping a house. We slowed down and stared at them, just to spooke them up a bit. As we drove by we started undoing the duct tape and they apparently saw us. So they started to run up the sidewalk. We followed them a few blocks then we pulled in a driveway infront of them. We watched them scatter, and managed to intercept a few kids. Both were boys, and didn't bother put up a fight, so we taped them, and for all i know there friends came back in a few minutes and untied them. Well, we kept going and oh boy, were we in for a treat. As we were going along, all the suddeen we came along a group of 5-6 9th grade girls walking in black hooded sweat shirts. I got a good look at them, and they were pretty damn good looking. We continued on, and then debated weither or not to tape them. We then decided that we had done enough to our own sex, and that we should give them a little extra torment. So we turned back onto that street and found our little friends and stalked them for a while. In about 2-3 minutes we had them running and we drove along side them with the car. Then we all jumped out and grabed them. We managed to get one of the girls, and the rest took off. We got our one, so we didn't bother going after the rest. We put her in the car and one of the bigger of us kept her hands behind her. I was sitting in the front passanger seat, and i turned around to see what a catch we had. Man, was it a good one. She was about 5'4", blonde hair, blue eyes, medium size breasts, i would guess about a 34 B, but im not sure, with one of the best figures i have ever seen. She was in a different attire than the rest of the girls, she had on a black button down shirt and black sweat pants. ~~ The rest is to come, i got to go for now ~~ |
| Name: | Joe |
| E-mail address: | Mojo9234@aol.com |
| Title: | Sophie's Ransom (Part 1) |
| Comments: | We had agreed as part of the fantasy that I would 'kidnap' Sophie and keep her prisoner, in bondage, from Friday night until Sunday morning when I would get the ransom from her rich father. To keep us 'in role' we also agreed that if she either got totally free of her bondage or set foot outside the house then the game would end there and then, I'd have to buy her dinner at a restaurant of her choice and I would have to be her 'sex slave' next weekend !!!.
Sophie and I met after work on Friday for a drink, followed by a meal. She looked as stunning as ever in a short, tight, black dress and black high heeled sandals. After a very pleasant evening I hailed us a taxi and we headed back to her apartment. When we arrived Sophie poured us both a drink then went to her bedroom to pack her 'weekend' bag for staying over at my house.
She had assumed that we would be getting a cab over to my place and start 'playing' when we got there. What she didn't know was that I'd planned a bit more of a surprise. During lunch I'd arranged cover at work, gone home and got my car, thrown my bag of 'toys' into the boot (trunk) then driven over to Sophie's where I'd parked it in the next street before returning to work. I sneaked out of her apartment and ran to my car where I got the holdall full of 'toys' then ran back Sophie's. It had only taken about three or four minutes and fortunately she was still in her bedroom. I took a pair of handcuffs, a ballgag and a small coil of rope from the bag and hanging them from the back of my trouser belt I joined Sophie.
She finished packing her bag and was sitting at her dressing table brushing her hair. I stood behind her and gave her a hug, kissing her neck and cheek. "Are you ready then ?", I asked. "Yes, come on then", she replied. As Sophie stood up and turned towards me, I took hold of her arm, pulling her to me then pulled her past me and flipped onto her bed, face down. I quickly cuffed her left wrist then pulling both arms behind her handcuffed them together. "I thought we could play a bit first", I said as Sophie looked back over her shoulder at me.
I lifted Sophie's hips and slid her up onto the bed. Climbing on myself, I knelt astride her waist, pinning her arms underneath me and against her back. I started tickling her ribs, which got her laughing and struggling, then having distracted her I easily wedged the ballgag between her teeth and buckled it tight. I moved myself down her body so I was sitting on astride her knees rather than her waist. Then, I slid her dress up over her hips exposing her black, lacy French knickers. I was going to slip her panties down her legs to take them off, but now decided I didn't need to as I could simply pull the crotch to one side to gain 'access'. I turned around, still on her knees but now facing her feet and pulling the length of rope from my belt, I crossed Sophie's ankles and tied them tight. I climbed off her, and with Sophie now watching me, took off my clothes. "Guess what's next", I said, then getting back onto the bed, I knelt astride her knees and lifted her hips up so she was kneeling too.
The main difference being Sophie had her hands cuffed behind her, her ankles tied crossed, her mouth ballgagged, her head was down on the bed and ass was in the air was ready and available. I pulled her panties to the side and slid myself slowly into her soaking wet pussy.
After a very satisfying fuck for both of us, I got up off the bed and used my trouser belt to join her handcuffs and ankle ropes, leaving Sophie hogtied and still gagged on the bed. "Back in a minute - don't fall off", I told her and went to the hallway, returning a few moments later with my holdall full of toys. "Surprise - your kidnapping has started early", I informed her, "now relax while I get you ready for your journey". Sophie started protesting behind her ballgag, but could do nothing about her current predicament - and she knew it !!
"I won't blindfold you until right at the end, that way you'll be able to see just what a helpless sex kitten you are", I told her. With that, I started getting Sophie ready for her ordeal. Firstly I removed the belt holding her in a hogtie then took off her dress. Before removing her handcuffs, to get her dress off her arms, I used a 1" leather strap to bind her elbows together. I then replaced the handcuffs with a leather single armbinder. With her hands enclosed in the leather mitten at its end I tightened the wrist strap before removing the strap around her elbows. I then pulled the armbinder up Sophie's arms, securing it around her elbows and began tightly lacing it up at the back. Sophie hadn't seen the armbinder before today, but was certainly trying to get a good look now, straining to see over her shoulder. I greeted her look with a "Nearly finished" and pulled the two top straps over her shoulders, crossing them in front of her, drawing them back under the opposite arm and buckling them tightly to the top of the armbinder. The strap I had used on her elbows, I now used around her waist, pinning her arms tightly against her back. I pulled her panties down to her ankles, then I used one more leather strap around her legs, just above her knees. This I did not tighten, buckling it loosely, but then used a small coil of rope to cinch around its middle, between Sophie's knees. Removing her ankle ropes enabled me to remove her panties and left her legs tied but still just able to walk.
I sat Sophie up on the bed so she was facing me. "As you've probably guessed by now my car is around the corner", I said to her. "I'll pack your bags and drive it up to the front before I load you as well". Sophie started mmmphing behind her ballgag and looking from me back and fro to her own body. "Don't worry, I'll not take you out of your apartment naked, but you will be remaining tied. Now let's make you comfortable while I pack the car". I clipped one end of a pair of handcuffs around her slender ankle then rolled her onto her stomach and bending her leg back clipped the other handcuff to the 'D' ring at the end of the armbinder. Leaving her partially hogtied, I took her two bags from the apartment and round the block to my parked car.
Within about 5 minutes my car was parked in the road outside Sophie's apartment block and I was back in her bedroom. I opened her wardrobe and took out the knee length black leather coat I'd seen her wear on our last date. Returning to the bed I undid the handcuff from her ankle and the armbinder, and stood her up. I wrapped the coat around her, covering her from the chest to knees, and more importantly covering her bondage. The buttons at the front only just closed, due to her arms behind her, but by pulling the waist belt tight it didn't look too bad. Leaving her standing at the foot of the bed and went to my bag and got out an old tobacco tin and a pair of sunglasses. Returning to Sophie I stood in front of her and wiped a trail of drool from her chin. "It's travel time", I told her, and opening the tin took out two pieces of cotton, about 4" by 1.5" which I'd painted as near to flesh colour as I could. I took one piece and wrapped it around the black leather gag strap between the red ball and Sophie's ear, the tightness of the gag holding it firmly in place. I then did the same the other side, all time with Sophie watching intently. "Now for your blindfold", I said and pulled a pair of sun-bed goggles from the tin. These I had painted inside and out with black enamel paint, and the thin elastic band holding them together and onto the head I had also painted flesh coloured. I slipped the elastic over Sophie's head and eased the goggles into place, covering her eyes. I then put the sunglasses over the top of them, totally hiding them from view. "You're still not sure, are you ?", I asked. Sophie mewed behind her ballgag in response. "It's just gone midnight and all your bondage is pretty well hidden," I told her, "and on the off-chance we are seen by anyone, I'll pull you towards me for a kiss until they pass - so don't worry".
I led Sophie from her apartment, locked it behind us, then rather than using the lift I helped her down the one flight of stairs to the ground floor. As expected there was absolutely no-one about, (but Sophie didn't know that !), and we were only about 25 meters from my car. Just to wind her up, I quickly spun her to the side, hugged her and pretended to kiss her. "It's your neighbour", I whispered into her ear, "but I don't think she saw us". Not only didn't she move, but Sophie actually held her breath !!!. I eased her back onto the path and got her to my car. I opened the back door and helped her in, then pushed her down across the back seats. I bent her legs back and using my trusty trouser belt I tied her ankles crossed and then up to the 'D' ring on her armbinder, securing her in tight hogtie. I rolled Sophie towards me so she was on her side, facing the front of the car, then anchored her legs and waist using the rear seatbelt. I wrapped the centre rear seatbelt around her chest, securing her to the seat back. Lastly I removed her ballgag and sunglasses, but kept her goggles on, then closed the rear door and got into the driving seat.
"How's my passenger ?", I asked. "You'd better do a good job of keeping me tied up", Sophie replied, "or you'll be very sorry if I get free". We both laughed, and I drove off telling my sexy captive how I'd be giving her a good grope every time we stopped at traffic lights.
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Title: | Sophie's Ransom (2 of 4) |
| Comments: |
Within twenty minutes we were back at my house and parked outside. I opened the car door and undid Sophie's seatbelts then her ankle bondage. I helped to Sophie to sit up and kissed her passionately. "Now I've got you to my hideaway all naked and bound, what do you think will happen next", I said to Sophie. She leant forward and kissed me back. "Hopefully you'll fuck me all night and then again all day tomorrow", she laughed.
I helped Sophie out of the car and to my house. "You can take these goggles off now Colin", she said, "I know were we are". "I'll let you wait a few minutes more", I replied, "I've another little surprise for you yet". I took her indoors and straight upstairs, but into the spare bedroom rather than my own. Leaving Sophie standing beside the single bed I removed her leather coat leaving her naked save for her shoes, and wearing just the armbinder and blacked-out goggles.
I had prepared the room earlier in the day which was why I'd kept her blindfolded. All the furniture except the bed had been removed. I had removed the shade from the light, leaving just a bare light-bulb and that I had replaced with a red-coloured 'nightlight' style one. The window was boarded up with a piece of plywood I had cut to fit and was secured using duct tape around the edges onto the wooden window frame. With the duct tape sealing it on all four sides no light at all came through the window. The bed had just a bottom sheet on it as I'd kept the central heating on in the room to keep it nice and warm. It also had a leather wrist cuff chained to each of the two top corner of the bed plus a leather ankle cuff at the bottom corners. The suitcase containing all my rope, restraints and other 'toys' was in the room, but the main reason for the blindfold was the video camera and tripod standing at the bottom corner of the bed, plugged-in, aimed, focussed and waiting to record the action.
I turned on the camcorder light and pressed the record button. "Ready for your captivity to begin ?", I asked her and kissed her deeply before she could reply. I led Sophie over to the bed, sat her down on it and using the leather strap I'd used earlier around her waist, bound her ankles together, side by side. "I thought you'd want them apart", joked Sophie. "Trust me", I replied adding a leather collar around her neck which I padlocked in place. I then rolled her onto her side, facing away from me and used a coil or rope to cinch her ankle bindings and tie them down to the bottom left corner of the bed. I stood at the side of the bed behind Sophie and taking hold of her hands through the leather armbinder I told her to bend forwards. As she did, I lifted her arms up behind her and using another coil of rope tied them up to the top corner of the bed, but the same side as I had tied her ankles. I let her settle into position then gave her exposed ass a good smack, which made her wriggle nicely, as well as causing a "Hey, gently", from Sophie. I took hold of the ropes binding her arms up behind her and tightened them down a bit more causing Sophie to bend forward and stretch a bit further.
Now for the fun bit, I removed my clothes and walked around to the other side of the bed so Sophie was on her side facing me, but still blindfolded and in her bent forwards position. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my side facing her. Then I slid my body towards her and moved my hips up positioning my erection right on her lips. "It's blowjob time dearest", I informed her, "and make it a good sloppy one if you value your comfort for the rest of the night". "You rotten bastard", Sophie joked, "I couldn't pull away if I wanted to the way you've tied me".
That was her last comment before I filled her mouth, and not with a ballgag this time !! She gave great blowjobs anyway, but this was sensational. Within a minute I was close to coming, but fancied a quick fuck too, so I pulled out from her mouth, stood up and walked around the bed behind her. Even with her legs tied together, her bent forward position on the bed left her nicely available for me to lay down behind her and slide into her, 'spoons' fashion. My entering her brought requests of "fuck me" and "fuck me now" from Sophie who by now was horny as hell and desperate for her own orgasm. Well, I certainly fucked her hard and fast, as I must have come inside her well within the minute, and well before she'd come herself. I lay behind her, holding her. "Do you want me to bring you off with the vibrator ?", I whispered into her ear. "Yes", Sophie replied immediately.
I released the rope holding her arms up behind her and to the bedpost, then undid the rope fastening her ankles to the bottom bed post and rolled her onto her stomach. I fastened the ankle cuff chained to that corner of the bed to her right ankle, just above the leather ankle strap still holding her feet together. I took off her shoes and released the ankle bindings, then spreading her legs, fastened the ankle cuff at the opposite corner to her left ankle. Sophie was beginning to recover her composure a bit now, so I turned her head away from the camcorder and replaced the eye-goggles with padded leather blindfold. "Hey, there's no need for another blindfold", Sophie called out. "I can always add a ballgag if you want", I replied, "I said I'd make sure you had an orgasm, not that I'd release you". I unlaced the armbinder then undid the straps around Sophie's wrists, elbows and upper arms. I then unbuckled the strap at the top right of the armbinder which came from the back left, across her chest and over her right shoulder. I kept the left shoulder/chest strap fastened which enabled me to lift and pull Sophie's right free from the armbinder but kept her left trapped inside. I lifted her right wrist up to the corner of the bed and padlocked the leather wrist cuff around it. It was then simple to ease her left arm from the armbinder and cuff it to the right headboard post, leaving Sophie securely spreadeagled face-down and blindfolded.
I slipped a couple of pillows under her hips, to accentuate her availability. Then to get her undivided attention I placed the vibrator next to her ear and turned it on. "Ready ?", I asked. "Not ready - Desperate", Sophie replied. I ran the vibrator down her back, on through her ass cheeks, then slowly between her lips coming to rest on her clitoris. Within minutes Sophie was bucking her hips then climaxing. I made sure it was a good long one, then continue stimulating the rest of her pussy before attacking her sensitive clit once more. Sophie came again and again over the next forty minutes. All dutifully captured on the camcorder.
I let her orgasm subside and kneeling behind her on the bed, lowered myself into her for one last fuck. After my well earned rest I managed to get her to come once more before I too exploded inside her. I climbed off her and quietly unplugged the camcorder and removed it with its tripod to the hallway. I went back into the bedroom and took off Sophie's blindfold. "I hope you enjoyed your surprise tonight, now for the rest of your captivity this weekend", I said to her as I let a bit of slack into the four chains attaching her leather cuffs to the corners of the bed. I slipped the pillows out from under her hips. The top one was wet from her juices, my sweat and come. I turned it over and placed it under her head. "Dry but plenty of scent I'd imagine", I said to her, "I'll see you in the morning - if you need anything, just shout, I'll be in the main bedroom".
With that I turned off the light , kissed her and left her alone, still spreadeagled face down on the bed.
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| Name: | Colin |
| E-mail address: | gordian.24@breathemail.net |
| Homepage URL: | http://this.one |
| Title: | JOE |
| Comments: | please Joe, I check the board every day to see of you have
continued your story! please please PLEASE finish! |
| Name: | Riley |
| E-mail address: | Sammie072@hotmail.com |
| Title: | my best friend's boyfriend |
| Comments: | Last spring Debbie, my best friend, began going out
with a guy named Alex. She dated quite a bit, so I didn't think she was too serious about him, so I was quite surprised when I returned to school this fall and discovered that Alex had moved in with Debbie. The first week of classes Debbie invited me over for dinner. I had a good time, but got a surprise at the end of the night. Alex walked me to my car, and without warning kissed me. "Let me know when we can get together." he said before returning to Debbie's apartment. It thought Alex must have just been a little bit drunk, but the next few weeks he drove me crazy by calling me up and trying to talk me into seeing him. I got madder and madder at the way he was betraying my friend behind her back. Finally I decided to pay him back. The next time he called I told him I wanted to get together. Two nights later I went over to Debbie's apartment. She was at her job, so Alex was there by himself. As soon as he closed the front door to the apartment he moved over and began kissing me. I kissed him back. Encouraged, Alex was soon unbuttoning my blouse. In a few minutes he had opened the front of my bra and was fondling my breasts. I was starting to get turned on but focused myself on my plan. I had worn a scarf around my neck. I now took it off and asked Alex to put his hands behind his back. "What for?" Alex asked. "I want to tie your hands." I replied. At first Alex objected, but I told him I wanted to see what he could do for me without using his hands. I said it would be fun, and that I would untie him if he didn't have a good time. Finally he gave in. I wrapped the scarf twice around his wrists and then tied it securely. I knew he would not be able to escape. We then resumed kissing. Alex rubbed himself against me, then lowered his mouth and began tounging the my nipples. Once again I was getting turned on. I reached between us and unzipped his pants, then unbuckled his belt. Then I unsnapped his pants and let them drop to his knees. By the large bulge in his shorts I could tell he was turned on. I rubbed him a few seconds until he moaned, then pulled his shorts and pants down to his ankles. "Untie me and we can go to the bedroom" Alex suggested. I told him to wait and broke free from him. I grabbed my purse and walked in back of Alex. He tried to turn to see what I was doing but with his arms bound and pants at his ankles he didn't have much mobility. I opened my purse and dumped the contents on the kitchen table. The purse was a denim bag with a drawstring, selected for a very specific purpose. I pulled the purse over Alex's head and then yanked the drawstring tight. All of a sudden Alex realized he had been tricked. With the purse over his head he couldn't see, and with his arms tied and legs pinned up in his pants he was completely helpless. Alex began struggling as best he could to free himself. At the same time he was ordering me to let him go. I let him struggle for a few moments and then lightly grabbed his balls. "Be quiet and stop struggling." I ordered. When he continued to squirm around I squeezed until he stopped. "That's better." I told him. "Keep quiet and don't try to get away." Realizing his situation, Alex obeyed. After a few minutes of thought I figured out how I wanted to finish Alex's bondage. I pulled a high backed stool over to where he stood. I spen him around a bit to disorient him, then pushed Alex against the back of the stool. I tied his legs to the frame of the stool, and then bound each arm by a rope tied just above his elbow. There was no way he would get free. Alex now began begging me to let him go free, promising to do anything if I would just let him go. But I wasn't about to let him off the hook. A began gently teasing him with my fingers. His erection, which had disappeared, was soon back in all its glory. I even knelt down and licked the head of his penis a few times until I sensed he was about to come. Then I pulled away. "Say hello to Debbie for me." I told Alex. I walked to the apartment door, opened it, and pretended to leave. Once Alex thought I had left he resumed his struggle to escape. I've never enjoyed anything as much as watching his vain attempts to get free. He soon exhausted himself, and let his head hang down. I could hear him crying softly. Every few minutes he would make another attempt to get free, but without success. After about an hour I snuck out of the apartment. Alex was so out of it he didn't even notice me leave. I wrote a brief note to Debbie explaining what I had done, taped it to the door, and left. Debbie later told me that when she read my note she diddn't believe it - that is, until she opened the door and found her boyfriend bound,bagged, and helpless. She took all of Alex's belongings and dumped them in his car, then released him from the stool. She gave him a severe spanking, then took several pictures and even a videotape of him to use as blackmail if he tried to come back. She finally pulled his pants and shorts off completely, and then led him, still bound and bagged, to his car. She called up a friend of his to rescue him. Not surprisingly, she hasn't seen him since. I guess the above qualifies as a mean prank, but Alex deserved everything he got. I hope he sees this story, |
| Name: | Jen101 |
| E-mail address: | ---------- |
| Title: | my best friend's boyfriend |
| Comments: | To Jen101
That was a great prank you did on him but one question I'd like to ask. Why didn't you gag him? You could have done it before putting the denim bag over his head or what would have been better would be to put a gag in and around his mouth which would have pushed the denim partly into his mouth preventing him from pushing the gag out. |
| Name: | Christopher |
| E-mail address: | graeme0@home.com |
| Title: | ????????? |
| Comments: | Bongo Drums |
| Title: | Where did everyone go? |
| Comments: | This site is in desperate need of some new stories! I mean
Joe, will you please finish? and anyone else! the last story was like November 20! Come on guys! I'd love to hear more...read more...of ANY thing at this point!!! |
| Name: | Riley |
| E-mail address: | ILuvCodey@yahoo.com |
| Title: | locked doors |
| Comments: |
A few years ago I had a part time job job in a restaurant. Kim, a girlfriend of mine helped me get the job, she worked there with a friend of hers, Tanya. It was an easy going sort of place, and we generally just mucked about a lot. Anyway, the point of the story is that Kim and Tanya were being way too cheeky one day, and were getting on everyones nerves!!! The rest of us decided that revenge was in order. We decided a good dose of flour bombs and water bombs were the answer. We got together in the kitchen, shortly before closing time, and suitably armed ourselves. We went back out just as Tanya was locking the doors, and Kim was cashing up the till. Kim realised our intention and shouted a warning to Tanya. Kim sprinted off up the stairs but Tanya was not quick enough. One of the guys caught her, and held her tight around her waist. We couldn't pelt her in the restaurant (we'd have to clear up the mess), so we dragged her out back. Two of the guys and another girl went upstairs after Kim. Tanya was struggling like a she devil, then one of the guys brought out a short length of cord (from where I have no idea) and with a little team effort we soon had her hands tied behind her back. This seemed like a good idea we thought and we rummaged around for more stuff. One of the guys found all sorts of thing and we tied her ankles and knees and tied her hands into the small of her back with a ball of string wrapped around her waist several times. Hopelessly unprepared though we were, she was going nowhere for a while. We left her behind the bar and went upstairs to see how they were getting on with Kim. We found them in the cash office....Kim on the floor, two of them sitting on her, pouring water over her....she was soaked. "Let's tie her up too" said one of the girls. Again we hunted around and found a roll of parcel tape (not as strong as duct tape, but hey, this was ad-lib), a bit more string and some towels and the lead from a kettle. The tape quickly and easily bound her hands behind her back, she'd surrendered almost willingly in return for them no longer sitting on her. They tied her ankles with the kettle lead then her knees and a few laps under her lovely wet boobs with the tape. Kim had a lovely curvy body, and she looked gorgeous....if a little bedraggled and wet. She was still being cheeky, along the lines of "it takes 6 of you", etc....so one of the guys gagged her with a towel. If looks could kill...!!! We decided that the cash office, (a safe, a table and a chair) was the least messy place to pelt them so we went back to carry up Tanya. When we got back the door was shut!!! Kim had wriggled across the floor, bound and gagged, and kicked it shut. There was no lock on the outside, so we couldn't get to her. But after ten minutes of taunting and no reply from behind the door, we realised that tied up...she couldn't open the door either!!! "You'd better get yourself free" we shouted. For about another twenty minutes or so, we amused ourselves pouring flour and water...and a couple of egg, over the poor helpless Tanya. Boy did she suffer. Lisa, one of the barstaff even took to lifting her skirt and pinching her bottom. It soon became clear that Kim was stuck, until someone remembered the roof skylight. Being ex-army, I was sort of volunteered to climb up onto the roof to go through the skylight. Access was easy, (crap security), and as I lowered myself through the roof.......relieved, as I hate heights, there was the trussed up and wet....and devinely gorgeous Kim, tied up securely still. So as an ex officer and gentleman, what did I do? That's right, I left her tied, opened the door, and she had nearly an hour of soakings and teasing for the trouble she put us to. Not a great writer I am afraid....but it was fun. There are a couple of other incidents if you want to hear? |
| Name: | andy |
| E-mail address: | andrewjhooker@aol.com |
| Title: | Snob |
| Comments: | I found this page recently and remembered a fun night I had at work a couple of years ago. There was a girl I worked with who got hesel into a little touble with her old coworkers.
Kayrn a 22 or 23 year old recent college graduate got promoted to supervisor at our company.She had always been fun to work with and most of the guys there including me had a crush on her.Then she became a bigshot.She spent a week training as a supervisor during witch time she was a complete bitch an acted like she was to good for the people she had spent the last few years working and hanging out with. Now her training was over and it was her first night supervising on her own,. We hd all hoed that she was just trying to show her trainers that she could take charge an be efective boss and now that her training was over shed be her old self again.No such luck. Ten minute into the shift the entire staff had concluded that she was a snobby bitch now. A few more minutes of her atitude and a group of us decided that somthing had to be done.She was much worse than any of our old supervisors ad nobody had given her any reason to be this way.We herd her practicaly screamnig at this girl Jen and myself,Mike, and Dave took action.We walk up behind her in the middle of her fit she was throwing at Jen. We grabbed her and dragged her back to a nearby pole.We worked for a big mailing firm in a large warehouse like building.We tied her to the pole nice and tight laughing at her a she ordered us to stop and continued to laugh when her orderes changed to untie me and let me go.We all just walked away and went back to work. I couldn't see her from where i was working but I could still hear her yelling for about another fifteen minutes or so then she stopped.I asummed she had gotten tired of yelling or given up hope that anyone would listen.A short while later I headed off to grabb some suplies and passed by were Karyn was bound.She MMPPPHH at me through a very well aplied gag that someone had added.How I wish I could have been there to see it go on. There was a bandana tied between her teeth and it was obviously holding somthing packed in her mouth. Her screams were very quiet but I'm sureshe was trying to be as loud as she could. I froze up when I saw her like this.Bound and now gagged squirming helplessly and pleading with my with her big eyes to untie her.This was the first time I have noticed any sexual arousal from seing a bound woman.Karyn was a tall prety well built black woman with long wavy black hair and long long long legs. I always new she had a nice chest but she usualy wore loose blouses and I never relised just how big her breasts were untill I saw them outlined with rope.after a few moments of starring I went back and finished what i was doing then moved to were I could gualk at her while working for the rest of the night. She would struggle franticaly for awhile then give up then relise we weren't letting her go any time soon and start struggling again.Near the end of the night we told her that we were happy about her promotion but she wasn't any better than the rest of us becuase of it.We wouldn't let her treat us like shit just becuase she was the boss now and it wouldn't look good if nothing got done or every thing came out wrong during all of her shifts.She probably wouldn't be the boss for long if that happened.We left her there for the last half hour of the shift. At the end of the night she had spent 7 and a half hours of an8 hour shift tied to a poll and gagged and I had spent most of that time with a hard on wich I hpoed none of the other girls working there noticed. We never had trouble with Karyn again and I went home that night and convinced my girlfriend to let me tie her up and make love to her.Weve done it many more times since. |
| Name: | Mark |
| Title: | More Than He Expected |
| Comments: | Several years ago my boyfriend expressed an interest in
bondage. I told him that I had had a few experiences with being tied up and gagged by former boyfriends as a form of foreplay. The truth was that I had extensive experience in this area, having been involved in a relationship with a guy who was deeply involved in the bondage scene. I have always enjoyed being bound and gagged. I am a petite brunette with short hair and large brown eyes that look adorable, wide and pleading over a gag. I am lithe and supple and can twist my body into very exotic positions. I look and feel really cute and sexy when I'm tied up. I allowed my new boyfriend to tie me up a few times and keep me tied for as long as he wished. the trouble was that he was really sloppy at his work. I could have gotten loose at any time with a minimum of effort. I enjoy being bound and gagged so efficiently that escape is impossible and intelligible speech is out of the question. I offered to teach him the finer points of how to accomplish this and he agreed. It surprised me when he so readily agreed to my offer and asked me to demonstrate my skills with him as the victim. I suspected that this is what he had wanted, all along and was too frightened or ashamed to come right out and ask me to bind and gag him. We picked the next Friday evening as the time for the lesson. When the time finally arrived for us to begin he was so excited, scared and nervous that I thought that he would probably back out. When I asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this he swallowed hard and said that he was ready to begin. When I asked him how long he wasnted me to keep him tied up, he nervously said that since he had to be at work on Monday morning at 8 AM, I would need to untie him by then. I knew that this was false bravado and that he was truly scared to death. I told him to take off his clothes and lie face down on the bed. When he was undressed and lying on the bed I took a length of thin, cotton clothesline rope and bound his wrists behind his back, his palms facing each other. He grunted in pain as I cinched and knotted the rope. Turning my attention to his legs, I crossed his ankles and lashed them together. I pressed his feet upward until his heels were snugly pressed against his bottom, then secured them in this position by passing another length of clothesline around his ankles and thighs and knotting it firmly. I then slipped a noose of rope over his arms just above the elbows and pulled them together behind his back, asking him to tell me if it became too painful. He was thin and limber, so I was able to make his elbows meet without much difficulty. A short piece of rope between his wrists and ankles further restricted his movement. I gagged him with a thin, cotton dishtowel with a double knot tied in the middle. As I placed the knots in his mouth, cinched and tied it behind his head, he realized that he was not going to be able to escape. He began to struggle and make distressed noises from behind all the cloth in his mouth. Something came over me at that moment. When I realized that I had him bound and gagged in such a manner that he would never be able to get loose without help, I was so turned on that I became light-headed. I sat down on the bed beside him and stroked his hair, telling him not to worry, that I would release him in plenty of time to get to work on Monday morning. When I said that, he began to struggle harder and tears overflowed his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. I took some Kleenex from my shirt pocket and wiped the tears from his face, telling him that if he continued to cry it would only make it more difficult to breathe. I turned on the TV and settled back to enjoy my new-found sense of power. I kept him tied in this manner for about six hours. Knowing that if I kept his elbows bound together and his legs in their present position his circulation would be compromised and serious nerve and tissue damage would result. I released his elbows and removed the rope keeping him hogtied. I removed his gag and gave him a drink of water, telling him not to get used to being ungagged. He pleaded with me to untie him, but by now I was over the edge. Before, I had always been the one who was tied up, the trembling victim of someone more powerful than I. I had never had the experience of having a man bound and gagged, unable to escape, helpless and at my mercy, dependent on me for his very survival. I loved this new feeling of absolute power over another. I replaced his gag and left him bound until about noon the next day. By the time I untied him, he had been bound and gagged for just over eighteen hours. I had allowed him to use the restroom during that time to spare him the humiliation of soiling himself, but will spare you the detalis of that process. When I released him, he was unable to stand without assistance, so I got him dressed in his pajamas and propped up in bed. I fed him soup and gave him plenty of a sports drink to help him regain his srtength. I was deeply sorry and extremely ashamed of losing control of myself an so mistreating a man I loved so much. I assumed that the relationship was over and began to cry. I felt his hand stroking the back of my hair and heard his voice telling me that he forgave me. Later, he told me that he really enjoyed the first few hours of of the experience, but became frightened when I underwent my transformation from sweet and submissive to cruel and implacable. We continue to bind and gag each other, but I now take care to respect his limits. |
| Name: | Kimmie |
| Title: | Big D |
| Comments: | Just started to read............no comment yet |
| Name: | Don |
| E-mail address: | A2Dancer |
| Title: | In my schoolgirl uniform |
| Comments: | Hi, I'm Melissa, 18 from UK, and this happened to me a year or so ago. I was babysitting for a neighbour one day because she was going to be late home from work. I had to be at the house soon after school finished so I didn't have time to go home change out of my uniform. I was babysitting for two kids, a girl aged 15 and boy age 12. I was only supposed to be there for an hour or two until the mum got home but when I was there I got a phonecall saying she was running late and could I make tea and stay an extra couple of hours. I agreed, afterall she paid me well. Anyway, it was about 6.30 now and we had just eaten and was now sitting down watching TV. The girl, lets call her Suzanne, then came in the room with her hands behind her back and sat down on the sofa looking at me. She asked if I would mind playing a little game with her, so I agreed, stupidly without asking what it was! She asked if I could turn round and face away from her - she was next to me. I did, and then felt her pulling my arm. She put some handcuffs on me! and I reluctantly agreed for her to cuff my other arm too. I was told to lie down on the floor, and reluctantly I agreed. After all she had the keys and I daren't cross her. I was now on the floor in my uniform (white shirt, loose tie, skirt and pantyhose) in handcuffs on the floor. My ankles were tied with some of her pantyhose (I guess) and I was blindfolded too with a bandana. I was lifted up so I was now kneeling, and heard the boy, lets call him James, whispering to Suzanne. Then one of them pinched my nose and I instinctively opened my mouth for air, when a par of rolled up socks were forced into my mouth, secured with another pantyhose. I was now helpless and the handcuffs were uncomfortable. I was lead over to a chair in the kitched and had rope wrapped around my body and my legs, securing me to the chair. For the remainded of the time I was tickled and teased, increasingly aprehensive of when the mother would return, and what she would think - that I was stupid enough to be tied up by two younger kids, or that I just couldn't control children? Then the room fell silent and I heard the door close. I occasionally heard movements upstairs, where the kids must have been playing. Then, I heard the door open and heard a gasp, I assumed the mother had returned. Suzanne and James's names were shouted up the stairs and the mother returned to me to remove the blindfold and gag. She then tried to untie me from the chair, but the rope was knotted. Suzanne came into the room and hurriedly untied the rope and removed the pantyhose from my ankles, but claimed she had forgotten where she left the key for the handcuffs! I was now deeply embarrassed and uncomfortable with the situation, knowing I was due home some 20 minutes ago, during which time the kids and mother were looking for the keys. Fortunately they were found on the sofa where I was sitting earlier. The mother apoligised once again and paid me well for my experience. This experience made me aware that I secretly enjoyed being helpless, especially in uniform, and that I also felt something sexual for the girl, who was nearly 16. Since this time, I am now openly lesbian and have a girlfriend who I like to tie me up. Maybe more later. |
| Name: | Melissa |
| Comments: | Please sign my dreambook |
| Name: | Fallen Angel |
| E-mail address: | disappearingfriend@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/fallenangel01/main.html |
| Title: | New dreambook |
| Comments: | Please add stories to my new dreambook. |
| Name: | Fallen Angel |
| E-mail address: | disappearingfriend@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/fallenangel01/socksbondage.html |
| Title: | wild |
| Comments: | I like the storyise'there nice. |
| Name: | moses |
| E-mail address: | moses@cyberet.com |
| Title: | How She was Tricked... |
| Comments: | This incedent happened about 1 year ago. A friend of mine form down the street was sitting on my back patio with me just chating, somehow the conversation got turned to her sister and how she can get out of any mess (tied up situation) well i convinced her to let me tie her up in diff postions to see if we could find a way that her sister prolly couldn't even get out of. Well I tied her up in a few diff. postions b4 she really started to trust me. Slowly I began to gain her trust even more.
I took her by the hand and walked her over to my weight bench in my back yard and she said " why the wweight bench" I told her by adding weights to the bar and tieing her hands there she would never be able to budge the bar or move her hands. After her hands were nicely tied to the point of no escape i told her it would work even better if we tied up her feet also. A little neglectingly she went and lifted up one leg to be tied and then the other. I paced around her several times looking at her all tied up with no where to go and that was when I decided to have some fun with her. I told that it would work better if she had on a blindfold so with no problem she lifted her head as I snuggly tied the bandana around her eyes. She said that she thought it would work but I needed to make sure so that was when I told her that we were going to have some fun with her. I moved down to her feet and begun to loosen the straps holding her sandels on to her feet. I then remooved each one as she begged for me to quit and let her go. I simply told her that I would let her go if she id not laugh for 1 minute. Well I started to count down the time for her when I got to 45 sec. suddenly I heard her laugh as my finger grazed the souls of her bare feet. She said that she was VERY tickilish so i wanted to make sure. I asked her if she had ever been tickled in bondage b4 and she had said no but she has been held down by her older brothers and tickled. She said that the worst place for her was her feet so I knew my point of attack. After about 15 minutes of stright tickeling and girlish laughters filling the closed in patio I decided to give her a small break. I came back to haer her still panting from exhaustion form the tickeling but now she was instore for some really torture. What she did not know was in my hand was a large bottle maple syrup. Slowly I took and poured it all over her sensitive feet as I watched her kick. She asked what I was doing but was cut off by more laughter as also with me was the to Black labs from next door who just loved ther syrup. They licked her feet with no compashion for a good 30 to 40 minutes b4 they were finshed. I then went and untied her from the bench after taking a few snap shots of her in agony. After that happened she began to love being tickeled and really enjoyed it. For the next few months she came back for more tickleing but none as good as her first time. |
| Name: | Andy |
| E-mail address: | Gewbie75@aol.com |
| Title: | drunken betrayal |
| Comments: | while in colledge myself and 2 friends had decided to take a film class for some easy credits.It was our turn to use one of the schools cameras and we had it in stephenies room.Even though it was a film class they gave us 8mm video cameras to work with.We went out to dinner and a bar suposably to discuss the subject of our film but ended up flirting with guys and dancing all night.We all got alitle drunk and decided to walk to stephs place since it was the closest.When we ot there we messd around for awhile then got ready for bed. was wearing a t-shirt over my bra and panties.Michell wore the same. Steph had on a night gown.Some whispering was going on behind my back but I payed no attention.Michelle held up the camera and said "we never got around to dicussing our movie.""We'll talk about it in the morning" I replied "lets get some sleep "I said as I sat on the edge of the bed.Michelle set the camera on the tripod and pointed it at the bed."what are you doing?"I asked as she turned it on."How about a bondage film"asked Steph "what?"I exclaimed in response"We cant do somthing like that!"Sure we can cant we Steph?" asked michelle"Mm hm"replied steph as she held up a roll of duck tape.I looked at the 2 of them they looked at each other then at me and started towards me."No Way!!!"I exclaimed as I tried to jump up but was pushed back down.2 pair of wadded up panties were stuffed in my mouth and taped over.Then I was forced to roll over and my tshirt was pulled off.My arms were pulled behind me and taped from wrist to elbow.Then my ankles were taped together.they stood back and laughed at me."how about we start with some tickling" michelle said Steph agreed and they both came at me again.After a few minutes of suffering at the hands of both of them Steph back off and went for the camera.She began filming from differnt angles and getting closeups.then she traded off with michelle.after an hour or so off tickling steph went to a closet while michelle paned the camera up and down my exhuasted but still squirming body.Steph emerged from her closet with pieces of rope hand cuffs bandanas scarfs and a ball gag. "MMOO"I cried through my gag"oohh youve been plannng this for awhile havent you?" Michelle askedSteph just put the stuff on the bed and went to work"Grab the camera and get somegood shots " told michelle.She tied my ankles above the duct tape then removed the tape she tied my arms to my side and roped around my breasts then she removed the tape from my wrists up far enough to tie them and then she removed the rest of the tape up to my elbows.She pulled my elbows together as much as she could and tied them.Next she put on a crotch rope.It ran downthe front of my crotch up my ass crack under it self around my elbow tie andthen down.She pulled my ankles back and tied the crotch rope off to them.She then knotted one of the silk scarfs. she pelled the tape off of my mouth and before I could spit out the panties and say anything she pushed the knot in and pulled back hard on the scarf tieing it so tight it was digging ito the corners off my mouth.Steph was sitting on my back and i was laying on my stomach and Michelle was in front of me getting close ups of the whole gagging scene.Steph bent down she kissed my cheek and undid my pony tail fluffing myhair around my face.She looked in the camera and said"Isnt she pretty.You can buy her for 20 grand.Michelle laughed but the way tonight was going I wasnt sure what that meant. The camera was set in place and I was handled by the both of them for about 15 or 20 minutes i guess Then michelle got her belt and folded it in half she slapped my ass a few times and steph went to the camera.I rolled on my back to protect my ass but took a few shots on my breasts and one on my stomach and quickly rolled back only to take a few shots on the feet before she returned to my ass.Then I was tickled for a while espacialy on the feet to make my legs jerk at the crotch rope which already had me so hot I couldnt stand it.I was rolled on my back and the cups of my bra were pulled down both girls sucked on my nipples for awhile then took turns filming each other. sucking on me.I knew it had been about an hour so far becuase michelle stopped for a minute to change tapes and 8mm tapes last for an hour.Completly exhuasted I dosed off as they untied me from this position only to wake up at the feel of my panties being pulled down only to find my bra had already been removed and my wrists were tied to the bed posts.I was to exhuasted to struggle though as they removed my panties and tied my ankles to the bed.The gag was removed and so were the panties in my mouth I was given a drink of water then Steph and Michelle stripped. Michelles mouth went to work between my legs I let out a load moan before steph sat on my face.She got off after awhile and grabbed the camera to get closeups of Michelles performance Then mounted my face again with the camera pointed down at my performance on her.They soon switched places.When that was finished they both got off of me and Steph grabbed the ball gag! "No Please no more!!!"I wined in a soft out of breath voice."Sorry but there is still the clmactic scene to shoot!"she replied as she put the ball gag to my lips.I tried to fight this but a simple pinch of my nose and a few seconds later my mouth opened and the gag was firmly fastened in place."What now" asked Michelle "The part weve all been waiting for!" answered steph.she went to her night stand draw and pulled out a vibrating dildo."you want this dont you" she said as she held it up. I shook my hed no protesting as much as I could."Well lets see if I can change your mind' She turned on the vibrator and rubbed it against my face.she worked it down my body asking if I wanted it now every few inches or so.I continued to shake my head no butI was growing so hot.when she reached my crotch she rubbed the sides of my thighs then lightly on my crotch it self."you want it now dont you?"she asked.Aftr a long hesitaton I shook my head no.They both laughed as they knew I wanted it but wouldnt admit it.Afew more minutes and she asked again.From the crotch rope to the oral sex to this they had me so hot all night long and I just couldnt stand it any longer.I began bagging for it but Stephis so evil."well thats to bad I dont want you to have it just yet!" she told me and continued to tease me with it for anoter 10 minutes or so.When she asked again if I wanted it Michelle zoomed the camera in on my faceand filmedme beging for it then panned down to my crotch to film the penitration. Then she zoomd out to get the full view of Steph bringing me to my first bondage orgasm.She worked right through it into my second one then she crotch roped the vibrator in place."Now what"asked Michelle. "were almost out of film lets just tickle her unti its gone."Steph answerewd and they did causeing me to squirm and jerk and work the vibrator inside of me util I came a third time at which point I passed out.I woke up the next day untied between them in bed not sure what to think or do about the night before.Of corse we didnt use that for our film class but to my dissmay and utter humiliation Steph and Michelles master piece was unveiled somewhere else.Ill tell you about that another time. |
| Name: | Kathy |
| Title: | awsome site |
| Comments: | I love these stories |
| Name: | Paul |
| Title: | great site |
| Comments: | I love these stories |
| Name: | Bill |
| Comments: | It's nice to see people posting on this site again.
Is the site's founder still around? Are you there, Kwong? I hope you'll be back, I love your stories. |
| Name: | AJ |
| Title: | His ex-girlfriend |
| Comments: | My ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend pulled quite a mean prank on me that I'll never forget. Luckily for me, she didn't do more than she did. Besides, I found my current boyfriend because of her mean prank, so I can't be too angry at her.
Shortly after I started seeing my ex-boyfriend, his ex became quite jealous. I didn't know it at the time, but she had stalked both her ex and me for quite a while until she figured out a way to pull her prank. One day after coming home to an empty apartment, I found what I thought to be a note from my ex who wanted to have some kinky fun with me. It was all so mysterious and also quite erotic, so I didn't think twice about following up on it because I was looking forward to having a really great time with him. The note told me to strip naked and to use what was in the bag on the bed so that he could find me the way that he wanted me; tied up and blindfolded. I had just recently been introduced to bondage fun because of him, so I was anxious to explore this added kinkiness of his since what he had done for and to me so far had been exceptionally rewarding. I took a quick shower and then prepared myself for him just as his note had outlined. I bound each of my ankles to opposite corners of the bottom of the bed using a couple of silk scarves that he had left in the bag. That was easy enough to do. Then I laid face down on the bed after putting a blindfold over my eyes. After that, I reached up to find a pair of furlined handcuffs that were secured to the middle part of the bed's upper frame. I had a harder time doing this because I could barely reach the cuffs, let alone snap them in place around my wrists, but I managed to do this after a couple of minutes and soon found myself helpless to do anything more. I could barely move even an inch in any direction. In no less than a minute after I had cuffed my wrists, I heard the sound of our closet's bi-fold doors opening up, which kind of surprised me because it meant that my boyfriend had been waiting there all along. In a way, it excited me to think that he had been there watching me this whole time, but then it also made me nervous because it dawned on me that my boyfriend should have still been at work since it was only a little after 1 p.m. I further thought that this whole scenario was more than odd because, while my boyfriend was definitely a kinky guy, I suddenly realized that there was no way that he'd just take off from work. He just wasn't that way. I called out to him, but to my horror, a woman's voice answered instead of my boyfriend's. I knew deep down that this woman was my then boyfriend's ex, but I couldn't prove it because I truly hadn't heard her enough to know for sure. Still, my intuition told me that it was her. As the scene unfolded, she pretty much verified who she was by telling me she was there to give me the spanking of a lifetime for breaking up their relationship, though she pretended, I'm sure, to be a nameless friend doing a favor for that very girlfriend. Before I could manage a healthy, loud protest to perhaps get some neighbors to help me out, she had quickly shoved a gag into my mouth and secured it into place by tying it around my head. I was able to get out muffled incohenerent words fairly loudly, but I knew my protests would be pointless since nobody was probably around in the middle of the day and I really wasn't able to protest loudly enough to be heard through the walls. As she started to spank me, it really wasn't so bad in the beginning. In fact, had she not started spanking me so hard as she got into it, I would have been more turned on than hurt by it all. And for a while I even thought that maybe my ex had arranged this whole scenario, which ended up turning me on. I was SO confused. Half of me was pissed and scared while the other half of me was getting pretty aroused. Then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, she stopped spanking me, told me never to break up another realtionship again (which I hadn't), and then left the apartment, or so I assumed. Within a couple of minutes, I felt a pair of hands roaming my entire body, from my feet and toes to the back of my neck. Whoever this person was, they clearly had a foot fetish because they kept going back to each of my feet and paying a lot of attention to them. Frankly, I was loving every minute of it. They licked my soft, wrinkly soles from heel to toe, sucking each and every toe. My boyfriend (now ex) never had done this to me before, so I knew it wasn't him. It couldn't be. I also knew that this was a man and not the wicked ex girlfriend that had just spanked me so hard. I could tell by his occasional moans that he was a man, which was further proven when he started fucking my pussy as I vainly struggled in my restraints beneath him. It was a mock struggle, but a struggle nonetheless as I soon climaxed as did this stranger. Then he gently kissed my neck, massaged my back a little, and whispered a soft "thank you" as he got up to leave the room. I yelled out as much as I could through my gag. He must have had pity on me or something because he removed my gag and asked if I was okay. I told him that I was fine as he also removed my blindfold. I then told him the whole story, at which point he showed me the note that had been left at his door. Apparently this woman had left the note for this guy to find just to make me feel humiliated. The note read, "Meet me for a little surprise. Just do as you did before and we'll have some fun." That was it. Apparently my ex had made previous arrangements with this very fellow who had come in to play with my ex boyfriend's ex girlfriend while he got to watch. I know, I know, it's a bit confusing. In any event, the way that this man handled himself was extraordinarily well. In fact, he had a way about him that turned me on immensely. Even as we talked about what had just gone on, he kept me tied up. As I was clearly still very much aroused, he played with me some more in my bound state, making me cum a few more times. I pretty much knew it there and then that this would be the man in my life if he was available. As it turned out, this man was very much available and I became his girlfriend, soon breaking up with my ex. So while this mean prank was played on me, and while it was initially unpleasant, it turned out to be very rewarding for me in the end. These days, my new boyfriend and I act out what happened to me during the prank, but since then things have gotten much more kinky. :-) |
| Name: | The New Girlfriend |
| Comments: | Thoroughly enjoyed your site! |
| Name: | Odelia |
| E-mail address: | odelia@boxer-dogs.org |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.boxer-dogs.org |
| Title: | deaths in our family |
| Comments: | I don't know how many of you know about the killing of 4 & the wounding of 8 of Christopher's countrymen in Afganistan by one of our sky cowboys from the Illinois National Guard at 1:55AM Kandahar time on April 18th.
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| Name: | Bondager |
| E-mail address: | p-e-p@rogers.com |
| Title: | wow! |
| Comments: | what a site!!i am gonna try some or these out |
| Name: | stormchaser |
| E-mail address: | colinclarke87@hotmail.com |
| Title: | Old EK story |
| Comments: | do you think you can repost the story about you being tied up by doug's girlfriend? that was one of my all time favorites but it got lost when canuck's site was changed. thanks.
ps lets see some stories guys! |
| Name: | reader |
| Title: | Canuk's Site |
| Comments: | Anybody know what the new address is for Canuk's story site? Been trying to relocate the story of the Girl who put herself in bondage and sent it over the net at her highschool. One of her Classmates saw it and quickly came over killed the camera and had some fun with her. I though it was in the Caught Dreambook but can't find it. It's a great story. Anyone know the one I mean and where to find it? Thanks in advance! Ikots |
| Name: | Ikots |
| E-mail address: | broadway@pa.net |
| Title: | Canuck's site (and mine) |
| Comments: | Canuck's archive site is at http://www.asstr.org/~canuck100 The current postings site is at http://books.dreambook.com/canuck100/current.html I have collected the stories by "Richard" on my site at http://www.asstr.org/~richardukfans These stories were originally posted to Canuck's site, but I liked them so much that I decided they were worth collecting on their own site. Now, I just hope that HTML codes work here, 'cos I used them in this posting! |
| Name: | Jason Masters |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.asstr.org/~richardukfans |
| Title: | Where is everyone |
| Comments: | It's now octobre, and not one entry since July come on, some people must have stories |
| Name: | Jerichoholic |
| Title: | bad boy or should I say bad girl!!! |
| Comments: | When I was little I had this friend and one day I found her tied up!! be4 I knew it I was tied up too!! they made me put on a bra,stockings,a dress and a few other girly clothes. Soon I had lipstick on and nailpolish too!! they left me there and when they came back in they had a lot of water!!! they had me drink about 2 gallons of it and they put 2 huge water ballons in my bra!! they took pictures that were used against me and b4 I knew it all of the people in the whole building were staring at me cuz I drank too much water!! I pised my pants and was treated like a baby with a diper and everything and that water wasn't plain old water it was laxitive water too!! oh god!! Please reply if you have a story like mine!!! |
| Name: | anonomas |
| E-mail address: | none |
| Homepage URL: | http://none |
| Title: | university prank |
| Comments: | The first night was Jeannie’s night & as the others left the house we had the whole night to ourselves. As Jeannie entered my room I could not believe the vision of loveliness that I saw before me. She was wearing a long satin black negligee with above the elbow black cloth gloves with a satiny push up bra & panties, both in black & wearing black thigh high boots. She undressed me then pushed me onto the bed & tied my feet securely to the bottom bed frame. She quickly mounting me as she leaned over & taking out a blindfold secured it around my head saying “Just relax lover boy & enjoy…….this is one night you’ll never forget” then started to get me excited by caressing my chest while kissing my body, neck & mouth. As she reached down to stroke wilcock I moved my hands upwards to feel her breasts & was caressing them when I felt something go around my wrists pinning them then felt them being tied to the headboard.
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| Name: | Christopher |
| E-mail address: | p-e-p@rogers.com |
| Title: | French punk's distress |
| Comments: | This was something I witnessed a number of years ago and though it is a very simple story and only just qualifies as bondage, I think it is relevant to this forum. It was the original 'punk' era of the early 1980s, at the time they were picking up on fetish wear as fashion. There were regular sights of some cracking looking girls around London, particularly along the Kings Road or around Carnaby Street, often in microskirts, suspenders and fishnet stockings. Handcuffs were also a common fashion accessory.
It was a warm summer day and a group of 5 punks (3 men, 2 girls) were walking slowly in the small streets between Soho and Carnaby Street. From their conversation they seemed to be French - often the most flamboyant punks in London were tourists. The guys were in the usual leather trousers, leather jackets, t-shirts, spiky hair etc. and both girls were in leather jackets, luridly striped t-shirts, leather microskirts, fishnets, suspenders and high-heeled ankle boots. One girl's skirt was very short, hem clear of the tops of her red fishnet stockings, but the other was the real knockout. She was attractive, with black hair and the usual punk makeup of the time, pale face with dark eyeshadow. Her skirt hem hardly came down below her bum and it left a good amount of pale thigh above the tops of her black fishnets. It was also slit at the sides, so front and back were virtually flaps. I caught a couple of glimpses of her bum cheeks as she walked. They were also playing about with a pair of handcuffs. At one point, one of the guys handcuffed himself to the knockout girl and they walked along, wrists joined. Then he unlocked the cuff on his wrist, grabbed her other wrist and handcuffed her, hands in front. She didn't seem to mind, but remonstrated with him after a couple of minutes, held out her wrists to him, and he unlocked one of the cuffs. Then he spun her round, grabbed her free wrist again and re-cuffed her, hands behind her back. Seeing this knockout girl in public bondage was already arousing! The guy got a mouthful of French protest and he just laughed. They stopped to look in a shop window and the guy with the knockout girl pulled her into a doorway and proceeded to snog her. It looked like he had one hand up inside her t-shirt (she looked like she wasn't wearing a bra) but I couldn't watch too closely. There wasn't much she could have done to protect herself from being groped, but she didn't look like she wanted any protection anyway. Then there was a sudden squeal of woe. I looked back and she was struggling and pleading in the doorway and the guy had her black panties halfway down her legs! It took him a few more seconds to get her panties down over her boots and he stepped back out into the street waving his trophy. Her panties didn't look very substantial, but evidently meant a lot to her. She remained in the doorway, legs pressed together, trying to hold the hem of her skirt down with her cuffed hands. The others laughed, and they all started to walk on. The knockout girl remained in the doorway, calling after them and pleading, but to no effect. She had no choice, and holding her skirt as best she could, she emerged and ran after them. She had no way to hold down her skirt at the front, but her pussy just about remained covered (unfortunately). They waved her panties at her and continued to tease her, passing the panties from one to another. A couple of times they reached for the front of her skirt and she stepped back out of their reach, bending forward to try to keep her pussy covered, but giving a great view of her bare bottom from behind. Then the other girl had her panties just as they were by a postbox. She held the panties in the slot of the postbox, threatening to drop them inside, while knockout girl pleaded to have them back. The guys were yelling something and the girl laughed, and dropped the panties into the postbox! Knockout girl looked and sounded devastated. Her panties were lost altogether! The others continued to tease her and grab at her skirt and she continued to flash plenty of bare bum and a very brief glimpse of dark pubic hair as twisted out of their reach. This carried on until they reached Carnaby Street, where they met and greeted some friends and now knockout girl was firmly grabbed and held while the other girl held up her skirt at the front to display the victim's knickerless state. More wails of woe, more laughter. It had been easy for me to walk casually along the same street in the same direction without being too obvious, but I couldn't keep following them. However I did see them again about half an hour later and the victim was still cuffed and still seemed to walking very carefully, so I assume they hadn't let her buy more panties. The rest of her day in London must have been quite an experience for her, in a skirt as short as that and no panties, even if they released her cuffs. |
| Name: | Saturn |
| Title: | please |
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| Name: | z |
| Title: | dsaf |
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| Name: | dsaf |
| E-mail address: | dsfds@yahoo.com |
| Title: | PRANKS |
| Comments: | TO DO ON SISTER- A REAL BRAT!!! |
| Name: | LEAH |
| E-mail address: | EEYORE PERSON@AOL.COM |
| Comments: | Enjoyed your site immensely! |
| Name: | Earlene |
| E-mail address: | earlene@cuteandsingle.com |
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| Title: | no |
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| Name: | no |
| E-mail address: | adiecko7253@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Totally cool site wishing you all the best cay xxx |
| Name: | Cayla |
| E-mail address: | cay@caylas.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.caylas.com |
| Title: | tricked n tied |
| Comments: | I was 18 when this happened. I had recently purchased some bondage equipment following my birthday and my friend Rochelle was also very into bondage. We weren't lesbians, maybe bicurious but we liked to play bondage games together. I lived with my dad and he was almost always away on business I basically ran the house myself so we played there alot and sometimes in the woods. One Day we were talking on instant messanger. She got a new name with her name and graduating year. She wanted me to tie myself up wearing only bra and panties and she would pretend she was a dominatrix. I thought it was a good idea so we would meet at 2pm at my house and I would do a little self bondage on myself before and we'd both bring supplies. Little did I know what was really going to happen. I tied myself up(surprisingly fairly secure) with socks at the ankles, below and above the knees, and tied my big toes together with string. With care I wrapped tape around my wrists with my mouth and slipped them under my legs. This was after I stuffed a small scarve in my mouth, cleave gagged it in, and tapped over the cleave gag. The ankle binding sock was linked with tape to my wrist bindings so I was bound and gagged in a hogtie on my bed wearing a purple thong and white push up bra. just for the picture I'm fairly short at about 5'2, blond hair, blue eyes, fairly slim with a c cup. I struggle around for a while waiting for rachelle. I hear the door slide open and shut. I see very high heels, stockings and a leather skirt walk in but from my vantage point I can't see her. I hear, "well well, what do we have hear?" But it was not Rochelle's voice! A moment of shock and horror flashed over me. She bent down and held my chin with her hand, were gonna have some fun aren't we? It was megan the neighborhood flirt/bitch. I don't know what she had against me but she always was an ass to me. Turns out the new name my friend got on aim wasn't hers. I have to admit she looked stunning in her get up, kind of a spandex top that really accentuated her breasts to finish off the outfit. But I had no time to think about that, I had escaped from this bondage before it just takes a while. I was mmpphing like crazy and squirming quietly as she took in the site of me. The way she looked at me I started to think she wanted more with me than just a little bondage prank and I was scared and strangely aroused by that thought. Of course being in bondage at the hands of a stranger aroused me automatically.
Megan said let me help you with those binds as she took out... stay tuned lets bring this dreambook back! |
| Name: | Bonnie |
| Comments: | If someone else posts a story I'll continue and finish mine. |
| Name: | Bonnie |
| Comments: | i was 18 when this happened
I was hanging out in the basement with my friend (female) and we had been doing some pretty heavy pain-bondage for a while. She said she was gonna tie me up. I of course agreed. She said it was going to be painful and i might have a hard time with it. I said ok, lets do it. her basement had cross-bars all the way up the top, kinda like rafters. she used un-untieable knots to suspend me by my hand and feet, kinda spread-eagled. she pulled out my favorite ballgag, a blue one, and strapped it in tight. she put a hood on me. she put nipple clamps on me and on my pussy. i was already in pain. she started first to spank me, and she spanked hard. it hurt really bad. then she whipped me some, also very hard. the hood had a little ring at the back which she attached with a rope back to my feet. she said she was gonna go upstairs for a couple of hours, and to have fun... ill finish when you finish |
| Name: | vanessa |
| Comments: | i know this doesnt quite fit the forum, but i thought we needed to aliven it |
| Name: | vanessa |
| Title: | Hey |
| Comments: | i just wanted to say hey this is my first time at this site |
| Name: | bert |
| E-mail address: | stupid_angel_777@yahoo.com |
| Title: | Tricked n Tied |
| Comments: | She took out some rope and tied my elbows very close together, it felt weird being so tightly bound at the elbows. Then she took off the tape on my wrists. I tried to use this as a chance to escape but I was in no position to with my elbows tied and laying face down. Then she roped my wrists tightly together. She continued to undo my bonds and to bind me tightly with a soft white rope. She then tied my wrist and ankle ropes to eachother and I was in a stringent hogtie. She then tied a rope around my waist, I had a idea what she was doing with this and my suspicions were correct as she applied a crotch rope to me. I went right on my most sensitive spots and up my middle of my ass. The crotchrope was tied off to my ankle and wrist ropes and whenever I tried to get away the rope bit deeper.
How's That sweetie she said. (sorry thats all for now I have to go) |
| Name: | Bonnie |
| Comments: | im gonna need some more before i post mine |
| Name: | vanessa |
| Title: | Bonnie |
| Comments: | Hey Bonnie love your story please continue.
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| Name: | Jenna |
| E-mail address: | jena_jensen123@yahoo.com |
| Title: | Stories |
| Comments: | Come on bonnie and vanessa keep going |
| Name: | tickleguy |
| Comments: | ive decided to continue my story, hopefully someone else will post here.
ok i left you with me suspended ballgagged hooded and clipped being left there by my friend. well after about 2 hours she came back down and untied my arms and legs and then very quickly put my arms in an armbinder, with the one big glove covering both my arms. she then tied my legs tightly together and attached a leash to the collar on my hood. she led me upstairs with me hopping and then when we got to the main room she sat me down on the couch. she asked me and through me nodding and shaking my head was able to find out that noone expected me or would miss me for at least a couple of weeks. she seemed very happy about this. she told me we would spend the next three weeks with me in constant, stringent bondage. for right now she attached the armbinder to a hook in the ceiling so i was bent over. she then attached a chain from a ring on the front of my hood to the clips on my vagina. this way if i moved it hurt me very badly. also she untied my legs and attached my right leg to the ceiling also very tightly so it was constantly hurting me. after whipping me some and putting icy hot all over me she said she was going out with friends for the night and would be back in four hours. i thought this was unbearable but it was nothing compared to what i had coming... to be continued |
| Name: | vanessa |
| Comments: | after the four hours she came back and decided i needed to go to sleep so she took out my ballgag and but in an even bigger one that barely fit in my mouth. she took me to her room and took me into her closet where a cage was. i barely even fit in there but she hogtied me very tightly and attached my hair back to the hogtie. she also attached my tits to the top of the cage very tightly so i could barely move. she had taken off the arm binder and instead had both of my hands in these mittens that had no thumb hole and were very tight in addition to the handcuffs binding me. she told me to go to sleep cause tommorow would be even worse.
i slept almost none that night and ahe woke me up bright and early, fed me a little and let me use the bathroom. she then led me to her basement and somehow tied me in this crouching position with a spreader bar in between my knees and the gloves still on and tied my arms tightly behid my back and up so my whole arms were together. to prevent me from falling backwards she attached my tits to the ceiling. this was a terrible position and i almost couldnt stand it. she said i was to stay like that for 2 days at which point she would return. she bade me good day and left. to be continued |
| Name: | vanessa |
| Title: | stories |
| Comments: | Come on finish these stories off girls |
| Name: | haha |
| Title: | bonnie |
| Comments: | bonnie i really want to hear moe of your story |
| Name: | nwo323 |
| Title: | Bonnie & Vanessa |
| Comments: | PLEASE!!! Finish your stories, both of you. I am in total suspense here... Please finish them. |
| Name: | Footluver2 |
| Title: | Stories |
| Comments: | Keep the story going vanessa |
| Name: | tickleguy |
| Comments: | ok after the 2 days she came down and told me i needed to be untied or my muscles would be damaged so she put me in a big cage it was almost like a cell but left me ballgagged. after feeding me, she left me there for a day. she came back and said "break time is over" she tied me in a kneeling position in the main room and ringgagged me. she got naked and told me to get her off through the ring gag. she said the longer it took the harsher my punishment would be. it was hard, and took me about half an hour. she wasnt happy at all about this. first she made me lick up every last drop of cum, from her and the ground. she then put me in a sort of vertical suspened spread eagle, spread so far it hurt. i felt like i was gonna rip. after that she ballgagged me, hooded me, and attached a rope from the hood down my back, adn tied it in the tightest crotch rope yotu could ever imagine. she attached my tits, through clips and chains, so they were being pulled down very tightly to my clit. she then prceeded to take a riding crop to me so i was aching so terribly bad. then she went to watch tv. every now and then she would ocme back and twist the clips or riding crop me, but then she was gona for hours. maybe even days. i couldnt tell anything because of the hood...
to be continued when someone else posts a story about 2 girls tying each other up using lots of toys. |
| Name: | vanessa |
| Title: | Sorry |
| Comments: | Hey everyone this is Bonnie I'm sorry I haven't posted the rest of my story its been forever since I started it. I've just been very busy with real life obligations and I totally forgot that this page even existed. But I WILL post the rest, probably some time this weekend.
To vanessa: Um if you're gonna make something up at least make it realistic lol but to each their own I guess. I guess I'm a hypocrite, but keep those stories coming everyone this page doesn't have to die |
| Name: | Bonnie |
| Comments: | are you going to post bonnie? |
| Name: | tieguy |
| Title: | hmm |
| Comments: | I don't think the last bonnie was the real one, doubt she'll post here again. I'm thinking about writing a fiction ending to her story if anyone wants to read it. That would be legal all right? |
| Name: | kirsten |
| Comments: | go ahead |
| Name: | sd |
| Title: | First Observations |
| Comments: | Having just discovered these pages, I've been reading them avidly. By way of reference, I'm a 40-year-old married male who has been obsessed with bondage since prepuberty. By way of contribution, the only "mean prank" I've been involved in personally happened when I was 10. It was in fact my introduction to bondage.
Several of us neighborhood kids were playing at the park one early summer evening. We were playing near the chain-link fence at the far end of the park when someone got the bright idea to tie me to the fence. I really wish I could remember the events that led up to the decision; I wouldn't be surprised if I had goaded them into doing it. I do remember they pushed me up to the fence, held my hands on either side of my head, and used twine to tie them to the fence. I stood with my arms tied in a "hands-up" pose. Then they ran away. They had tied my hands right next to my head, so it was no effort to reach over and undo the knots with my teeth. I recall being very proud of my resourcefulness. Here's where it's apparent that I was wired for bondage at an early age. I walked into the park playground to rejoin the group that had tied me. I still remember the look of amazement on one kid's face when he saw me walk into the playground. The group gathered around me, demanding to know how I got free. I told them I'd freed myself using my teeth. _Of course_ I let them drag me back to the fence, where they tied me in the same position--only this time, they pulled the ends of the twine away from my body and tied them to the fence much further away from my head. They probably said something like, "Try to get away this time," before running away again. Well, I was trapped this time. I tried to reach the knots with my teeth, but they were too far away. I stood helpless for several minutes before a man taking a stroll near the fence saw me and freed me. Since then, I've had many bondage adventures that fit into the themes of other Dreambooks; my fence-tying experience is the only one that fits this "mean pranks" theme. My reason for posting is to comment on a couple of items. First, where are Colin and his amazing adventures? I have been riveted by the stories about his girlfriends Suzy and Sophie--not to mention that I've been consumed with pangs of intense envy and jealousy. Why couldn't I ever meet girls like these? Oh, you lucky man! Unless the posts have been removed, I gather that the kidnapping-of-Sophie saga has been put on hold. I didn't see anyone posting his or her appreciation for Colin's enthralling descriptions of his bondage pranks with either Suzy or Sophie. Since Colin's posts are two or three years old, I doubt we'll be seeing any new stuff. Shame on you, people! This is hot. (And it's also well-written, which in this forum or any other is a big plus.) I've completely lapped up everything that happened between him and Suzy. I love the episode at the hotel when Suzy is left tied to the bed and the bellboy comes in, particularly since Colin fixed the scene to look like Suzy was a prostitute who got tied up and robbed. I also liked the bet between Colin and Brad, specifically when Suzy is left tied and gagged to a chair, vibrator buzzing, and Brad and his girlfriend walk into the house to find her like that. Public bondage, getting caught by strangers in such a lewd and helpless situation, adds to the titillation. Speaking of which, I have to commend Saturn for posting the story about the French punks walking about in London. Don't think it doesn't fit the theme--it does. Anyone who has ever been in handcuffs, particularly when they are cuffed in back, knows it definitely qualifies as bondage. I've always liked that bondage-punk look, and when the victim is a hot French babe in a leather micromini and boots being paraded around the city streets--I'll have a hard time not thinking about that all day. The only way it could have been better is if it they had gagged her with her own panties to shut up her protestations, but I suppose hindsight is 20/20. (And with her handcuffed in that micromini, I bet Saturn got a lot of hindsight that day.) Other stories that come to mind are the sorority-initiation situation (public bondage again) and the female film students victimizing one of their number to make their bondage film. (Coeds in bondage--in case it's not clear that I'm a dirty middle-aged man!) Provided that any or all of the posts are true, of course. Not to be a wet blanket, but anyone should be skeptical of anything he or she reads on the Internet. But whether fact or fantasy, I hope to read more in the future. |
| Name: | DDT |
| E-mail address: | poli_sci@hotmail.com |
| Title: | Want more? |
| Comments: | I think that we all could agree
that if no one would just set you free, that it would be mean if you're publicly seen lying down in your own drool and pee. No, that didn't happen to me. If anyone writes a story I REALLY like, I'll make a rhyme of it. It must be realistic but not sexually graphic or violent. |
| Name: | Hogtied Rhymer |
| Title: | kguy |
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| Name: | 87tg78 |
| E-mail address: | ki6y78 |
| Comments: | The moderator of the current dreambook on the "Bound and Gagged by Burglars" theme has allowed their board to be converted to a wresting theme. Because of this, a new dreambook with the "Bound and Gagged by Burglars" theme has been set up. http://books.dreambook.com/victorj0001/burglars.html
Your stories and support will be welcome! |
| Name: | Vic Jeminez |
| Title: | hello?? |
| Comments: | anyone still come here??
i have a story to post, if anyone reads this let me know |
| Name: | todd |
| Title: | i do |
| Comments: | i do |
| Name: | pp |
| Comments: | glad to see someome still comes around pp. my story is a little long, and i am not a good typer so i hope its turns out ok. let me know what you think
it happened in my jr year of high school, i was scrawny at 5'6" and 150 lbs. on the bus there was a girl named sue. she was a big girl too, not fat, but tall and well proportined. she moved in to the nieghborhood in the middle of the year and never realy fit in. one friday she was telling a bunch of us about her exploits at a frat party. seems she like her boys a little older. she seemed to notice that i was getting a little aroused from this. what can i say i was a teen age boy, when the wind blows i got aroused.at that point she reached over the seat and started to rub my pants. she was in the seat in front of me. this went on till our stop. usualy she went left and i went right to go to our repective homes. this time she told me to hang on. after evrone went there ways she asked me if i had any weed. i did. she said 'great. i dont have any plans tonight. maybe you can meet me here in a cple hours and we can smoke a little and i can finish what i started on the bus. i stuttered, but managed to say sure, what time?? she asks if 5 works, it did. hell i would make it work for me some how. she says see you then and leaves. i went home, checked in with my parents. told them i wold be hanging out w/ my buds and would be home by midnight ( my curfew) 5:00 couldnt come quick enough, but when it did i grabed my stuff and went back to the bus stop. sue wasnt far behind. when we ment she said to follow her. she led to some woods behind her house. we walked back there for about 5 minutes. towards the end we went off the beaten path back in the brush and down an embankment. there was a small clearing and little shack. she said i dont know how this got here but no one knows about it, or they just dont come here any more. this is where i come to when i dont want to be bothered. she takes off a back pack and motins for me to come inside. i follow. inside there were a cple beat chairs to sit on and a cot. i look around and say i like what you done w/ the place. she responded shut up wise ass, and lets get started, why dont you fire something up. she then proceeded to pull out of the back pack a bottle of wine, a cple of glasses and a botlle of jack daniels, and a shot glass. we started to party. after about 30 minutes she says i'm bored. lets play a little truth or dare. fine i say. but, when are we goingf to finsh what you started? why whats your hurry? when do you have to be home to mommy?? i have plenty of time good, then why rush. now i'll go first you write down a question and a dare, i will decide which to choose. she coose dare. i had written down i dare you to remove your shirt & pants. so she did. she had on a nice matching black satin bra and panty. she had a much nicer body than appeared in her baggy cloths. with no soes on she was actuly only an inch taller. her breasts looked to be 36 c i began to get aroused again...she broke in, your turn. so i went next. i choose truth. the question was have i ever been tied up? i answered no. she said i think youre lying, youve NEVER been tied up?? well i guessi have been when i was a little kid and i have tried tying myself once or twice. so you lied. you have to go again. i picked truth again. the next question was had i ever tried on any female attire. what?? what kind of questionis that?? of course not!! i think you protest too much on that one, c'mon you can tell me look at me, i'm half naked. if i can do this you can be honest, never?? never! ever want to? ever think of what it would feel like?? soft silky panties next to your pecker? i guess so... you guess so?? that is not an answer. yes or no? yes. by now i was so nervous i was shaking a little.... sorry but i have to go to work...let me kknow what you think so far. i know i havent gotten to the prank, but if you like the story i will finish it tomorow. let me know |
| Name: | todd |
| Title: | Todd's Story |
| Comments: | Yes, Todd, you've piqued our interest, or at least my interest, anyway. Please do continue. Can't wait to see what Sue's prank is. I remember girls like Sue from my own high school days--big and brassy, loud and intimidating, yet oddly attractive and sexy in spite of (or perhaps because of) it. Unfortunately, girls like Sue never got me alone in a secluded shack, so please do tell us what happened next. |
| Name: | DDT |
| E-mail address: | poli_sci@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | Thanks DDT. i think if there were more feed back after a post people would post more. your kind words and observations are appreciated. i dont know if you can call this a shack, ( i know i did) bt to give you a better idea of what it was, it looked like something built by teenagers to have a plce to go and party, or what ever. the devolepement that sue lived in was close to the woods, so i'm sure the su[[;ies were all stolen from the devolpement, it was only a cple years old. anyway....
sue was hitting some nerves with her questions. thr truth be told she was dead on. i was to shy to ever bring this up with anyone, let alone someone a barley knew. the fact that we had smoked a little and drank a little wasnt helping me think any more clearly. she saw i was getting upset with it and suggested we take a break. which we did. she poured me a glass of wine ( i didnt even like wine) and i lit another. about half way through our little break sue asks if would help me relax if she removed her bra. what?? it certinly wouldnt hurt!!! need a hand?? she just giggled and grab the snap in front and un snappped it and let it fall to the ground. she then said that she beleaves there was something she had promised me. she came over to me and started to pick up where she had left off. i was so dumb founded. i had never had a girl be so agressive sexualy w/ me before. i took the opportunity to play w/ her now exposed 36 c's . with in a cple minutes she had me almost naked and on the brink of cumming when she pulled away. this is so nice, she said. the college boys never want to do anything i want. all they care about is if i will swallow. i mummble something, i realy couldnt speak she cotinued to rub me and keep me right on the edge. and she knew it after a minute or so she asked me about the to truth questions i asked you earlier, rememebr? i nodded well, i have a dare for you related to that. oh?? what is it?? well i dont waant to ask, because i saw how it bothered you. on the other hand i realy would like to try it if your ok w/ it at this point i would have followed her kead anywhere. i was 17 and on the brink of the best orgasim i had ever had. what is it?? tell me. i'll try anything once you will?? great!! with that she got up and emptied her back pack. out came some rope and hand cuffs for the bodage part. she then pulls out a bunch of clothing uh oh she grins theres a bra, panties, slip thigh highs, a jean skirt, tank top and a dress. she comes back over, begins to rub me again. you dont have to if your too nervous. i would like to try it, i am always the one who gets tied up. i want to try the tying end. i also have always wanted to put a dress on a boy, but again the college boys never want anything to do w/ that. so you still want to try? i paused and sighed, then nodded. great!! skirt and tank top or dress?? i took a deep breath. the tank was a mech tank, and that would make me look slutty. the dress was a little less flashy. a maron color and just above the knees in length. it was like something out of the twilight zone when i heard my voice say, the dress is fine. she helped me withh all the under garments. the bra and panties first, then the slip and thigh highs. then the dress. it was a little snug, but not to bad. after she had checked over here handy work she poured a cple shots of jack and we sat and talked a bit. i guess she knew this would help relax me a bit. every now and then she would start rubing me, this time through my dress. when i said i wanted to cum so badly. her resonce was i know. all though you have done much more than the older guys i've dated i still want something else. like i said earlier all they care about is if i swallow, and i never get to cum. so you make me cum, then i will tie you and give you the time of your life! ( i know were not suppose to get to grapic here, so just use your imagination. using my tounge and fingers i was very succesfull in my duties) after i finished we sat a talked a little more, finishing off the wine. she said its geting dark, we had better get started w/ you she cuffed my hands behind my back. then she tied my ankles in a crossed postion. to finish it off she tied my thighs togther. this was the 1st time i had stockings on, and to feel them rubbing togther along with everything else almost sent me in to orbit. again you will have to use your imagination, but she was good to her word, and it didnt take much longer. after she finished she left me bond and began to clean up, and got dressed still not being too alert, this didnt send the warning signals it should hae, not that i could have done anything anyway. she put my cloths in her back pack last. put the key to the cuffs on the table. she came over to me and instructed me to stand. she helped me to my foot (w/ ankles crossed i couldnt stand on both feet) she then helped me down to the floor. now, she said the key to the cuffs are on the table. it will take you some time to get back to your feet. but after you do you can un do the cuffs too. this may take some time. feel for the key holes and insert the keys. i figure its around 8:00 you probaly have about 30 minutes of decent lite left so its plenty of time if you dont panic. WHAT??? youre leaving me like this??? um duh!! what didnt you understand?? you cant!! i can and i am. and i suggest you shut up. i can always gag you. this is paybacks for all the shit you boys did to me! i never did anything!! c'mon sue PLEASE!! how will i get home even if i di get free?? i cant go home DRESSED LIKE THIS!! its dark out no one will see you. and i have heard you tell stories about how you sneek in past your curfew at 2 am. now you had better stop whinning and get busy, it will be dark soon. i will be anxious to hear how you did. call me saturday. with that she thanked me for a fun time kissed me on the forehead and left. if you want to hear how i made out let me know. hope you enjoyed the post |
| Name: | todd |
| Title: | RE: Todd's Story (Again) |
| Comments: | RE: Todd's Story (Again)
You're right, Todd. I've been visiting and posting at various Dreambooks for about a year, and in general I've noticed a distinct lack of responses. For example, if you look further up this thread, you'll see several long posts by an English guy named Colin, who back in 2000 related a number of mean-prank adventures with his girlfriends. Maybe this guy was making some or all of it up, but if he was, he has one helluva imagination and the ability to communicate it well. Yet I didn't see one post acknowledging his excellent and stimulating adventures. He finally stopped posting--which is a shame because his stories were the best I've read so far on any Dreambook I've seen. Now, some site administrators warn against posts that only say, "I like the story--keep posting." And I can understand that because otherwise you get 10 posts all saying the same thing--"I like the story--keep posting"--which gets redundant fast. On the other hand, without any feedback, a poster such as yourself doesn't know whether or not the post has even been acknowledged, much less appreciated, by the audience. My rule of thumb is to simply post whatever you've got and be done with it, or to post a sample and ask--once--if there is any interest. And asking once is sufficient--quite sufficient. Because what is equally annoying is someone who is doing what you're doing--parceling out some more of the story and then asking, "Do you want me to go on?" Well, yeah. Didn't I say so the first time? |
| Name: | DDT |
| E-mail address: | poli_sci@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | again thanks for youre input DDT. i nevr looked at it from that angle. sorry to be redundant in my request. i guess i am not confident in my writing ability. i am not trying to drag it out. it just seems to take more time than i ancipate and i end up running out. i will be able to finish it on my next post. |
| Name: | todd |
| Title: | board is alive |
| Comments: | cool go a head do u know a lesbian prank dream book i like thoese stories alot dont u ? ;) |
| Name: | pp |
| Comments: | hi again! here it goes
there i was, dressed and bound. i laid there in disbelief for a while. i couldnt beleave she left me like this!! i tried to untie my ankles, but it was realy out of my reach. i ended up pushing the cot against the wall. i managed some how to lift myself up on to it. i knew getting free was only half the battle. how was i going to get home, and then get to my room w/o anyone seeing me. i tried to stay focused at the task at hand, getting to the key. the entire time i couldnt help but notice that all the struggleing and squirming was getting me aroused again. focus! i told myself, after i got up on the cot i manged to get in to a sitting position. i all most feel once. i then stood up and hopped over to the table, turned around and grabbed the key. now i have to tell you, the one thing sue forgot to explain was that she had dble locked the cuffs. it took me a while to get the key in the hole (it was my 1st time cuffed, now its a piece of cake) but i managed. i spoon the key in one direction. nothing. i spoon it back the other way. i felt a click, having un done the dble lock but not knowing it. what the fuck?!?!?! i paniced, and ended up droping the key. now i had to get back done on the floor. no easy task. so i just dropped OUCH! i got the key back after feeling around for a cple minutes. i tried the key in both directions this time. much to my delight the cuff was unlocked and my hands were free!! i let out a deep sigh of relief, and fiddle withh my other wrist till that was free too. next was the rope on my ankles and thighs. by the time i had managed to get free, the sun had pretty much set. sue was kind enough to leave me my socks and sneakers. i always liked the look of a female in a dress and hose w/ sneakers. the buiness women at lunch look, but now i was in it! the problem facing me now was, even though it was dark, it was too early to head back home. i had no idea on what time it was. my best guess was 9ish i had 3 hours to kill. what to do....what to do.... i walked out and back to the path we had come in on. i began to pace a bit. i knew if i walked up the path it would lead to sues street. i decided to walk up there and see if she was anywhere to be seen. the problem was, i had never been to her house, so even though i knew the street, i didnt know which house! i dint have anything thing else to do, and i may get lucky so off i went. it was quite wierd walking in a dress. as you may have guessed my excursion netting me nothing, so back to the shack i went. to kill the time i cleaned it up and coiled the rope. since i didnt want to leave the cuffs behind, and i had no pockets, but i had on a bra, with plenty of room, i stuffed the cuffs in there. i started to plan my trip home. ihad 3 possibles ways. the 1st way was to the right. the plus was it was the shortest. the minus was i would have to walk through a town house community. it was one street. 300 yards or so with houses on both sides. i didnt know anyone who lived there, but i didnt want to risk being seen. the 2nd was straight ahead. the plus was no roads, the minus was it would eventual lead me to my nieghborhood, and cutting through the yards of my neighbors. much more spread out than town houses, less likely being seen. but! if i were, it would be by someone i knew! and the 3rd. easliy the longest. problay twice as long. the plus was, even thought it was on a road, it was straight, so on coming traffic was easy to spot, and it was lined mostly with ttress so i could duck off, and it would take to the woods that backed up to my house, and it was the aproach i wanted to take in coming home. that way i could survey the house. se what lights were on and who was where. so choice # 3 it was. i had pretty much settled down. the walk home was 15 to 20 minutes depending on the obsticals that lie in my way. i estimated the time @ 930. my parents went to be @ 11 like clock work. they would watch the news and fall asleep to jay leno. after hanging out for what felt like forver, but was probaly an hour i set off on my walk home/ i knew i'd be home a little early, but all i wanted was to not be seen and to get out of this outfit. but strangly enough i was still aroused by this whole mess i had gotten myself into. i wasnt mad at sue anymore. the challenge ahead excited me! i worked my way to the road. of course. 90% was uneventfull. i did duck a car or to. no big deal i was walking at a fast clip. i could hear my heart pounding. when over that i heard voices. i stopped dead in my tracks. i couldnt see from what direction they were coming from. there was a cluster of pine trees to my right. so i ducked off into them. i quicky laid down and waited and listened. as they drew near, i began to reconize one voice. it was sue!! she was with 2 other girls. my mind raced! what do i do?? i could jump sue and cuff her!! yeah! then make her send her friends to get my cloths! no wait, then her friends would see me like this. no better not. but then again, she was probaly bragging about it, maybe even heading back to show off her catch, not thinking i was able to get loose. by this time they were to far away, so i said fuck it, stay with your orginal plan. i got to the back of my house. i could see my parents room was dark. so i sat and waited. i had done this many times before. the pattern was predictable. light on for 10 to 15 followed by lights out, and the flicker of the tv. it took probaly 20 minutes, but it happened. i waited another 5 minutes after the lite went off and then made my move to get inside.oddly enough, as i got closer, there was a flicker of light coming from the rec room. my father was a stickler for turning off all lights when leaving a room. this was odd. so i moved to the side of the house and peeked in. there was my father lying on the couch watching tv. he appeared to be asleep. but i wasnt sure. my plan b. instead of walking though the back door. there was a gound level window off the back porch. on the other side was a pouder room. i always made sure the window was unlocked. just in case. after making sure the coast was clear ( from the kitchen you can see this window, so i other words, no one was in the kitchen) i opened the window. the trick was, since the powder room was below grade, was lowering myself dow w/o making too much noise. the good news is i did just that, and! on the other side of the powder room was the laundry room. i could get some cloths to change into, go back to the powder room and change, then walk in before curfew in my cloths! the bad news, my father was still down stairs in the next room!! awake? asleep? who knew?? i listened. tv was loud. no other noise. i quickly darted out. we had a table where the clean laundry was folded, and we had to take our cloths from there. luckly i never did, and i had plenty!i grabbed a pair of jeans and a baggy sweat shirt. back into the powder room i went! home free!! i locked the door. all i had to do was change. if someone came now, the door was locked and i could say i was taking a dump. now off w/ this damn dress!! have you ever tried to unzip a dress you were wearing?? i dont know how women do it!!i got it started, but i couldnt reach it!! notthings ever easy i thought. i then tried to put my jeans on. i tucked the dress in. put on the baggy sweat shirt. tried looking in the mirror. it looked buky. but it was dark in the house, so i figured, to my room. i could deal with this there. turned out my father was asleep. and my moter may have been, or not. she didnt come out of her room. i made my way to my room undetected. after a while of reaching and squirming i managed to get the zipper down. i locked the door and collapsed on my bed. i closed my eyes for a second, and the next thing i knew the morning light came pouring in my room. i woke uo thinking it was a dream, untill i looked down and saw the slip panties bra and hose still on me. having morning wood, i decided to leave sue a present and masterbated in her slip. we did end up playing again. but since i was willing particpaent, it dosnt qualify for a prank....... the end |
| Name: | todd |
| Title: | More |
| Comments: | Great story Todd, you could put the other stories on the Dreambook "girls tying up boys". It is, http://books.dreambook.com/cantthinkofgoodname/main.html
We will be waiting. |
| Name: | Lee |
| Title: | Todd |
| Comments: | Dude, use paragraphs. Properly capitalizing letters would also help but other than that, good job. |
| Name: | Observer |
| Title: | First Time |
| Comments: | My first experience in bondage was a very disturbing one and something that would change my psychosexual life forever. What seemed like a spontaneous violent act turned out to be a prank, although I didn’t realize till much later that I had been set up.
I was 15 and just entering high school. My mother had passed away the previous year so it was just me and my father. I had gone through a fairly early puberty which made some of the late bloomers jealous. Not that I was a particular looker, but by 15 did have a full adult chest and full figure. In junior high I was already planning to try out for the high school cheer leading squad and when the new school year started it gave me something in common with some of the other girls, especially as I was new in town. We would get together after school to practice moves and, of course, to trash the other girls, talk about boys and smoke. (This is a portrait of the typical teenage girl of the late 50s.) As we spoke about boys, every once in a while one of the girls would make a semi-snide remark about my figure and about how the boys looked at me. I chalked it up to jealousy and responded, “Don’t worry, you’ll get there soon enough.” I was not trying to be particularly sassy, but I couldn’t back down either. Soon however, the insults started to fly and we all became more cruel. I got pissed and made a move toward the biggest smart-ass of the group. The other girls held me back, showing their loyalty to her. One stepped in front of me and grabbed my ankles, another grabbed my arms from behind. The screaming and insults grew worse and I tried furiously to break free from the other girls’ grasp. It was three against one and I had little chance. I told them to get their hands off me but they were afraid I’d attack the other girl. We were in my father’s grungy garage (he was still at work) that was still strewn with all manner of rope and tape from our move. The girl holding my arms behind me said, “Hey, I can’t hold her like this forever. Get some rope and let’s tie her up.” One girl held my arms behind my back, another tied my wrists together, while the third bound my ankles. “This is bullshit,” I screamed. “Get the fuck off and untie me!” “Yeah, we’ll get off when you’re tied up good and tight,” said my nemesis. “Lay her down on her stomach so I can tie her hand and foot.” They laid me down and she bound my wrists and ankles together. “Now find something to gag her with. I’m sick of listening to this friggin’ bitch.” They grabbed a rag, stuffed it in my mouth and wrapped duct tape all around several times. It all happened so quickly that I really didn’t understand what had just transpired. Within a few minutes I found myself hogtied and gagged on the floor of my father’s garage being taunted by a group of ravenous teenage girls. This is when I got really nervous. They had me tied so tight I couldn’t move a muscle, and no one would be able to hear me through the rag and tape gag. Once they had me bound and gagged I was helpless. I looked at them and moaned in effort to gain their sympathy. They stood back, looked at me, then at each other, and smirked. “Well, girls,” the bitchy one said, “we’ve done a heck of a job. I’d say we deserve a cigarette.” So they lit up and spent the next ½ hour smoking and smirking, and taunting me. I swore I wouldn’t do it, but I started to cry. I was desperate and scared. I had never been tied up before and it was both awkward and painful. The more I squirmed the more the ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, and the more frustrating it was. Of course, the bitchy teenagers got a big kick out of watching me struggle. “Okay, ladies,” said the ringleader. “Before we go let’s check out the goods of our fancy lady.” They giggled and approached and I was terrified. I screamed as loudly as I could, but nothing. I fought against the ropes like a mad woman, but nothing. They rolled me onto my side and started touching me. They unbuttoned my blouse and fondled my breasts; they put their hands under my skirt and touched me there, too. And as they fondled me they kissed me and pretended to make love to me, and they spoke to me. “Hey Kathy, do you like to kiss?” “Are you feeling a little tied up, Kathy?” “Are you enjoying this, Kathy? Are those moans of pleasure?” “Oh, look ladies, look how hard her nipples are!” They laughed and tormented me. I was terrified and confused. Yes, my nipples were hard. Yes, I was aroused. I couldn’t figure out why I was aroused and this only served to freak me out further. Why was I responding this way to being tied up and touched by other girls? I knew I was attracted to boys. I had never even thought about women like this before. Yet here I was, tied and gagged by a group of teenage girls and I was thoroughly turned on. This made me cry even more. They touched and taunted me for about an hour before leaving. One of the girls suggested that they untie me first, but the bitchy ringleader said, “No, leave her tied up. She’ll learn her lesson better this way. Let her father untie her later.” So they left me hogtied and gagged in the garage. I was exhausted, sweaty and confused. Laying on the dirty garage floor, having been bound and bullied by my classmates, I felt filthy in every way. I needed time to digest what I had been through. I needed to understand why I responded in such a “positive” way to being tied and touched. In the meantime I had to think of an excuse to tell my father when he came home and found me tied up like this. I knew I couldn’t tell him about the other girls or they would get me again. When he did get home, a couple of hours later, I made up a story about burglars, their flight at the sound of an approaching car, etc. I avoided those girls for the rest of my time at that high school, but for the next several months they would wink at me in the hallways, and I would blush. It took me several years to understand the feelings I experienced that day. Sexuality is a difficult thing and I’m glad that there are sites like this so that we can better understand ourselves, which is why I’m posting this story. About 20 years later, in a town half way across the continent, I ran into one of my tormentors. But that’s a story for a different day. |
| Name: | Kathy |
| E-mail address: | kathymontrose@yahoo.com |
| Title: | Caught By Surprise |
| Comments: | I came accross this site by acident but very glad I did. I had no idea that so many have been tied up as part of a prank and I'm glad to hear that I'm not the only one to find himself in a bind. Here's a story from my childhood. Please let me know if you think it's appropriate for this site.
When I was a kid (10-12 yrs. old) we played our share of tie-up games. Sometimes in the form of cops and robbers, sometimes just as a dare to see who was best at escaping or tying. Of course, at that age no one really knew how to bind someone so well and that wasn’t really the point. I was always bragging about how easy it was for me to escape and sometimes even dared other kids to tie me up. One day, I was caught in a surprise attack. It was Sunday morning and I was expecting a few friends to come by before we were to go out playing (maybe baseball, can’t remember). They rang the doorbell, said hi to my mom and ran up to my room. We hung out for a few minutes, talking about God knows what when one of the group (no particular friend of mine) says, “So Kevin, everyone says you’re a real Houdini. How ‘bout we tie you up and see if you can escape.” I said that I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t like the look in his eye and I had a feeling something just wasn’t right. “Well, we have different plans,” he says. He gave a conspiratorial smile to the other kids and then they pounced on me. One kid grabbed me from behind, pinning my arms. Another grabbed my ankles, a third put his hand over my mouth and the fourth closed my bedroom door and pulled the rope and tape out of his knapsack. I tried fighting them off and I know that I certainly could not overpower them or defend myself very well, but at the same time I couldn’t very well just lay there and let them tie me up. So I thrashed about and tried screaming, trying to get my mother’s attention, but it was all no use. One of the kids said (softly, so my mother downstairs couldn’t hear), “Tie’em up tight and let’s get outta here!” So they went to work on me. While my arms were pinned behind my back, they stuffed a sock in my mouth and kept it in place with duct tape wrapped over my mouth and around my head several times. They bound my wrists palm-to-palm while another bound my ankles. They then rolled me onto my stomach and brought up my ankles and put me into a tight hogtie. This all took place in about two minutes. I was stunned and a bit freaked out. Not only had I never been tied up like that, so expertly, but we had never ganged up on another kid without warning. Our games had always been planned and rather harmless, and we never used a gag. But this time I was tied up tight and despite the gag I kept on screaming for help. One kid said, “Let’s hang out a minute to see if he can get out.” And like an idiot I obliged them by struggling against the ropes like a maniac. After a few minutes I saw that it was useless and stopped struggling. I whined into my gag, pleading with them to untie me, but it was no good. They had obviously prearranged this (probably because of my bragging) and they had no intention of letting me go. “Alright, he’s not going anywhere,” one of them said and they started to leave. And just that second my mother opens the door and waltzes in. In the commotion no one heard her coming up the stairs. My mother the ditz looks at me, then at the other kids, and says, “Why is my Kevin all tied up? Are you playing cops and robbers again?” “Yeah,” one of the boys says. “It’s Kevin’s turn to get tied up but we’ll let him go later.” In the meantime time when my mother walked in I had immediately started to freak out again. I thrashed against the hogtie and mmmph’d through the gag. My dingbat mother was staring right at me, she sees me tightly hogtied and struggling, and says, “Well okay, but be careful. Kevin, I’m going to the store. If you go out with your friends be home by 6:00.” She then turns and leaves. Everyone was dumbfounded. Wasn’t it obvious that we weren’t just “kidding around”? Granted, those kids were not out to kill me, but they did have me bound and gagged for real. “Holy cow!” one kid said. “I thought we were dead meat for real,” said another. They waited to hear the sound of my mother’s car pulling out of the garage, then left themselves. “See ya’, Houdini.” “Yeah, have fun, Houdini.” They closed my bedroom door behind them. I was stuck and stuck bad. I tried all kinds of ways to reach something that would let me loosen or cut the ropes, but there was nothing on the floor I could use and when you’re hogtied you can’t go very far anyway. I waited for my mother to come home but she never came upstairs when she did get back and my muffled cries couldn’t be heard downstairs. I had to wait till after 6PM when my mother finally came upstairs to look for me for supper. When she saw me laying on the floor still tied up and gagged, she said: “My gosh, did those boys leave you tied up all day?” After she untied me she told me to go wash up for dinner. |
| Name: | Kevin |
| E-mail address: | kevinlately@yahoo.com |
| Title: | post |
| Comments: | more stories!! plzkthx |
| Name: | me |
| Title: | YES |
| Comments: | POST MORE |
| Name: | POST |
| E-mail address: | MORE@HERE.COM |
| Homepage URL: | http://OK:D |
| Title: | girls |
| Comments: | how can i see teen girls tied up in rope with tape and with no shoes and no socks |
| Name: | may |
| E-mail address: | pizza753 |
| Title: | Friends? |
| Comments: | Hi love your book... given me some wonderful ideas.
Heres a story that happened recently. I am a male in my thirties I have a longterm girlfriend who has 2 kids we have lived together for a few years now. I have always been interested in bondage and have tried self bondage a few times before we met, but since we have been together i never get the chance. so when my G/F announced she was going away on a course for a long weekend and the kids were staying with their grandparents I started thinking. I have all my old stuff hidden (i suppose its hidden) away in a box in the garage and i just couldn't wait to get it all out and use it. My G/F has a few toys of her own , mostly bought as jokes for birthdays and such. Well the friday evening came around and i had the house to myself i took my box from the garage to our bed room and started by spread eagling myslef on the bed and cuffing my wrists to the head board. That was ok but i wanted to be more adventuerous. so i let my self go and hooked my feet to the head board as well in sort of loops made from belts. Ok I was starting to get into this now, so i linked my ankle cuffs together and passed one set of hand cuffs between my ankles and snapped them on my wrists behind me ... effectively hogtiying myself. I was just wandering off into a fantasy when i heard the doorbell ring... oh shit oh shit oh shit!!! never mind the door's locked they will go away. I heard keys in the door and started to panic (jesus!! if she finds out she'll go mental) I heard foot steps and voices on the stairs. It wasn't my girlfriend. The voice i heard was that of a friend of ours from a couple ofstreets away, She was calling out " He cant be in, but Im sure she said to let ourselves in and borrow what we wantedfrom her wardrobe". My only thought was to try to hide so i made a vein attempt to get to the edge of the bed furthest from the door and wardrobe. But 20 minutes in a hogtie had made it difficult for me to move at all. The door opened and the light came on, there was Izzy stood with her hand clamped over her mouth in shock. She took in the situation and the fact that i was bright pink with embarassment, then she started to giggle, then she started to laugh out loud. Through her laughter she managed to poke a little fun, she asked if we did this sort of thing much. I told her no and please please dont tell my other half she would go barmy. Izzy sat on the bed and eyed my naked body then she looked in the box lying open on the floor and pulled out a ball gag," now dear," she said, in a mocking voice,"looks like we have one over on you". "We?" I asked. "oh yes I think my friend will need to see whats going on here". With that she shouted down the stairs to Jackie to come up here a minute could she help with something. Jackie is another of my G/F's very good friends. Please post some comments and I will continue the story xxx |
| Name: | Dee |
| E-mail address: | DRB1Bails@aol.com |
| Title: | Great! |
| Comments: | Awsome story i cant wait to hear the rest, you had better conintue soon! |
| Name: | Emma |
| Comments: | Aww, im sad that your girlfriend doesnt tie you up. But i would like to hear the rest of this story. Hurry up and finish |
| Name: | Greg |
| Title: | Dee |
| Comments: | Keep going dee, i cant wait to hear the end. |
| Name: | Alex |
| Title: | Friends? 2 |
| Comments: | So to recap...
here i was buck naked having hogtied myself on my bed with two of my girlfriend's best chums giggling their faces off at me. I asked if they might please set me free and I think Izzy was about to go for the keys to help me out. But Jackie obviously had other ideas!! "Hang on Izzy lets think about this for a minute", she said, and with that dragged her out of the room, just as i was thinking "great my chance to get free Jackie turned around and whipped the keys from the bed. "you wont be needing these just yet will you?" with that she gave me a sly little smile and followed Izzy out of the room. I heard them going down stairs and into the kitchen. Our house is fairly open plan so you can hear anything from anywhere pretty much. Unfortunately all I could hear was muffled voices, and an occaisional fit of giggles. Izzy hadn't put the ball gag on me so i was still able to call out, although I'm not sure , with hindsight, that was such a good thing to happen. I started tocall to the girls to please let me go they had had a good laugh but enough was enough. Just then Izzy reappeared in the doorway, "shut up Dee will you? she said we are trying to think what we are gonna do with you" "ohcome on Izzy love just let me up" I pleaded. "whimp!" she said and with that she raised her skirt put her thumbs in the sides of her knicks and dragged them straight down and off i one very impressive movement which also allowed me a glimpse of her freshly waxed pussy. She balled up her panties held my nose and pushed them into my mouth. then she grabbed the gag lying next to me on the bedpopped the ball in in the same fashion and fastened it behind my head. "Shhhhh lil boy", in a mock soothing voice "you dont mind if we use the phone do you? all local calls" she laughed so hard she could hardly stand up. then she dissappeared again. Comments and mail welcome to be continued Dee |
| Name: | Dee |
| E-mail address: | DRB1Bails@aol.com |
| Title: | Dee |
| Comments: | Darn it Dee stop keeping me waiting :) You need to finish this story in the next round lil sub. |
| Name: | Emma |
| Title: | Dee |
| Comments: | Agreed, please contine. |
| Name: | Ned |
| Title: | Friends the last bit |
| Comments: | about 20 minutes passed and the 2 of them came back into the room with great big nasty smiles on their faces and Izzy had a glint in her eye that reminded me of the old days when i used to do this sort of thing more often.
"Right you perv, the reasonwe came over here was because Izzy wanted to borrow some clothes to come out clubbing in. And that is what we are gonna do. But first i think we are gonna help you feel a little more secure," said jackie. The started to rifle throuh the contents of my box and were soon satisfied that they had all they needed. I was flipped over onto my front and a soft rope was used to tie my right wrist and ankle together, it didn't seem too tight. then another rope was applied between my left wrist and ankle, but i was pulled so that i couls almost reach my knee with my left hand... way tight. Then the right side was released and retied in the same way. My elbows were tied together (behind me obviously) and a rope was tied around one knee through the elbow rope and around the other kneeso when it was pulled tight my knees were spread. I was flipped onto my back again, Jackie said I could now watch as Izzy was going to change here. She stripped quickly before she even began to pick out clothes. she made a great show of bending and stretching to reach everything she wanted. Jackie suggested she leave her panties off, at which she giggled and told her where they were. They both found this hilarious again. Soon Izzy was dressed and she looked stunning, I could feel my loins starting to twitch and i started to worry i would get a hardon to add to my embarassment. At that point the girls stood up and walked to the door. Izzy turned back and said" We're off out baby dee, be good and we'll drop by after the club and see about letting you go. Oh and by the way we called a couple of people so don't be surprised if you have a visitor or 2", My eyes must have been on stalks I was sooo panicing. I was stuck till 4 am when Izzy arrived back from the clubdrunk as anything. She told me in a slur that Jackie had gone home too drunk to make it any further. At that she produced a camera!!! The kind you just throw away when they are done and proceeded to take a whole roll of film of me tied and trussed, bound and gagged. "oh yeah," she said "one more thing to do" she grabbed my poor cold lil dick and pulled it and played until she made it hard and she shot the final picture. "Thats for insurance baby", she said, and collapsed on the bed next to me. About 6 in the morning she lifted her head and looked around. "ooops", she managed. And then started to untie me. It took about 15 minutes to let me go, she kept reminding me about the pictures but said she and Jackie hadn't reallt told anyone about it. But if i didn't behave and keep it to myself the pictures would come out!! To this day whenever I see Jackie and Izzy together they still give me that sly smile and Izzy still has that evil and incredibly sexy lil glint in her eye. Sorry i took so long hope you all enjoyed it. Dee xxx |
| Name: | Dee |
| Title: | Marcia tied up at the party |
| Comments: | Cool site. I have a story that fits in here I hope. It happened when I was in college a few years ago between me and my roommates. We had an off campus apartment in my junior year, me (Jan) and two other girls (Marcia and Cindy). I know that sounds too cute but I don’t want to use real names and I’ll just say that we went to a well known west coast school.
Anyway Cindy and I were kind of the plain Janes next to Marcia (you can see why I used those names!). Cindy actually had a cute face but she was a little heavy and because of that, she tried to hide with the Goth look. She wasn’t full-on into it, but she was an “Anne Rice fan” if you know what I mean, and she kind of looked like her with long black hair and bangs and big brown eyes that she used a lot of mascara on. Cindy liked to wear black capes and a dog collar and Doc Martens but she was really good in school and was the manager at a local bookstore. I’m just a skinny brunette (yes a “carpenter’s dream”) but I’ve been told that I have a nice butt and legs although I’m not as pretty as Cindy (I don’t think). But Marcia was the “hot girl” between us three, at least all the guys probably thought so because she had the Pam Anderson thing happening for her. She had the big blonde hair (she was natural at least but Cindy and I knew she highlighted like crazy) and with the right makeup on her she did look hot--big blue eyes and full lips and everything. And she knew she had a good bod because she was always in tight tops and painted on jeans and heels showing off those big boobs (she wore a D cup) and round bottom. Guys were always calling or coming by looking for her. Cindy had a boyfriend (a real weird guy but I won’t go there) and I got asked out once in a while but Marcia made us feel like chopped liver with all the guys who were hitting on her. And because Marcia knew she was hot stuff she acted like we were her servants or something. We shared a three bedroom apartment with one bathroom. It was actually the second floor of an old house a few blocks from school that was converted into two apartments, and the bedrooms were kind of small and three girls sharing one bathroom was a pain sometimes, mostly because Marcia thought she owned it. But we managed to get along probably because we didn’t really hang out together much outside of the apartment. We wouldn’t even be roommates except that the rent was cheap for this city and it was close to school. Anyway Marcia was always “too busy” to do any cleaning or anything so me and Cindy got stuck doing it. Cindy bitched about it one time and Marcia was all “I’m too busy!” which was crap because she only had to work a few hours a week as a restaurant hostess while Cindy had a busy job and I worked almost full time at a restaurant too, only I was a waitress and worked pretty hard. Plus Cindy and I spent a lot of time studying while Marcia never seemed to because she was always out on dates or whatever. One day Cindy and I were getting the place ready for a party we were holding that night. Naturally Marcia wasn’t around to help, and it was her idea to hold the party. She even invited a few of the guys who were after her at the time probably hoping a fight would break out over her. Anyway we were bitching about how Marcia wasn’t helping us clean and set up (and we were picking up mostly her clothes which we threw into her room) and she probably wouldn’t help us clean up tomorrow because she was going “camping” or something for the whole rest of the weekend. “We should really fuck her up somehow” Cindy said. (Sorry to swear but that’s what she said). I asked her what she meant. “I don’t know some kind of trick we can play on her.” We talked about dumb stuff like crazy gluing her drawers shut or tossing her underwear out on the lawn and high school kinds of stuff. Then Cindy yelled “I know! We can tie her up before the party!” “What do you mean?” I stared at her. She grabbed her handbag (it was an old army bag or something) and said she would be back. I kept tidying up the place until she got back. Cindy came back with a bag from the hardware store that she dumped on the couch. She got some packages of thin white rope and a roll of silver duct tape. “Wow! I didn’t think you were serious!” I said. “Totally! Marcia’s gonna freak, but she’s got it coming to her!” Cindy told me that when Marcia got home we should wait until she wasn’t looking and then jump her and tie her up. I said Marcia will yell for help before we could do anything. “No she won’t. I’m gonna sit on top of her and put these on her” she pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs from her bag. She sometimes wore them on her belt when she went out with her Goth buddies. “And you’re gonna gag her before she can yell.” Cindy told me to go into Marcia’s room and get a pair of her panties we can use to gag her with. She stuck her head in the door when I was in there. “Get a pair from her dirty laundry pile” she had a big smile on her face. I found a pair of black ones that didn’t smell too bad even though I didn’t take a big sniff to find out. Cindy said they would do and said that I can stuff them in her mouth and use the duct tape to hold them in. She said we could tie her to one of the kitchen chairs and let her be a “decoration” for the party. “No! Wait a minute!” She yelled and I could see she was getting into this. I thought it was dangerous but even I kind of started to get into it. Cindy said “Let’s put one of the chairs in the bathtub and drag her in there and tie her there! Then we can close the curtain and she’ll have to stay quiet when somebody comes in to use the toilet!” I told her that was wild but I didn’t argue with her. Cindy wondered if there was some kind of trigger we could use that would tell people Marcia was there unless she stayed still or quiet. I wondered just how twisted Cindy’s mind got when I blurted out “What about the wind chimes?” Cindy’s face lit up when she looked at me. “Hey! Great! I hate those fucking things anyway!” (Sorry again but she said it). “We have to think of some way to do it but I think it will work.” Then Cindy stashed the rope under a pillow on the couch and hid the handcuffs in her pants pocket. I put Marcia’s panties in my own pocket and put the duct tape on a shelf nearby. We talked about the best way to overpower Marcia. She worked out a lot and was pretty strong but Cindy was sure that with the two of us and her weight and the element of surprise we could do it. Marcia came home about an hour later. She said she was glad to see the apartment was clean for the party before she went into her bedroom to change. See, I told you she deserves it, Cindy hissed at me. When Marcia came out of her room she was wearing a red sleeveless vest and black miniskirt and ankle boots. Cindy stuck out her foot and tripped her and pushed her down to the floor. “Now Jan!” Cindy yelled at me. She had already put one cuff on Marcia’s wrist and was trying to grab her other hand. I was frozen from watching Cindy jump Marcia but Cindy’s voice woke me up. I pulled the panties from my pocket and kneeled down and grabbed Marcia’s big hair so I could stuff them into her mouth. “Hey what the fuck! Stop it you two! What are you doing!” Marcia yelled. “Gag her already!” I stuffed the panties in but forgot the tape. I grabbed it from the shelf and started tearing off strips to put on Marcia’s face. Marcia started pushing out the panties from her mouth. “Just wrap it around her head dammit!” Cindy yelled. She grabbed Marcia’s other wrist and cuffed it too. I finished wrapping the tape around Marcia’s head and tore it off. Marcia kept yelling and squirming but her sound was muffled and her eyes were huge. Cindy sat up but kept her knee in Marcia’s back. “Go get the chair and put it in the bathroom” she told me. Then she grabbed Marcia’s hair. “Get up bitch! And no funny stuff!” I wanted to laugh when I heard that even though everything was happening so fast and it was a little scary what we were doing to Marcia, but I got the chair and walked in front of Cindy and Marcia to the bathroom. I put the chair in the tub and got out of the way as Cindy wrestled Marcia into the room. Marcia was pretty fit and was putting up a good fight and was “mmmmmfing” a lot but her hands were cuffed behind her and Cindy was a big girl. “Go get the rope” Cindy told me and Marcia started squirming more, so I hurried to grab the bundles of rope. When I got back Cindy had got Marcia to sit in the chair in the middle of the tub. Her arms were draped over the back of the chair. Cindy took the first rope and wrapped it around Marcia’s chest, pinning it and her upper arms to the back of the chair. “Tie her legs” Cindy told me. I picked up a rope and started to tie Marcia’s feet together. Cindy noticed and said “No wait, see if you can pull her feet back to the back of the chair.” Marcia kicked at me and “mmmmmfed” but Cindy suddenly grabbed her nipple through the tight vest and twisted and said “Give her your foot unless you want me to twist this off!” Marcia “mmmmmffed” even louder but her foot went slack and I tied it to the back leg of the chair. It was harder to tie her other foot because it was on the other side between her chair and the wall but I managed to tie that one too. Now Marcia sat tied to the chair with her knees apart because her feet were tied up to the back of the chair and her little miniskirt rode up to her hips exposing her black thong panties. Her handcuffs clinked as she struggled, but Cindy and I did a good job even though it was pretty tight with all three of us in the tub. Cindy looked up at the shower head and the steel rack on the opposite wall. “I think I have an idea about those wind chimes.” She went out. Marcia glared at me while she “mmmmffed” some more and yanked her hands around behind her. I felt a little freaked out and guilty and wondered if we should undo her but then I thought about how I had to clean the bathroom last weekend and the first person to use it was Marcia who didn’t even say anything about it so I didn’t feel so bad about it. I heard dinging and ringing before Cindy came back. “I hate these damn things!” she muttered as she came in. “But I think Marcia is gonna hate them even more.” Marcia looked at the wind chimes more puzzled than anything. Cindy looked around a bit then looked at me. “Hey, go get my dog collar from my chest willya?” I got it and Cindy told me to put it around Marcia’s neck. It was about an inch wide and made of leather with silver studs around it. “Keep it loose because I need to tie this rope to it.” Cindy tied one end of the rope to one of the wind chimes. It was the one with the Japanese looking disks suspended right on top of each other. She hung it from the shower nozzle so that the rope slid up and down easily and then tied the other end of the rope to Marcia’s (well Cindy’s) collar. Then Cindy grabbed Marcia’s handcuffs and pulled them one way and the other. Marcia turned around to look and the wind chimes started jingling around. Cindy laughed “Better keep still Marcia! I’m just seeing how much movement you have with your hands.” Cindy tied the end of another rope to the other wind chimes which were the long rods hanging close together. These two were probably the loudest chimes on our front landing. Cindy looped the rope over the rack behind Marcia and tied the other end to her handcuffs, onto the short chain between the cuffs. Now Marcia had to hold her head steady and have her hands hanging straight down if she didn’t want the chimes to move and start ringing. Cindy fished her handcuff key from her pocket. She smiled at Marcia. “When the first people get here I’m gonna put this on the edge of the tub. You’ll just be able to reach over for it and try to unlock those handcuffs but when you move you’re gonna make those chimes ring so you’ll have to think about it” she giggled. “In the meantime we’ll pull the curtain closed so you have some privacy” she giggled again and I found myself giggling too but probably more out of nervousness “but you’ll have to be very quiet when people come it or else they’ll hear you!” Now Cindy and I both laughed while Marcia “mmmmmffed!” and made the chimes ring again. I found myself saying “And we’ve got a lot of beer so this bathroom is gonna be pretty busy!” We both cracked up again and Marcia looked panicked. Cindy pulled the curtain closed, it was dark blue plastic and you couldn’t see through it. Then we went out to finish getting ready. We could hear the chimes once in a while as we got ready. “We can hear you Marcia” Cindy called out. When the first people knocked on the door Cindy went into the bathroom. When she came out she winked at me. About ten people showed up including three guys “dating” Marcia and who kept asking where she was. “I don’t know she’s supposed to be here, she knows we’re having a party tonight” is what Cindy and I kept saying. We told people we had to keep the music down because of the neighbors but we really wanted to make sure the stereo didn’t drown out the chimes if they started ringing. It didn’t matter much because people were drinking beer and they started going to the bathroom pretty regularly. I kept looking at Cindy every time somebody went in and she looked like she was ready to crack up every time. I wondered what Marcia was thinking every time somebody took a leak right next to her not knowing that she was gagged and tied to a chair right on the other side of the shower curtain. I wondered how she could sit still and not even breathe loud when somebody was in there not to mention having to listen to somebody go to the bathroom right next to you and not get grossed out. Maybe she was getting grossed out but the fear of getting discovered was worse. Pretty soon we turned off the music and watched a video, and it got quieter in the apartment. I kept looking over at the bathroom which was right off the hallway about ten feet from the couch. I swear I heard the chimes bang together a few times and looked over at Cindy. Sometimes she didn’t notice and sometimes she looked at me with a grin so I guessed I wasn’t hearing it all myself particularly when I noticed a couple of people looking around too. In the middle of the movie Cindy got up and went into her room and then into the bathroom. She was in there for a little while and I figured she was doing something to Marcia but I didn’t know what. When she came out she came by me and tapped my arm and pointed to the kitchen. “I gave Marcia a little surprise” she whispered then waited until one of the guys got a beer from the fridge. “I have this little egg vibrator that I stuck into Marcia’s panties and turned it on!” My hand flew to my mouth and we both started giggling hysterically. “Isn’t somebody gonna hear it going if they go in there though?” “I turned it to low then tucked it up under her and told her hold very still!” We started giggling again. “What’s so funny?” somebody asked when we sat down again. “Just girl stuff” I said unable to stop smiling. About ten minutes later everybody heard a clanging. “What’s that? Wind chimes? It’s not windy outside” one of the guys said. “It sounds like it’s coming from inside” somebody else said. People stood up and looked around, starting to get curious. The clanging started again. “Sounds like it’s coming from the bathroom” Darcy (not her real name), my friend from chemistry said. “You got wind chimes in your bathroom?” “I didn’t see any in there” somebody else said. Cindy stood up with a really surprised face. “We don’t have wind chimes in the bathroom!” As soon as people started to move to the bathroom Cindy and I sprinted to the doorway. One of the guys pulled back the shower curtain and then went “Woaaah!” Cindy and I pushed into the bathroom. Marcia’s eyes were huge above the silver duct tape as she stared at everyone else staring at her and screamed “Mmmmmmff!” She was still wriggling on the chair and the chimes were ringing because she couldn’t keep still. There was total quiet for like a second before this big sound just exploded from everybody who was looking at Marcia talking and yelling at once. What happened to her? Who did this to her? Why did they do this to her? What did she do? Should we untie her? and a bunch of other questions were yelled at once and then a lot of laughing and snickering and somebody saying “Marcia is kinky! Marcia is kinky!” in a sing song way. Cindy pulled me closer to the tub and pointed to the floor of the tub. There was her handcuff key. “Unless someone knocked it in she tried to make a grab for it.” Tamara (again not her real name), a friend of Cindy’s heard her and said “So you did this to her? How come?” Cindy grinned at her and said “Because she’s a bitch! Do you need another reason?” Everybody laughed and started razzing Marcia, calling her bitch and slut and tease. Cindy put her arms up and tried to quiet everybody but when people quieted down she said “I think we should keep her tied up. Who’s with me?” Yeah! Yeah! Cool! Awesome! a bunch of people yelled. I couldn’t tell if anyone disagreed with the group but a couple of girls kind of looked at Marcia and then at each other with their hands over their mouths. After Cindy and I undid the wind chime ropes, the three guys looking to hit on Marcia reached in and picked up the chair and carried her out of the tub. They brought her into the living room and put her right in the middle of the floor. Marcia was twisting her head back and forth and “mmmmmffing!” a lot. When they carried her out the little control unit for the vibrator fell out of wherever Cindy stashed it and it dangled from the front of the chair until it fell and pulled out the vibrator which was still going. “Ooh she is kinky!” Tamara laughed. She got into Marcia’s face and stuck out her tongue and made faces at her and taunted her “kinky slut! kinky slut!” Marcia frowned and shook her head while “mmmmmffing!” again. Tamara is Gothier (I know that’s not a word) than Cindy and really didn’t like Marcia. A few people left at this point, they had puzzled or disgusted or whatever looks on their faces. Who was left was the three guys hitting on her and Tamara and Cindy’s boyfriend and Cindy and I and a couple of my male friends from chem class, one of them came with Darcy but Darcy left and he stayed. Marcia was still struggling and “mmmmffing!” a lot looking at us with her big eyes trying I guess to get us to let her go. I just knew that everybody left wanted to see her kept tied up including me I have to admit, it was weird but it was kind of exciting to see Marcia bound and gagged and trying to get free while we all watched her try. I know the guys were getting off on seeing her like that, Marcia had a sexy body and it was displayed pretty nicely at this point. Cindy and Tamara whispered to each other quickly and then they went to Marcia with smiles on their face. Marcia started whining as she watched them. Cindy picked up the vibrating egg from the floor and tucked it back into Marcia’s panties. Marcia struggled and shook her head and tried to close her legs but the way I tied them she couldn’t do anything about that. As Cindy did that Tamara unbuttoned Marcia’s vest. It was tight and buttoned right up the front with white buttons that looked like they were ready to pop off anyway from Marcia’s big boobs. Tamara undid all the buttons except for the one in the middle so that Marcia’s vest was ready to bust open. Marcia whined even more but all she could do was just watch as Tamara did it. As Tamara did that, Cindy left the room and came back with a rope trailing from her hand. She bent down next to Marcia and said “We’re gonna play a game called Race Against Time.” She put the end of the rope in Marcia’s hand and said “the key to your handcuffs is tied to other end of this rope. You have to gather up the rope and get the key and try to unlock your cuffs and then free yourself from the chair.” Marcia looked at Cindy and hummed some stuff at her while shaking her head. “I know it sounds too easy” Cindy taunted her “so we’ll make it harder for you by timing you. If you’re not free in the first five minutes I’m going to turn the vibrator on to low.” Marcia shook her head and hummed louder. Cindy patted the tip of Marcia’s nose with her finger “Wait it gets better. If you’re not free five minutes after that I’m going to turn it to medium. Five minutes after that it goes to high and stays there until you get free or” Cindy laughed and slapped her leg “just don’t let it go to high!” Marcia looked like she’d seen a serial killer or something by the look in her eyes. Cindy turned to Justin, her boyfriend (no not his real name) and said “Get ready to time her.” When Justin looked at his watch and nodded she turned to Marcia and shouted “Go!” and Marcia jumped and “mmmmfffed” and it took her a second or two to start pulling on the rope. “Don’t drop it” Cindy warned “unless you can reach down to get it again.” We watched Marcia’s hands pull the other end of the rope to bring it to her. She looked like she was concentrating really hard and whimpering as she did it. We saw the end of the rope come around the corner of the hall and bounce across the carpet on the way to her hands. Marcia finally got the end with the handcuff key in her fingers and she frowned really hard as she felt around trying to figure it out and hold the right end. Then she felt around the wide part of the handcuff on the opposite hand of the one she was holding the key with and started to tap and slide the end of the key around looking for the hole. The whole time she was doing this her chest and legs wiggled around and I looked at the guys who were totally staring at her body. Justin yelled “Five minutes!” and Cindy flicked the switch on the vibrator control and we heard a quiet steady buzzing. Marcia gave a jolt in her chair and went “Huuuuuuuuh!” and her thighs twitched when she squeezed them shut or tried to anyway. Her hands shook and I think she remembered not dropping the key because she squeezed it in her hand before she tried to find the hole again. Her wiggling got stronger and her breathing got heavier and finally the one button left buttoned on her vest popped open and her vest flew open and her boobs bounced out. “Yeah!! Wooo-hoooo!” everybody yelled, well the guys did anyway and they were staring at Marcia’s boobs which bobbed around because Marcia was still struggling even though she went “Ummmmmmmm!” in a whiny voice and her eyes started shining a little because it looked like she was going to cry, but as we watched her nipples got really hard anyway although I know that sometimes when I get scared my nipples get really hard even though I’m not feeling horny. I guess it didn’t matter to the guys because they hooted again and Marcia’s face got really red. Tamara went up to Marcia and taunted her “Not even wearing a bra you little slut!” The ropes running underneath her boobs seemed to make them stand out even more. Justin yelled “time!” and Cindy turned up the vibrator one more setting. Marcia went “Eeeeeeeeeeee!” in a really high voice and we heard the clank clank clank really fast as her hands flapped around and she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back. Marcia was squirming like crazy on the chair now and even though she was trying to still find the key hole she looked like she wasn’t concentrating on that anymore. “God it seems hard enough to find the hole even without being distracted like that” I said to Cindy. Cindy whispered in my ear “Jan when I cuffed her I made sure the key holes were pointing up and away from where the key is now. She’ll never twist her hand over to get the key in the hole.” I stared at her and I knew my mouth and my eyes were wide open. “You’re terrible Cindy! Marcia is…” I started to say but Cindy said “totally fucked!” before I could finish. Justin yelled “time!” again and Cindy cranked up the vibrator and yelled “That’s it Marcia you’re out of time!” Marcia really flipped this time. She started bucking her hips back and forth while this harsh “Ohhhhhhhhhh!” came out of her gagged mouth. We saw her drop the handcuff key and then her hands balled up into fists and opened again really fast, but I don’t think she realized she dropped it at least not right away. I thought the chair was going to break because she was almost riding it like they rode that mechanical bull in that movie all the while going “Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhh!” and her boobs were just flopping and bouncing all over her chest and it was pretty obvious she was going to have an orgasm. “Wooo-hoooo!” a couple of the guys shouted but the rest of us were just staring at her and it looked like Marcia forgot we were even there because she went “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!” really loudly and her eyes rolled up as her hips thrust out over and over until she finally slumped back into the chair, her head drooping and her chest heaving. This story is getting really long so I’ll end it soon. We kept Marcia tied to the chair even after she came. Cindy turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of her panties, it was wet and shiny looking and Cindy went “Ewwwwww!” and wiped it off on Marcia’s chest. The three guys who were looking to get laid by Marcia argued over who got to do her later on, and they decided to play a game and the winner got Marcia. They picked out Sorry from the games we had (I know it sounds lame but the only other game we had was Monopoly which would have been too long) and started playing, one of my chem class buddies (the guy who came with Darcy) got into the game even though the three guys didn’t want to at first. While they played Cindy and Tamara and I tormented Marcia a little bit by tickling her sides and rubbing ice cubes over her nipples and breasts. At one point Cindy slipped a couple ice cubes into Marcia’s panties, Marcia’s eyes went wide and she went “Ooooooooooommff!” and wriggled and gasped like mad until they melted. After Marcia settled down Tamara made a game of getting Marcia’s nipples hard by dripping ice water on them and blowing on them. Marcia squawked but she just looked helpless each time they hardened even though she couldn’t stop them from hardening. (I should say that my other chem buddy who couldn’t play Sorry because it is for four people only, kind of hit on me a bit but I wasn’t interested in him, and when Tamara and Cindy and I started tormenting Marcia we ignored him so he kind of sulked a bit before he stomped out of the apartment). Luckily for Marcia, the guy who Cindy and I figured Marcia was most interested in won the game. We untied Marcia from the chair. She had been sitting like that for 3-4 hours at least and was really stiff and sore when she finally got to stand up. There were wide red marks on the inside of her thighs from where the chair pressed against them and thin red marks across her arms and waist from the ropes Cindy tied around her to hold her to the back of the chair. I tied the ropes around her feet around her boots so they were OK. Marcia was still gagged and handcuffed and Cindy told the guy he should take her home like that because his place was only ten minutes away. The guy laughed and said OK even though Marcia “mmmmmffed” and frowned and shook her head. She had those panties taped into her mouth for 3-4 hours too and I wondered how she could stand it any longer. Tamara laughed and told Marcia she’d better stop complaining or she’ll leave without us buttoning up her vest again and Marcia shut up right away. Cindy just handed the guy the key to the handcuffs and tied a rope to the front of the collar and handed that to him, and told him just to give the handcuffs and collar back to her later. The guy pulled on the rope and he and Marcia left. I almost wanted to follow them just to see Marcia being led through the neighborhood at the end of a rope with her mouth gagged and her hands cuffed behind her. The next day Marcia came back. I was worried that she’d call the cops or be really pissed off at us but she just walked in, threw the handcuffs and key and collar on the couch next to Cindy and went into her bedroom and closed the door. She came out later with a bag and left the apartment without saying anything. She came back late on Sunday night. That week she stayed away from us as much as possible and didn’t say much and didn’t say anything about what happened during the party. At the end of the week she told Cindy and I that she was moving out that weekend. She still went to the same school but I never saw much of her again, but every time I did see her she saw me and looked away quickly. I felt kind of bad about helping to do that to her but she kind of deserved it. Sorry this is so long but even a few years later the details are really vivid because I never did a mean prank with bondage before or since. |
| Name: | Jan |
| Title: | marcia marcia marcia! |
| Comments: | Great story Jan!!! thanks for sharing! next time invite me! |
| Name: | Todd |
| Title: | New Dreambook Holding Story Contest |
| Comments: | My friend Lila has a new Dreambook (see URL below), and she's having a story contest for first person f/f stories, real or fantasy, by female writers. I know she loves this site, I think some of the stuff here (like the very first story, or the one just before this post) is just the kind of stuff she's looking for. Note that there are no actual prizes in this contest, though! |
| Name: | Valkyrie |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/guttergaunt/stories.html |
| Title: | RE: New Dreambook Holding Story Contest |
| Comments: | Valkyrie, I'm curious about one part of your friend Lila's "contest": How are you, or she, going to know whether or not the contributor is a "female writer"? I've read through her blog and I see the "I'm not really a lesbian but I'm just not into guys anymore" aspect.
I'm a guy; my posts are in several of these Dreambooks including (logically enough) my own. However, and here is my point, I've also posted using other aliases--including female ones. No, I'm not trying to attract undue attention, but if my story is told from the female perspective, I don't want to sully the illusion by having a guy's name attached to the post. So, if I were to post a story in Lila's Dreambook, how are you going to know which gender I am? Or does it matter as long as the story is passable? I'm not trying to be a troll; I'm just curious about this gender restriction (no pun intended). |
| Name: | SAB Book Admin |
| E-mail address: | bound2bwild@hotmail.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://books.dreambook.com/ddtfromoc/sab.html |
| Title: | RE: New Dreambook Holding Story Contest |
| Comments: | Good question! I know that Lila has claimed before that she can always tell the difference between male and female writing, but I don't buy that, because how would she know if she was wrong?
So I guess the answer is that stories have to be either by women, or they have to be from a female point of view, submitted under a female name, and be good enough to fool her! It's not like she's some kind of man-hating dyke or anything... she loves sexy stories, and I doubt she's going to complain if she gets a good one! She also didn't say they had to be written just for her contest, so I guess you could even submit ones you've already written for other sites if you want to! |
| Name: | Valkyrie |
| Title: | New Dreambook Holding Story Contest |
| Comments: | It would appear that Lila "Is in more dire need of a blowjob than any white man in history."*
* Robin Williams, "Good Morning Vietnam" |
| Name: | Johnny Dogs |
| Title: | hi |
| Comments: | hey i wana know if u go the altamate prank email me lilprinsess46@hotmail.com |
| Name: | shawna |
| E-mail address: | lilprinsess46@hotmail.com |
| Title: | 20 years later... |
| Comments: | Some time ago I wrote about a prank that went a little to far. I was the unwilling victim of adolescent retribution that left me hogtied and gagged in my father’s garage. The upshot is that from then on bondage became an integral part of my life. For me, there’s nothing better than being kept bound and gagged at my lover’s mercy.
About 20 years had passed since that incident in the garage when I met up with one of the girls who had tied me up. Of course, it was very awkward. We were now both grown professional women. I was leaving a sales meeting and did a double take when I noticed her in the elevator (about three feet from me!). We were both rather embarrassed but couldn’t deny the obvious, so when the elevator opened on the lobby we reintroduced ourselves. After some nervous small talk, she said, “Well, if you can’t say anything then I must. I’ve always felt bad about what we did to you that day. It was much too cruel. I hope you’ll forgive me. I never hated you, and I was a real wimp to the peer pressure. They wanted to tie you up, so I just went along with it. Let me at least take you to dinner.” We agreed to meet at a local place later that evening. I went home to shower and change, and to think about how the dinner might turn out. I believed she was sincere in her apologies, but, frankly, I found her rather cute in her business attire (with her cute button nose, hair tied in a tight bun, and ample, perfectly-shaped chest) and thought I might indulge in some mischief of my own. At dinner we spoke more of that day. How she felt; how I felt. She was most curious as to how I dealt with it. I told her how that day had changed me, how it made me more responsive to a woman’s touch. “I’ve explored bondage in my sex life since then,” I told her. “It’s not as deviant as it sounds.” “I have to admit I’ve always been a little curious,” she replied. “Not that I feel particularly drawn to women. But since that day I have wondered what it was like for you after we tied you up like that. I’ve always wanted to ask a boyfriend to tie me up, just for fun, but I can’t, I’m too ashamed, it sounds to creepy. Plus, with a guy…you know.” “I know,” I said. After an awkward pause I asked her if she’d like to have a nightcap at my place. “We can talk a little more about this stuff if you’d like, where it’s more private.” At my place I poured us some wine. We took off our shoes and I could see she was feeling more relaxed with me. I had put some rope and a gag in a drawer next to the coach. I pulled out a coil of rope. “So, listen,” I said. “I have some rope. Would you like me to tie you up a little bit? I mean, if you’re still curious. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our secret.” “Well, okay,” she replied. “Maybe just my hands or something. I don’t want to go crazy.” “How about I only tie your hands for a few minutes,” I said. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll untie right away.” “Okay. What should I do?” she asked. “Put your wrists together, no-no, behind your back. That’s it. Don’t you remember how you all tied me up?” “Honestly, it happened so fast I can’t remember the details.” I had just bound her wrists behind her back and I wanted her to get used to it before really turning it up. “So how does that feel,” I asked her. “It feels okay, I guess, a little weird. I don’t think I can get of this on my own.” I could hear the worry and trepidation in her voice. She was nervous but was trying not to appear so. I sat her down on the couch and tried to engage her in conversation in order to distract her from the actual situation. I sat down next to her and lit a cigarette. We chatted for a while, mostly about how different our lives were as teenagers. We were neither friends nor rivals, but we knew the same kids and we exchanged stories about who was doing what, the reunion neither of us attended, who had moved away etc. As we spoke she tested more and more the rope binding her wrists behind her, occasionally stretching her hands to her side to see, yet again, how she had been bound. I didn’t want her to feel too nervous, not yet. For me, having her bound slightly in an almost casual environment was the greatest turn on. When she said, “Uhm, can I be untied now, please?” I knew I had her going. Small beads of sweat now appeared on her brow. Her plaintive voice was a sign to both of us that I was in charge, that she was at my mercy. I exhaled a great plume of smoke and smiled. “Not just yet, hon. You should stay tied for a while to see how you can deal with it. After all, you wanted to see how I felt when you girls tied me, no?” “Well, I think I get an idea. Like I said, I’m real sorry we did that to you.” “I survived, sweety. I’m going to tie your ankles now. I don’t want you running away.” “Please, no,” she said, and tried to draw away. I grabbed her ankles with both hands and bound them quickly. “Let me tell you what I have planned for tonight. Since you’re curious about things, and since you seem sincere about wanting to make it up to me, I’ve decided to show you the ropes, as it were. I have no intention of hurting you. I don’t want to hurt you. But don’t make me angry, okay?” “What do you mean? Why are you still tying me up? I don’t think I want to play anymore.” “Just go along with things. Ever since that day you girls left me hogtied in the garage I kept thinking about revenge. But now that I have you tied up I find instead that I’m a little attracted to you, and I really need to share this experience with you. When it’s all over you may leave, and hate me and never return. But at least for tonight you’re mine.” She stared at me, wide eyed, and her breathing grew more rapid. “This is just to keep you quiet, sweetheart,” I said. I walked behind her and strapped a rubber ball gag securely into her mouth. I grabbed another coil of rope and began tying her elbows together. “So let me explain a few things I’ve learned over the years, in case you ever need to tie someone up again. When you bind your prisoner you want the rope to be tight but not too tight. Above all, however, you want your prisoner to feel helpless and hopeless. When you girls tied me you tied me good; I definitely felt helpless, and afraid, especially after you gagged me and left me there. I knew I couldn’t escape, nor scream for help, and that’s what I want you to feel. The soft but determined feel of rope when it’s tied right. The knowledge that you’ve been captured and are controlled by another upon whom you depend for release. The vulnerability and the helplessness, I want you to feel that most of all.” I finished binding her elbows and laid her facedown on the couch. She struggled a bit and tried to speak, to no avail. “I’m going to hogtie you now, hon. Then I’ll leave you alone for a while so you can get used to it. Like I said, I’m not going to hurt you. But don’t think for a second that you can escape. You’re bound and gagged, so you’d better get used to it.” I drew her ankles up to her wrists and bound them together, tightly. I intended to leave her alone for a couple of hours, but I really enjoyed what I saw, so I lit another cigarette and poured myself a glass of wine. I watched her without saying word and I’m sure the silence served to heighten her fear. She lay there, testing her bonds, glancing at me from time to time. God only knows what was running through her mind. Would I kill her? Was I sexual sadist? Or would it all turn out as just some extended practical joke? To be continued… |
| Name: | Kathy Montrose |
| E-mail address: | kathymontrose@yahoo.com |
| Title: | Reunion Part II |
| Comments: | So, I had tricked my friend into a little bondage game and by now had her hogtied and gagged on my couch. She wore a smart knee-length skirt and a sheer white blouse. She was bound hand and foot with white cotton rope and a black leather ball gag was buckled tightly into her mouth. I could see that she was extremely nervous and dared not move nor make a sound. As I said, my intention was to increase her fear and confusion by keeping her tied up without explanation. I put on some soft music and set about doing all those domestic chores I always put off. I did the dishes, folded the laundry and even vacuumed. Only now I had this beautiful captive and the rush of being in such control was wonderful. She watched me, shifting about from time to time as the bindings and gag grew more uncomfortable. Her every twitch and muffled moan sent chills up my spine. I knew I couldn’t keep her like this too much longer and that keeping her tied up against her will, even as a prank, might constitute a criminal act.
I sat next to her on the couch and ran my fingers through her hair. She struggled to say “please” through the gag and I could see tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. It was time to untie and reward her. “So baby, have you had enough?” I whispered. She mumbled excitedly and fought hard against the rope to show me how desperate she was to be set free. I untied the rope binding her wrists and ankles together and sat her up. I unbuttoned her blouse. She squirmed and protested as I ran my fingers over her breasts and between her thighs. Clearly, she had never been touched by a woman and felt violated. “I’m going to untie your legs now but I don’t want you running away just yet. We have a little more to do before I can let you go.” She tried to run after I unbound her legs, but I pushed her back down, hard. She yelled as much as she could through the gag as I lifted her skirt… When it was all over I untied her wrists and I kissed her as I took of the gag. She kissed me back and held my hand, so I knew everything was all right. She had never been taken that far and was still a bit shaken. Nor had I ever had an experience so intense. I poured us a brandy and offered her a cigarette. We sipped our drinks and smoked in silence. She kept her hands in her lap and stared off to some far away place. I couldn’t take my eyes from her as I ran my fingers through her hair. |
| Name: | Kathy Montrose |
| E-mail address: | kathymontrose@yahoo.com |
| Title: | Hope that story was fake |
| Comments: | So you were held and bound against your will, an experience that was frightening and had mental reprecussions for years into your life...so you decided to do the same thing???? But the difference is you are a grown woman and they were still teens. You're worse than them and damn lucky you're not in jail right now. |
| Name: | wow |
| Title: | hope you won't post again |
| Comments: | Thanks for shutting the authors up, wow. No wonder people don't post with critics like you around.
Let's get the stories going again! |
| Name: | erg |
| Name: | Shelby |
| E-mail address: | chellbeee@juno.com |
| Title: | Vegetarian torture |
| Comments: | I am now a 36 year old woman and I have been a vegetarian for 20 years. I went vegan at 17 (meaning no animal products at all, dairy or egg included), so most of that time I've been vegan.
I used to very vocal about it and I'd go to protests, pass out flyers about animal rights and all sorts of stuff. I work at a real estate firm and a new employee was hired that came in wearing an extravegant mink coat. I bit my tongue but only for so long. One day at lunch I tore into her about all the little mink that died to make her coat. Little did I know Ms. Mink Coat has quite a revenge streak. Over the next few weeks the mink girl, who we will call Carla, stopped wearing the coat. She started being really nice to me, asking questions about animal rights, and indicating she was interested in being vegetarian. I really thought I'd won her over. One night she even invited me to the park to cook veggie burgers on the girl and have girl talk. I thought that sounded fun, and honestly, being bisexual I was kind of aroused by the idea of sitting in the park at night with her by ourselves. Carla has long brown hair and what must be D cup boobs on a petite frame. She is tall and I've noticed her legs on many an occassion. I am not chopped liver either. But I am 5'4 and I have chin length dyed red hair. I have no ass but my boobs are pretty big, 34C or D depending on the bra. When we got to the park we shared some wine and we got a little tipsy. Carla got very flirty and I got brave and outright told her I am bi and very curious about her. She blew cigarette smoke in my face and goes "honey, I'm going to so own you now". I had no idea what she meant but I thought it must be good! Carla threw a duffle bag over her shoulder and grabbed my hand, leading me into the back of the park in a wooded area by a fence. I started joking about how kinky it seemed and she kissed me, then told me to strip. I had my clothes on the grass in 1 second flat, I was so ready for this. I started to lift her shirt, but she stopped me and put a blindfold on me. Kinky I thought. Next she ordered me to lay on the ground in front of the fence. I did and I quickly felt rope tying one wrist to the fence and then the other. Then, silence. For 10 minutes I wondered what was going on as it sounded like Carla had walked off. Finally I heard her voice, but I still had my blind fold on. I was like ok, what's next and she ripped my blindfold off. Before me was Carla, in her big mink coat, laughing and pointing at me! I didn't know if I should be aroused or mad and then she started saying my boobs sag way too much for my age, my red hair dye is ugly and that I have too many freckles on my cleavage. I was starting to get upset and then she opens up the duffle bag. Out comes 2 big things of raw ground beef. I started kicking my legs but she grabbed them and tied them together. After that I got totally coated in ground beef! Carla took pictures and then slightly cut each rope so I could eventually rub it through on the fence and get away. She then left me there. The next morning she came up and before I could say a word showed me one of the pics she had taken of me. I could either admit what happened but everyone would see the pictures. Or, I could keep my mouth shut. I said "Carla, you win." She replied with "I knew you wouldn't want anyone to see how bad your boobs sag" and walked away. Within a month Carla got a promotion and is now my boss! |
| Name: | Ashley |
| E-mail address: | ash@aol.com |
| Title: | Damn |
| Comments: | Wow what a bitch. I would have had the pics shown and sued her ass and got her fired. Thanks for the story though Ashley and let's keep posting and keep this board going! |
| Name: | Antonio |
| Title: | For Ashley |
| Comments: | Great story. I'm with Antonio, you need to get back at her. But Ms. Mink Coat doesn't need a lawsuit, she needs a long bondage session, with you in charge this time.
I suggest you tell her you only agreed to her "game" because you knew she was going to get the promotion. Say you don't want to lodge a complaint for 'workplace harassment', but just want to restore your trust in her. And a light game of bondage would do the trick nicely! I think she might go for it because she's new to your firm and could feel insecure about her position, especially with the quick promotion. (Also, she's obviously very kinky). One other suggestion: if you do get her, lay out a huge vegetarian meal -(bad-tasting, lots of Brussel Sprouts!)- and tell her she stays tied until she eats up every scrap. Good luck! |
| Name: | Revenge Guy |
| Title: | Hello! |
| Comments: | Hello! |
| Name: | Hello? |
| Title: | sup? |
| Comments: | hi. anybody out there?? must be a prank or two lurking. m'mon people!! |
| Name: | todd |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.fillinyourwebpagehere.com |
| Title: | about your first time tied |
| Comments: | i think that if you were tricked into being tied up and gagged by your supposed best friend, wouldn't it make sense to END your friendship with her?? Or to at least give your mother a piece of your mind?? I know I would do those things.
2 other questions: 1. Did u ever bind and gag your friend as payback? 2. What color(s) were you gagged with the first time this happened to you?? |
| Name: | joseph |
| E-mail address: | jde316@juno.com |
| Title: | sexy tied |
| Comments: | I have never been tied up before but i have this fantasy. iT goes that I am with my family in a hotel on vacation. We would all go somewhere all day like disney land.Any way I would fake being sick so I could stay in our room. So I would bring alond a pair of handcuffs and a long piece of cloth to gag myself with. An there would be a closet in between our room and the room next to us.
Then I gag myself, take off my shirt and handcuff my hands behind my back. i am so excited that I stay like that for 30 minutes. then allof a sudden a women opens he door to the other room. She would look like a model with a very nice body and very nice breasts about 20 years old. She would be dressed in a white blouse and a blackskirt.She looked at me seeing i was wearing no shirt. She noticed my dick protruding in my pants. She said, "Turn Around" So i do and she sees my handcuffed hands and asks, "Did you do this?" I nodded My head. She walked over to me and pulled off the gag. I said "Look just grab that key and unlock my hands.Okay" She nods and unlocks my hands. Right before she closes the door to her room I said "Wait!" And the n I say " Your the first one who has ever seen me tied up. Could you tie me up for a few hours?" She sighed and said" your in luck because I am a bondage model" My heeart leaped. "I'll tie you up but you gotta understand 2 things. I can tie you up how I want like how tight and positions. And 2: I can tie you up naked or use torture machines on you" i nod my head once more and she says "come in" I walk in and she says "sit on the bed" I do and she gets a suit case out and opens it and there is a bunch of rope and ballgags and handcuffs and blindfolds. She grabs some rope puts it next to me and says" Stand up" I do and she grabs my pants and pulls them off next she grabs boxers and pulls them off and looks at my dick which is now really hard and says "Nice" To make me more comfortable she takes off her clothes but leaves her bras and thong on. She grabs my hands and starts tying them behind my back as tight as can be. I wince once and she smiles. Then she flips me and puts me on the bed and ties my ankles tightly. Then my calves,thighs,and arms pretty soon iam in pain because of the tight ropes on my body. But i love it. Then she grabs a cloth and blindfolds me. I wonder if she will gag me. Then she shoved something in my mouth and takes off the blindfold.I look at her and realize she is wearing a different thong and realize she put her other thong in my mouth. Anyway she Lays on the bed next to me and says "What should I do with you? I know! Torture you" she replies to herself gleefully. I Try to shout but all i say is "mppppghh" she gets something which i think is a vibrator and it is. She turns it on and shoves it up my butt. I yell through my gag and she stops almost immeaditly. She then sits me up and makes me watch her. She takes her bras off and I love it . Then she takes off her thong and lays me down. I know what is coming but i cannot stop it. She lays on top of me and I enter her easily. She loves every minute of it. SHe then unties me and lets me tie her up and I use the vibrator on her and lay on her. Then I get back into my room and take a shower before they get back to the hotel |
| Name: | Daniel |
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| Comments: | once i had been knocked out and i woke up to find myself bound with my hands behind my back and my knees and thighs and my arms all bound together.i also had a ballgag in my mouth and i realized i was naked. so there i was nude,bound and gagged in my parents room on their bed. then a women about 20 years old dressed in a black mini skirt and pink blouse came in the room and said" good. your awake. lets have fun" she untied me from my hogtie and made sure i was secure. she started to unzip her skirt and she was wearing a black thong. then she took off her blouse and she was wearing a black straplless bra. she took that off next and i saw her breasts as they were very, very sexy. next she took off her thong and she was nude. she walked by the bed then got on top of me. she smiled and slowly my dick entered her. she flipped me and spanked me and played with my cock and sucked it. then she put on her clothes and left me. my parents weren't going to be back for 3 days so i decided to not untie myself until the 3rd day. i have never forgotten that moment. |
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| Title: | Sleepover Part 1 |
| Comments: | K, so me and some friends were having a sleepover when I was 15 (two months ago) There were two girls, me, and two other guys. The guys names were Kenny, Aaron, and _____. The last one didn't want to be named in this. The girls were Hannah, a hot blond (unfortunately she didn't have a super model body) and Emma (who we call Em). She is a redhead. I guess you could call her cute, but I'm not really into redheads. My friend Janine was there too, but she left before anything interesting happened. Anyway, we were kind-of drunk at about two in the morning, and we started playing a game where you choose a group activity, and when someone loses, the winner makes them do something.
At first we were playing Yahtze. I don't realy understand how Yahtze works, so I was losing pretty bad. I had to smoke a joint at one point, which i was saving for my birthday. Em ended up with no shirt on, though, so that kept my spirits up. Now I know I said I wasn't into redheads, but she had a pretty nice body for a 15 year-old. The girls destroyed us guys at Yahtze. They chose to play Yahtze, so I picked the next activity. Modern Warfare 2. It was totally not fair. I'm pretty good at COD, so Hannah ended up gagged and hogtied, and Em was in no better position. She was handcuffed with halloween handcuffs and her feet were bound with string. Both girls were gagged with cloth from my halloween drawer. _____ was not really into bondage, so he went to blaze alone on my back portch. Loser (I hope he doesn't read this) Now, me, Aaron, and Kenny wanted some kind of cage to put Em in. She's pretty small for her age. I have a dog cage that I put my cat in to bring him to the vet, but it was too small. Fortunately, at the time, Kenny had a White Shepherd dog named Alfonse. He went over to his house and got it. In the meantime, me and Aaron decided to have fun with Hannah. We were making sure we didn't cross any boundries with the two girls the whole time. Don't worry, they didn't hate us afterwards. Anyway, Aaron undid the knot holding Hannah's arms to her legs, so she was no longer hogtied, just had bound arms & legs. He pulled her shirt over her head and started tickling her armpits. I had never known Hannah had tattoes until then. I stared dumbly at her for like two minutes. I then pulled down her pants as well, making her squeal in protest behind her gag. We ungagged her to see what she had to say. She swore at us while smiling. "You've been a bad girl, Hannah." Aaron said, grinning. "I think its time for a spanking!" "No way!" she exclaimed, laughing. He proceded to put her on the couch, facing down, and we both spanked her. Finally Kenny arrived with the dog cage. Right before he came in, I heard a noise. I hadn't fully realized that Em had been trying to get our attention the whole time. Or that Aaron had tied her to the chair in the room, so that she was forced to kneel on it. I then wondered where all the rope had come from. And you know, I never found out. I was missing a lot of details due to being high. Kenny came in and we untied Em. She scampered down the halway on all fours, and giggled as we ran after her. We gagged her again, and tied her arms and legs, arms crossed behind her back. We laughed at her delighted giggling face as we did this. Then we shoved her in the cage. I turned around to see what Aaron was doind, only to find Hannah tied diffirently, and Aaron proudly examining his ropework. Her wrists were tied to her shoulders and her anckles to her upper thighs, so that she had to walk around on her elbows and knees.She also had collar around her neck with a rope leading down her front side inbetween her legs and the back up to the collar along her backside, giving her a wedgie. Her face was red with embaressment, and she glared angrily at Aaron, who was grinning. But there was still a little bit of humor in her eye. "Are you sure she is all right with this?" I asked him. "Yea, she'll be fine." Kenny was poking Em through the holes in the dog cage with a bamboo stick, and she was letting out small sounds of annoyance. Em seemed to be enjoying the whole bondage thing over all, though. Hannah, not as much. Especialy when Aaron got a chain leash to add to the collar. Now I know what some people might say: "Why would you just happen to have a chain dogleash, istead of a leather one?" I know it seems convenient, but It's what Kenny used for his dog. Aaron started coming toward Hannah with the leash. "Hmm? MMHM! NMHM! RMHMNM!" she exclaimed while shaking her head. "Oh cmon," Aaron complained. "I wont tighten the crotch rope like I was going to if you let me." Hannah rolled her eyes and sighed. Aaron took this as permission to put the leash on. He tugged on the leash, but Hannah didn't follow, so he tugged harder, and she fell on her side. She struggled back up, and decided it would be easyer to let him tug her around. She wasn't too happy looking at that point, and her face was red with embaressment. "Hey guys, Im bored." Em complained. Kenny had apparently taken her gag off. "Well, I guess I could lead you around on a leash like Hannah." Kenny suggested. Em actually smiled this idea. "Ohh-" Her enthusiastic response was cut short by a "gag" aka pice of cloth. I tied her up like Hannah ecxept her arms were free. I pulled her crotchrope tight. She winced and said "MMMH!" I felt a little bad after that, so I loosened it. Kenny led her by Hannah, who was miserably being humiliated by Aaron tugging on her leash. Emma held out her free hands mockingly at Hannah, who glared at her. Dissapointingly, Em had her shirt back on. Afer she mocked Hannah, Kenny tied a tight rope around her breasts, causing her face to turn bright red. She looked up at him as if to say, "Are you serious?" He then pulled her crotch rope tight again, probably tighter than how I had put it. She winced and moaned. Kenny gave Em's leash to me. After about a minuet, she looked like she was about to cry. "Kenny, that crotch rope was TOO TIGHT." I took the crotch rope off her entirely. She looked at me gratefully and smiled behind her gag, although her eyes were a bit teary. I sat down beside her and apologised. I ungagged her. "It's okay" she said. "I wanna keep going." I realized we may have got slightly out of hand. Em could have taken the gag off and told us that the crotch rope hurt too much, but she was a VERY good sport. I might write about what we did afer the beach afer this. Maybe. |
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