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Name: steve-roper
Comments:I guess I am as fortunate as one could hope. I have had a
passion for bondage since I was very young and have had
little courage to express this intrest with those I have an
intimate relationship with. I have however, had several
memorable (yet short) bondage fueled relationships. These I
have found have let both my partners and myself "push the
envelopes" so to speak and I have thus tucked away a few
interesting tales.

Tonight however, I have a treat. While I type this I have
seated next to me, Bound and Gagged, one of my best
friends, a female friend that has been on the as much on
the edge of the fence of plutonic that one could be. This
is a girl I have known since freshman year in my small but
friendly collage (seven years back).A female that for me
defines both the essence of feminisim and the ahora of
sexuality. Please say HI to Kathleen. (she says
MMMMMPPPPPHHHHH back ).

Let me explain how we got to this point....no wait let me
first paint you a picture f this lovely creature seated
next to me. Kathy is seated on a coffee able that is made
of imitation Oak. She is dressed in a white silk short
sleved button up shirt that has since had all but two of
the buttons undone (the bottom two). Her skirt has a slit
up the middle and attatches by a snap at the front of her
waist. The slit is fortunate because she straddles the end
of the table. Standing, which she is not, would make her
just under 5'10" and Kathy is very proud of the fact she is
well endowed. Apparently her favorite color of undrewear is
shear black because the most eye catching part of her is
her breasts which are now jutting forth inviting one to
tease them. Nylons of a darker shade than usual turn out to
be stockings that stop at the very top of her thigh. Kathy
is a brunette with lovely silky hair that passes her
shoulders just over two inches. fairr skinned and ruby
lipped she is a fine sight to see.

She is making quite a fuss right now by the way..I dont
think she thought I would type about her in this little
WEB session.

Let me briefly explain how I got here..how we got here.

Kathy and I have been close since college and have kept in
touch through the years. We would tell eachother about our
girlfriends/boyfriends and how our dates went. On the
occasion we would end upm "scooping" after a night of
drinking and dancing but nothing serious..just flesh and
flesh we would say...nothing that would endanger the
friendship. Last week Kathy called me on a saturday and
told me of a relation she had the night before.Her date had
tied her hands to the bedpost in the middle of passion and
that had sent Kathy into a new range of excitement ythat
she had not known. Her disapointment, however, came because
he had ended things two early and had untied her within
moments. I was feeling a bit confidant at the moment and
told Kathy that I had some of my best moments with a
partner who was tied up. Kathy seemed intrigued. I told her
that if I got a chance I would give her some "tips". she
now knows that seceretly I was hopeing that I would get a
chance to tie her up and make her feel that way (at least
she does right NOW).

Tonight (thursday) Kthy flew into town for a long weekend
that was meaant to be filled with football hot-tubbing, and
some sightseeing. Instead we started off the night with a
few beers. Halfway through the NBC line up we were cuddling
like school kids. I tried to make light of the situation
and started to tickle her. She opposed and I ended up
holding her arms behind her back and then we kissed. (she
is coooing now...girls :} )

I changed topics and began to talk about her latest
boyfriend whom she is not very fond of it turns out. I
brought up her bondage experience and she asked how many
times I had used ropes in a relationship. I told her the
truth and she blushed a little. Kathy then admitted that
she had been tied up four times in the past and had found
the experience to be "exotic". I returned with a
suggestion that it was not a purly sexual thing but rather
a part of her sexuality. this met me with some strange
looks. I tried to explain the concept of "Love Bondage" to
Kathy but she still was sceptical. It was when I told her
that there were Web sights, Chat rooms,and Post pages that
were dedicated to people openly expressing that "exotic"
desire that caught her intrest. I suggested to Kathy that
she would get the same rise being tied up clothed that she
did when she was not. she looked skeptical again. I then
found the deal-breaker..I showed Kathy the picture of
Madonna bound and gagged in the back cover of one of her
CD's. In this picture Madonna has a halter top on and has
been cleve-gagged and tied to a table. Obviously in a hotel
room, she seems to be enjoying herself and is seen in only
asemi suggestive state. Alone and not even in the buff she
sitts in anticipation proving that she, an American, no
Worldly icon could be the spoksperson for bondage even
while tightly gagged.

I convinced Kathy to let me tie her up the same way as in
this picture. I was pleased when kathy said yes and even
more pleased when she moved the coffee table over so that
she could straddle the end. I kissed her first on the lips
and then told her to stay in that spot. Kathy remained
there looking at the picture and smiling. I got some
cotton rope and cut it into diffrent leanths. Returning to
the den area I tied her hands behind her with a ten-foot
leanth. There was almost three feet left when I tied the
knot. I then tied both ankles to the legs of the table with
short sections. A third section went from her wrists to the
other end of the table, streaching her arms a bit back and
makeing her chest jut out. This made Kathy exposed and at
first a bit of red showed in her cheeks but then she closed
her eyes and bit her lip. I tied another leanth around the
arms and under her breasts, securing her top half so that
she couldnot struggle but a few inches either way.

My final act was to tear a white pillow case up to make a
long soft strip of cloth. I made a tight knot in the
middle. this was all done behind Kathy's back. Telling her
to open her mouth, she agreed and I placed the gag between
her lips and tied it tightly behind her head, underneath
her flowing hair. I would guess that she had anticipated
this because there was no sighn of shock and Kathy has been
testing its effectivness on and off since I put it in.

I have since modified her position buy unbuttoning her
shirt and hiking her skirt up a bit. I then moved her over
tward the computer. She has been my helpless and intentive
little WEB mate since then..we have visited "VAN" "Harmony"
and the "DID LINKS" and have exposed Kathy to quite a bit.

My next plans arre a bit more graphiic and this is not
really the forum but I will tell you this. I will first
use this light hankercheif and a set of duct tape to re-gag
Kathy if we agree on what I think is coming up. On the
other hand if she dis-agrees, well we acn always cuddle on
the couch agaid. (kathy is smiling at me right now and
winking)..I think thats a good sign..well till next time
friends.....steve
Friday, December 4th 1998 - 03:16:36 AM
Name: STEVE0- ROPER
Comments:I was reading my last nights post (a bit hung over I must
admit) and I found a section that I want to clear up...when
I was descrbing Madonna for some reason my wording was way
off...(could be I was a bit distracted). It reads almost
like the fact that she was American was one of the biggest
traits....this is not what I meant (sorry friends in the UK
and Aussie). What I meant to say that it seemed that thes
American Icon made one of the best spokespersons for love
bondage EVEN WITH HER MOUTH GAGGED. For those of you who
have not seen the photo it is outstanding...a bit gritty
but it is Madonna for cripes sake.....later on ..Steve
Friday, December 4th 1998 - 08:45:33 PM
Name: warren
Comments:Is it appropriate to post non-consensual true bondage stories here?
Friday, December 11th 1998 - 03:52:03 PM
Name: Digger O'Dell
Comments:This is now a dead site. Dum-dum-de-dum-DUM-de-dum-de-dum-
de-dum!
Thursday, January 14th 1999 - 06:14:09 AM
Name: Tim
E-mail address: Nbdysfool5@aol.com
Comments:I have greatly enjoyed some of the stories I have read here and have been meaning to post one of my own (although sadly I only have about 4 to choose from). My most recent (and probably best) was w/ a girl I was until recently dating named Elizabeth. We met at work, she was actually my supervisor at the time, although by the time we started dating she had since been promoted again so we didn't work together anymore. We dated on and off for about 8 months during which I had the opportunity to tie her up two times, unfortunately for me, both close to the end of our little affair, although that had nothing to do w/ the relationship ending. The first time we had gone out after work and been fooling around and I had playfully tied her up in her own panthose after undressing her, which was kind of fun, but it wasn't a very good tie and it didn't last very long. However, it opened up the door to some intersting conversations and the revalation that she really had enjoyed it and fantasized about it before. Which led to the second time which for me was muh more exciting. We had again been out after work, she was wearing a sweater and a black skirt w/ black stockings and a pair of black high heeled loafers. She was already tall so in her heels she was about 6'1, which I loved. So we got back to my place and we were just laying on the couch kind of wrestling around. She was pretty strong and it would have been hard to really tie her up w/out her "giving in" a little but I had recently been presented w/ the gift of a pair of handcuffs by another girldfriend (just a friend no chance of getting to use them w/ her, but I think the fact that she used them w/ her old boyfriend was pretty cool). So I broke free of the wrestling match and went upstairs to get the cuffs. She kind of followed me up the stairs to the bedroom and then when she saw what I had gone to get she kind of got this "oh no you don't" look and started to run back down the stairs. So I gave chase and we wrestled a little on the couch. I got the cuffs on her (partly b/c she was laughing to hard to really fight) and then it really started to get fun. Well first I stopped and asked her if she was ok w/ this, which she was, but she said that the cuffs were too tight and that they were really hurting her. So of course I said I would loosen them but when I went to un-lock them she kicked me with a big smile on her face. So I went into the basement and cut a few pieces of clothes line and when I got back she tried to run again, but I managed to get the rope around her ankles while she was standing and I pulled it tight, tying her ankles together, which in her heels made it very hard for her to balance and impossible for her to kick me. The for good measure and just b/c I could at the time I gagged her with her scarf. She was mmmphing away by this time. She hopped (which was very arousing) over to the couch and tried to sit down, but I kind of spun her around so she ended up on her knees in front of the couch and from that position I loosened the cuffs for her. I pulled her standing again and kind of half carried her away from anythig that she could lean on. Through the gag she asked me to take off her shoes or she was going to fall and as much as I was enjoying her hopping around in her heels I didn't want her to fall so I brought her a chair to sit in and I took off her shoes. It just so happened that her toes were done dark red, which in her sheer black stocking feet I absolutely loved. By now I was really getting aroused, so after a brief hog-tie, I agreed to untie her ankles so she could walk to the bedroom. Only after I re-tied them w/ a end of rope around each ankle and about 6 inches of slack between so she had to shuffle up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I eventually untied her all the way and we had some amazing sex...

I'm not sure how well I have related this story, but I hope that someone out there likes it...
Monday, January 18th 1999 - 10:13:49 PM
Name: Tim
E-mail address: Nbdysfool5@aol.com
Comments:I have greatly enjoyed some of the stories I have read here and have been meaning to post one of my own (although sadly I only have about 4 to choose from). My most recent (and probably best) was w/ a girl I was until recently dating named Elizabeth. We met at work, she was actually my supervisor at the time, although by the time we started dating she had since been promoted again so we didn't work together anymore. We dated on and off for about 8 months during which I had the opportunity to tie her up two times, unfortunately for me, both close to the end of our little affair, although that had nothing to do w/ the relationship ending. The first time we had gone out after work and been fooling around and I had playfully tied her up in her own panthose after undressing her, which was kind of fun, but it wasn't a very good tie and it didn't last very long. However, it opened up the door to some intersting conversations and the revalation that she really had enjoyed it and fantasized about it before. Which led to the second time which for me was muh more exciting. We had again been out after work, she was wearing a sweater and a black skirt w/ black stockings and a pair of black high heeled loafers. She was already tall so in her heels she was about 6'1, which I loved. So we got back to my place and we were just laying on the couch kind of wrestling around. She was pretty strong and it would have been hard to really tie her up w/out her "giving in" a little but I had recently been presented w/ the gift of a pair of handcuffs by another girldfriend (just a friend no chance of getting to use them w/ her, but I think the fact that she used them w/ her old boyfriend was pretty cool). So I broke free of the wrestling match and went upstairs to get the cuffs. She kind of followed me up the stairs to the bedroom and then when she saw what I had gone to get she kind of got this "oh no you don't" look and started to run back down the stairs. So I gave chase and we wrestled a little on the couch. I got the cuffs on her (partly b/c she was laughing to hard to really fight) and then it really started to get fun. Well first I stopped and asked her if she was ok w/ this, which she was, but she said that the cuffs were too tight and that they were really hurting her. So of course I said I would loosen them but when I went to un-lock them she kicked me with a big smile on her face. So I went into the basement and cut a few pieces of clothes line and when I got back she tried to run again, but I managed to get the rope around her ankles while she was standing and I pulled it tight, tying her ankles together, which in her heels made it very hard for her to balance and impossible for her to kick me. The for good measure and just b/c I could at the time I gagged her with her scarf. She was mmmphing away by this time. She hopped (which was very arousing) over to the couch and tried to sit down, but I kind of spun her around so she ended up on her knees in front of the couch and from that position I loosened the cuffs for her. I pulled her standing again and kind of half carried her away from anythig that she could lean on. Through the gag she asked me to take off her shoes or she was going to fall and as much as I was enjoying her hopping around in her heels I didn't want her to fall so I brought her a chair to sit in and I took off her shoes. It just so happened that her toes were done dark red, which in her sheer black stocking feet I absolutely loved. By now I was really getting aroused, so after a brief hog-tie, I agreed to untie her ankles so she could walk to the bedroom. Only after I re-tied them w/ a end of rope around each ankle and about 6 inches of slack between so she had to shuffle up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I eventually untied her all the way and we had some amazing sex...

I'm not sure how well I have related this story, but I hope that someone out there likes it...
Monday, January 18th 1999 - 10:14:04 PM
Name: Tim
E-mail address: Nbdysfool5@aol.com
Comments:I have greatly enjoyed some of the stories I have read here and have been meaning to post one of my own (although sadly I only have about 4 to choose from). My most recent (and probably best) was w/ a girl I was until recently dating named Elizabeth. We met at work, she was actually my supervisor at the time, although by the time we started dating she had since been promoted again so we didn't work together anymore. We dated on and off for about 8 months during which I had the opportunity to tie her up two times, unfortunately for me, both close to the end of our little affair, although that had nothing to do w/ the relationship ending. The first time we had gone out after work and been fooling around and I had playfully tied her up in her own panthose after undressing her, which was kind of fun, but it wasn't a very good tie and it didn't last very long. However, it opened up the door to some intersting conversations and the revalation that she really had enjoyed it and fantasized about it before. Which led to the second time which for me was muh more exciting. We had again been out after work, she was wearing a sweater and a black skirt w/ black stockings and a pair of black high heeled loafers. She was already tall so in her heels she was about 6'1, which I loved. So we got back to my place and we were just laying on the couch kind of wrestling around. She was pretty strong and it would have been hard to really tie her up w/out her "giving in" a little but I had recently been presented w/ the gift of a pair of handcuffs by another girldfriend (just a friend no chance of getting to use them w/ her, but I think the fact that she used them w/ her old boyfriend was pretty cool). So I broke free of the wrestling match and went upstairs to get the cuffs. She kind of followed me up the stairs to the bedroom and then when she saw what I had gone to get she kind of got this "oh no you don't" look and started to run back down the stairs. So I gave chase and we wrestled a little on the couch. I got the cuffs on her (partly b/c she was laughing to hard to really fight) and then it really started to get fun. Well first I stopped and asked her if she was ok w/ this, which she was, but she said that the cuffs were too tight and that they were really hurting her. So of course I said I would loosen them but when I went to un-lock them she kicked me with a big smile on her face. So I went into the basement and cut a few pieces of clothes line and when I got back she tried to run again, but I managed to get the rope around her ankles while she was standing and I pulled it tight, tying her ankles together, which in her heels made it very hard for her to balance and impossible for her to kick me. The for good measure and just b/c I could at the time I gagged her with her scarf. She was mmmphing away by this time. She hopped (which was very arousing) over to the couch and tried to sit down, but I kind of spun her around so she ended up on her knees in front of the couch and from that position I loosened the cuffs for her. I pulled her standing again and kind of half carried her away from anythig that she could lean on. Through the gag she asked me to take off her shoes or she was going to fall and as much as I was enjoying her hopping around in her heels I didn't want her to fall so I brought her a chair to sit in and I took off her shoes. It just so happened that her toes were done dark red, which in her sheer black stocking feet I absolutely loved. By now I was really getting aroused, so after a brief hog-tie, I agreed to untie her ankles so she could walk to the bedroom. Only after I re-tied them w/ a end of rope around each ankle and about 6 inches of slack between so she had to shuffle up the stairs and into the bedroom, where I eventually untied her all the way and we had some amazing sex...

I'm not sure how well I have related this story, but I hope that someone out there likes it...
Monday, January 18th 1999 - 10:14:19 PM
Name: Esther
E-mail address: esther6974@aol.com
Comments:I just came across your site. I like the stories. I'm currently a college student, but I've had plenty of experience with tying people up and being tied up. While I don't mind getting tied up sometimes, I prefer to do the tying. I used to practice a lot on my younger brother and sister, but since I've been at college, we've kind of grown apart. It's a little different now that I've met different people too. It doesn't seem to be as innocent. There's a lot of sexual energy involved now. I don't trust myself being tied up anymore. I'd rather be in control. But I do miss the days it seemed like such an innocent thing to do.
Wednesday, January 20th 1999 - 02:35:26 PM
Name: Legend of the Wolf
E-mail address: phxlonewolf@hotmail.com
Comments:This happened at my 10-year high school reunion. Shortly
after graduation, I moved away and didn't keep in touch with
my old school buddies, and I really hadn't seen any of them
in the ten years since graduation. But at the party, it was
nice to see some of them again, escpecially the girl I had a
crush on, Kimberly. She was blonde, tall, blue-eyes,
captian of the cheerleaders, and I was a nobody, chess club
jerk. Well, at least I'm being honest here. Well, anyway, I
see her at the reunion and she is as beautiful as I remember
her, if not, even more so. Well, some how, I got up the
courage to go and talk to her. Surprisingly, she remembered
me. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but we
talked for awhile. I was drinking, so that sort of loosened
me up a little. I revealed to her that I had a crush on her
in high school, but since she wouldn't have anything to do
with me, I developed a fantasy about kidnapping her and
making her fall in love with me. I left out the part were
she wound up wound up in ropes. but she said to me, "So,
you'd like to see me tied-up, huh?" I sorta mumbled a weak,
"Yeah, I guess so" while my heart was pounding. She said
that maybe I could walk her up to her room. I really didn't
believe this was happening, but I agreed. When we got to
the elevator and stepped in, she reached into her purse and
pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She locked one on her wrist
and the other on mine, saying that if she was going to be my
prisoner, she shouldn't have the chance to escape. she told
me the key was in her room. So we got off the elevator and
walked, cuffed at the wrist to room. We went in and I found
the key. I unlocked my wrist, spun her around and got her
hands cuffed behind her. Next, I told her to sit down, and
I quickly tied her legs to the legs of the chair. I removed
her shoes and gave her bare soles a bit of a tickle, and she
started to laugh. Well, I couldn't let to much noise
escape, so I quickly gagged her with a handerchief. The
night wore on, with her getting tied in many positions, and
one brief episode with me in handcuffs. But as the sun was
rising, I finally retied her to the chair, taped gagged her
and ordered room service. When they brought up our
breakfast, she has still teid to the chair when the bellboy
came in with the tray. He didn't seem to mind the fact that
there was a beautiful girl naked and bound to a chair. I
asked him if he would like to join us, but he siad "Maybe
later, for desert." Well, I fed her breakfast with her
still tied to the chair, and afterwards, I untied her from
the chair, and handcuffed her hands together, and led her to
the bathroom. We showered together, then I dried her off,
and left her wth her hands still cuffed behind her. I left
her my number, and a few weeks later, she called. But that
is another story.
Monday, February 1st 1999 - 11:18:00 AM
Name: Legend of the Wolf
E-mail address: phxlonewolf@hotmail.com
Comments:This happened at my 10-year high school reunion. Shortly
after graduation, I moved away and didn't keep in touch with
my old school buddies, and I really hadn't seen any of them
in the ten years since graduation. But at the party, it was
nice to see some of them again, escpecially the girl I had a
crush on, Kimberly. She was blonde, tall, blue-eyes,
captian of the cheerleaders, and I was a nobody, chess club
jerk. Well, at least I'm being honest here. Well, anyway, I
see her at the reunion and she is as beautiful as I remember
her, if not, even more so. Well, some how, I got up the
courage to go and talk to her. Surprisingly, she remembered
me. I don't want to bore you with all the details, but we
talked for awhile. I was drinking, so that sort of loosened
me up a little. I revealed to her that I had a crush on her
in high school, but since she wouldn't have anything to do
with me, I developed a fantasy about kidnapping her and
making her fall in love with me. I left out the part were
she wound up wound up in ropes. but she said to me, "So,
you'd like to see me tied-up, huh?" I sorta mumbled a weak,
"Yeah, I guess so" while my heart was pounding. She said
that maybe I could walk her up to her room. I really didn't
believe this was happening, but I agreed. When we got to
the elevator and stepped in, she reached into her purse and
pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She locked one on her wrist
and the other on mine, saying that if she was going to be my
prisoner, she shouldn't have the chance to escape. she told
me the key was in her room. So we got off the elevator and
walked, cuffed at the wrist to room. We went in and I found
the key. I unlocked my wrist, spun her around and got her
hands cuffed behind her. Next, I told her to sit down, and
I quickly tied her legs to the legs of the chair. I removed
her shoes and gave her bare soles a bit of a tickle, and she
started to laugh. Well, I couldn't let to much noise
escape, so I quickly gagged her with a handerchief. The
night wore on, with her getting tied in many positions, and
one brief episode with me in handcuffs. But as the sun was
rising, I finally retied her to the chair, taped gagged her
and ordered room service. When they brought up our
breakfast, she has still teid to the chair when the bellboy
came in with the tray. He didn't seem to mind the fact that
there was a beautiful girl naked and bound to a chair. I
asked him if he would like to join us, but he siad "Maybe
later, for desert." Well, I fed her breakfast with her
still tied to the chair, and afterwards, I untied her from
the chair, and handcuffed her hands together, and led her to
the bathroom. We showered together, then I dried her off,
and left her wth her hands still cuffed behind her. I left
her my number, and a few weeks later, she called. But that
is another story.
Monday, February 1st 1999 - 11:18:19 AM
Name: James Stoker
E-mail address: Ain't got one, don't want one, don't need one I got the US POSTAL service for my mail!@noreallyi'mnotkiddinghere.com
Homepage URL: http://worldwidewebdotiaingotoneoftheseeitherdotseeabovedotforwardslashlittlesquigglythingshouldistopknowpleasedo
Comments:There was this one time I was driving down the street when I
noticed this lovely little blonde lady hitch-hiker. Well,
being ever the gentleman, I pulled over and offered her a
ride to wereever she was going. She gratefully got in. I
told her I would take her anywhere she wanted to go if she
would do one little favor for me. She looked at me kind of
strangly and asked what it was. I told her that I like to
look at women's feet and if she would kindly remove her
shoes so I could get a look at her toes. Much to my
surprise, she didn't demand that I stop and let her out of
the car. She used her left foot to remove her right shoe,
then used her toes to remove the other shoe. she said
something like that wasn't too much to ask for a free ride,
but if I wanted to sniff them she would have to charge me a
little something. She looked up and noticed the handcuffs I
had dangling from my rear-view mirror, and asked if they
where real. I said no, they were only a kid's toy. I
pointed out to her the emergency latch on them, saying that
with these, anyone cuffed with them could easily free
themselves. She said she never of that before. I said "Why
don't you try them on and see for yourself?" She looked at
me kind of strangly. I told not to worry, and try it. She
hesitated, but she did begin to lock her wrists in front of
her. I told her, "No, behind your back. It's more
realistic that way. I couldn't believe that she would do
it, but she did! She leaned forward in the seat and
handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I said, "Of
course, on that pair, I disabled the safety switch!" She
panicked and I told her that I was only kidding. It took
her a few moments to figure out how to reach the safety, but
she finally did. I said, "Now that you've tried the fake
kind, if you want to try the real kind, there's a pair in
the glove compartment. She hesitated, and I said, "Well,
okay. I don't want to force you into anything." She asked
if I would uncuff her right away, and I said sure. She
reached in the glove box and got the cuffs and did her hands
up behind her. It was then I told her that I had left the
keys for those cuffs at home and if she wanted me to unlock
them, she would have to come back to my place and have
dinner with me first. I think she saw that I had the key
dangling from my keyring in the ignition, but she agreed. I
reached over at the next stoplight and put her seatbelt on.
I told her it added to the realism of my kidnapping
fantasy, and besides it was always much safet to wear a
seatbelt. She said sure, she could understand that, asking
if I would release her if things got to strange. I said I
would. I really couldn't believe my luck. I had picked up
this stranger and now she was handcuffed and bare foot in my
car, a willing kidnap victim! I drove home as fast as I
could and still not get pulled over by a cop. When I
finally got home, I escorted my barefoot "hostage" inside.
I aksed her if she would let me tie her up compleatly, and
to my astonishment, she agreed! I sat her down in a chair
and got out some rope and tied her ankles together in front
of her, then wrapped her torso to the chair with several
feet of rope. I then used an ace bandage over eyes as a
blindfold and asked her if she was hunry. She said she was,
and she sat there, struggling (but not very hard) as I made
dinner. I left her tied to the chair asnd blindfolded as I
fed her. we talked about a great many things, but never
once mentioned bondage. It was just like she my guest,
only she was tied up and being fed by me. There's more to
this story, and I'll continue it later.
Friday, February 12th 1999 - 10:22:11 AM
Name: James Stoker
E-mail address: Ain't got one, don't want one, don't need one I got the US POSTAL service for my mail!@noreallyi'mnotkiddinghere.com
Homepage URL: http://worldwidewebdotiaingotoneoftheseeitherdotseeabovedotforwardslashlittlesquigglythingshouldistopknowpleasedo
Comments:There was this one time I was driving down the street when I
noticed this lovely little blonde lady hitch-hiker. Well,
being ever the gentleman, I pulled over and offered her a
ride to wereever she was going. She gratefully got in. I
told her I would take her anywhere she wanted to go if she
would do one little favor for me. She looked at me kind of
strangly and asked what it was. I told her that I like to
look at women's feet and if she would kindly remove her
shoes so I could get a look at her toes. Much to my
surprise, she didn't demand that I stop and let her out of
the car. She used her left foot to remove her right shoe,
then used her toes to remove the other shoe. she said
something like that wasn't too much to ask for a free ride,
but if I wanted to sniff them she would have to charge me a
little something. She looked up and noticed the handcuffs I
had dangling from my rear-view mirror, and asked if they
where real. I said no, they were only a kid's toy. I
pointed out to her the emergency latch on them, saying that
with these, anyone cuffed with them could easily free
themselves. She said she never of that before. I said "Why
don't you try them on and see for yourself?" She looked at
me kind of strangly. I told not to worry, and try it. She
hesitated, but she did begin to lock her wrists in front of
her. I told her, "No, behind your back. It's more
realistic that way. I couldn't believe that she would do
it, but she did! She leaned forward in the seat and
handcuffed her hands behind her back. Then I said, "Of
course, on that pair, I disabled the safety switch!" She
panicked and I told her that I was only kidding. It took
her a few moments to figure out how to reach the safety, but
she finally did. I said, "Now that you've tried the fake
kind, if you want to try the real kind, there's a pair in
the glove compartment. She hesitated, and I said, "Well,
okay. I don't want to force you into anything." She asked
if I would uncuff her right away, and I said sure. She
reached in the glove box and got the cuffs and did her hands
up behind her. It was then I told her that I had left the
keys for those cuffs at home and if she wanted me to unlock
them, she would have to come back to my place and have
dinner with me first. I think she saw that I had the key
dangling from my keyring in the ignition, but she agreed. I
reached over at the next stoplight and put her seatbelt on.
I told her it added to the realism of my kidnapping
fantasy, and besides it was always much safet to wear a
seatbelt. She said sure, she could understand that, asking
if I would release her if things got to strange. I said I
would. I really couldn't believe my luck. I had picked up
this stranger and now she was handcuffed and bare foot in my
car, a willing kidnap victim! I drove home as fast as I
could and still not get pulled over by a cop. When I
finally got home, I escorted my barefoot "hostage" inside.
I aksed her if she would let me tie her up compleatly, and
to my astonishment, she agreed! I sat her down in a chair
and got out some rope and tied her ankles together in front
of her, then wrapped her torso to the chair with several
feet of rope. I then used an ace bandage over eyes as a
blindfold and asked her if she was hunry. She said she was,
and she sat there, struggling (but not very hard) as I made
dinner. I left her tied to the chair asnd blindfolded as I
fed her. we talked about a great many things, but never
once mentioned bondage. It was just like she my guest,
only she was tied up and being fed by me. There's more to
this story, and I'll continue it later.
Friday, February 12th 1999 - 10:22:28 AM
Name: john
E-mail address: gagntie@aol.com
Comments:Great site!
Tuesday, March 9th 1999 - 12:02:04 PM
Name: Jemej
E-mail address: jemej@rocketmail.com
Comments:Royler,


Maybe I was wrong but somehow the 'vfrcool' site opened up
three times in secondary windows while I was on your site.
I never intentionally selected it once, so beats me.



Jemej

Tuesday, March 23rd 1999 - 11:35:47 AM
Name: lifeguard
Comments:I have some stories that I could post but unfortunately, they are of the damsels doing the tying. Should I?
Monday, March 29th 1999 - 11:44:23 PM
Name: Dave
Homepage URL: http://members.tripod.com/~Canuck100
Comments:Lifeguard: maybe you should post your story at Canuck's
site. His page has 2 sections, one for childhood/teens
experiences, one for college. The URL is
http://members.tripod.com/~Canuck100
Wednesday, March 31st 1999 - 05:52:04 PM
Name: ed harris
E-mail address: eharris99@yahoo.com
Homepage URL: http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html
Comments:Hello everyone,
Just wanted to let you know I started a dreambook dedicated
to people bound and gagged by burglars/robbers,etc..Please
post stories, looking forward to reading them. Thanks.
Thursday, April 29th 1999 - 07:13:42 AM
Name: ed harris
E-mail address: eharris99@yahoo.com
Homepage URL: http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html
Comments:Hello everyone,
Just wanted to let you know I started a dreambook dedicated
to people bound and gagged by burglars/robbers,etc..Please
post stories, looking forward to reading them. Thanks.
Thursday, April 29th 1999 - 07:14:06 AM
Name: Cathy
E-mail address: petersec@msoe.edu
Homepage URL: http://don'thaveone.com
Comments:Love the site. I am fortunate enough to have a partner who
is even more into bondage than me. Usually, it is me doing
the tying, but on occasion, I find myself trussed up and
helpless, and I love it! Fall of this year, I was playing
around with my SO. I don't remember what we were arguing
about, but I announced that I was leaving, and started to
hop out of the bed. My SO grabbed my arm and pulled my
back, saying that if I wasn't good he would have to tie me
down and make me be good (with a huge smile, of course).
Well, I wasn't going to take that! I started to pull free,
saying that he would never do that, since I'm always the one
doing the tying. Taking that as a challange, he pulled me
down on the bed and straddled me, pinning one of my arms
under his legs. We have eyelets around the bed with ropes
attached to them. My SO grabbed one of those, and proceeded
to tie my arm to the bed. I made it really difficult,
undoing knots when he wasn't looking, squirming free, biting
when I got a chance (I refuse to wear a gag, with my
allergies I have a hard time breathing, then I panic). Of
course my SO was loving it. He finally got me spread eagle
on his bed. It took him almost an hour to get me secure
like that, with all of my squirming. I wasn't wearing any
jeans, just my little cotton panties, a button down flannel,
and a satin, purple bra. He unbuttoned the flannel, and
proceeded to torment me for an hour, tickling me until I was
begging him to stop. Then he tormented me in other ways
until I was begging him to never stop. When we were done
playing (no intercourse descriptions, I remember the rules,
I'll just say it was darn exciting and that I managed to
make a mess of his knots by pulling on them so hard, I'm a
strong girl), he got me all untied, and then we just
collapsed, exhuasted. We have had some repeats, but none as
exciting as that time. I'll try to remember to add the
story of the one time I was submissive, and ended up being
tied up in a number of ways.
Wednesday, May 5th 1999 - 09:18:49 AM
Name: Mr. Roper
Comments:I've got to tell you all about the time I came home one
night to find three young college girls who had decided to
go "pool hopping" in my backyard swimming pool. I live
near a college campus and apparently these girls had been
watching my house for a few weeks. Since I'm away from
home on business so often, it seems as though I'm never
home and these girls assumed that the residents of the
house were on vacation.

So I come home one particular evening and as I'm getting
out of the car in the driveway, I hear some playful
screaming and splashing COMING FROM MY BACKYARD! You can
imagine how upset I was, and then to add fuel to the fire I
discovered they were helping themselves to some imported
beer that I keep stashed in a little dorm sized fridge out
by the pool area.

Once I began questioning these chicks and realized they
were just some innocent college pranksters, I began to calm
down somewhat. It was hard to be upset after observing
just how hot the three of them were. All of them had
great figures. There were two blondes and one brunette.
One of the blondes was a wearing a red one-piece bathing
suit and the other blonde had on a white bikini. The
brunette had a pink bikini top with cut-off "Daisy Duke"
jean shorts.

Even though I went from outrage to sheer bliss within
moments of seeing how cute these three were, I wanted to
make like I was still upset. "Do you girls know that
trespassing is a crime," I scolded. The girls repeatedly
apologized and begged me not to do anything. I responded
by saying I was going to tie the three of them up and call
campus police to pick them up. They protested wildly. I
grabbed some rope from the garage, which was just a few
yards away, and told them that they're lucky I don't call
the real cops.

I sat the blonde in the one-piece and the brunette at
poolside and tied them back to back. First I tied their
hands behind their backs and then, after sitting them down,
I wrapped some rope around their upper bodies as they sat
pinned against one another back to back. Then I felt, just
for good measure, I'd tie their ankles as well. I was
loving every moment of this, and I still had a third of the
way to go! I lead the blonde in the bikini over to the
iron gate just about 7 feet away from where the first two
were sitting. I sat my next lovely lady down and began to
tie her hands over her head and to one of the rungs of the
iron gate. Like the other two, I tied her ankles
together.

As they struggled against the ropes, the girls continued to
protest, claiming they'll never do it again and they'll pay
me for the beer they drank. As their voices became louder
and louder, I decided it was time to fulfill my fantasy.
Yes, it was time for these three lovelies to be gagged. I
went into the house and returned with three handkerchiefs
for my three friendly house guests. One after the other I
gagged all three of
them….mmmpphhh…..mmmppphhhh….mmmppphhh.

Luckily, my house guests were nice enough to leave some
brew for me. After my job was completed, it was time to
sit back at pool-side with a cold one and just enjoy my
handy work. I just sat there, watching them struggle
against their bonds. It was awesome. Just like three
Hollywood actresses portraying the role as the damsel in
distress, AND RIGHT IN MY BACK YARD!!!

After a while of pretending as if I had really called the
campus police, I told them that I couldn't get through to
them. This was their lucky day. I told them I would let
them sleep it off (comfortably tied up as they were) and
then take them back to their dorm in the morning.

The next morning I went out to the pool area and these
girls actually were asleep. The two tied back to back had
rolled on to their sides, and appeared fairly comfortable.
The poor girl tied with her hands above her head to the
iron gate complained that her arms had fallen asleep!
Anyway, I slowly began to untie the three girls. I love
the idea of untying a girl as much as I do tying her up.
As I took the gags out of their mouths, I remember how wet
the center of the gags were and how that drove me wild!
After their hands were finally untied, they proceeded to
rub and caress their wrists, and that really continued to
drive me nuts!

As I drove the girls back to their dorm, I recall how they
continued to thank me over and over again for not calling
the University Police. I still remember how the blonde in
the bikini kissed me on the lips 3 or 4 times upon dropping
them off. The girls were still apologizing for what they
did. As I drove off, I stated to them that I think they
had learned their lesson.
Saturday, May 29th 1999 - 04:15:24 AM
Name: Donyell
Homepage URL: http://members.aol.com/eizun/index.html
Comments:Wow this site is great. When I have time ill post a story
Thursday, July 8th 1999 - 10:58:06 AM
Name: Mark
E-mail address: Diamond_Crown@bigfoot.com
Comments:Hey gang! I've read all of your stories for quite some time
now and I guess it's only fair that I contribute as well.
I'm a 24-year-old male who is fortunate enough to have a
fiance' who frequently allows me to play out my fantasies.
We've been seeing each other for three years, so I guess I
should start at the beginning. I won't get too sexually
graphic, but when we first met, I was a virgin. Yes... for
those of you doing the math at home, I was a 21-year-old
male virgin. Anyhow, at the time, she was 18 and living at
her parents' house. I lived with my best friend, his mom,
and his sister. That in itself is a long, complicated story,
but let's just say that privacy was a rarity for us.
However, from time to time, my friend would spend the
weekend at his fiance's house, leaving the bedroom that we
shared all to my new girlfriend and I. We would usually just
watch movies, kiss for a while, then maybe fool around a bit
more. One day, after we had been dating for about two
months, I got brave. During the middle of one of our "making
out" sessions, I asked her if she had ever seen "9 1/2
Weeks." She told me that she hadn't, so I proceeded to
explain it to her. When I was done, I asked her if I could
blindfold her. She agreed, so I rummaged through the closet
and found the waist tie for a black terrycloth bathrobe. I
blindfolded her and kissed her some more. Now, I've never
been much of a "blindfold guy." I'm more intrigued by the
sight of a bound and gagged woman, but I figured the
blindfold would be a good way to break the ice. As it turned
out, it was. The blindfold was as far as I got that night,
but a week or two later, I got a little braver. After
blindfolding her on this particular night, I asked her if I
could tie her hands. She was hesitant, but she agreed. At
first, her wrists were bound above her head. However, as the
evening got a bit steamier, I quickly untied her hands,
rolled her over, and re-tied them behind her back. Keep in
mind that we STILL have not made love for the first time. My
first bondage experience was happening PRIOR to my first
sexual experience. Hehe. Anyhow, I was making progress, but
still not successful in my overall goal. When things cooled
off again, I removed her blindfold. Her wrists were still
bound behind her back, so I playfully draped the black piece
of cloth over her lips. I could see her smile beneath the
cloth. To me, this was a go-ahead sign. I tied the ends
behind her neck and gazed at this beautiful creature...
bound and gagged. OK... so it wasn't even a cleave gag. It
was just an over-the-mouth, completely ineffective, joke of
a gag. But to have a real, live woman tied up and gagged in
front of me was a memorable sight. In the weeks to come,
things went further. We finally enjoyed our first act of
making love. She wasn't tied up, but it was memorable just
the same. That said, our first sexual experience WITH her
tied up was much MORE memorable. Let me first explain to you
how she looks. She's thin, about 5'9", long curly brown
hair, and very well-endowed in the chest. I got to her
parents' house that night to find the family Jeep gone. My
heart raced. At this point, I was becoming a sex-ADDICT.
Hey... cut me some slack... I went 21 years without gettin'
any. Hehe. Anyhow, I knocked on her door to find her dressed
in a little workout outfit. I guess I should admit that
athletic-type clothing (especially ankle socks) is a big
turn-on for me. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She
had on a tight little white t-shirt that ended around the
middle of her tight little sexy stomach. As my eyes worked
their way down her body, I next noticed the tight little
black bicycle shorts that hugged her butt and left the
majority of her athletic legs exposed. All except for her
feet, which were in little white footies... the kind that
have the big, soft ankle cuff that hug the bony part of her
ankle. No shoes. I immediately said something like, "I think
it's time for you to be kidnapped." No "hello" or anything.
Without any resistance, she led me to her bedroom and laid
down on her stomach in the middle of her bed. Without
hesitating, I grabbed my little "tie-up kit," which I
conveniently statshed under her bed. I tightly bound her
wrists behind her back, then her ankles. Next came the big,
which had improved leaps and bounds (no pun intended) from
the first time. I packed her mouth with a small
handkerchief, then cleave gagged her with a bandanna.
Needless to say, those cute little bicycle shorts soon wound
up much closer to her footies. What happened next is too
graphic to post here. Use your imaginations. In the three
years since then, our bondage escapades have gotten better
and better. Not far from our bed is my 1999 version of the
"tie-up kit." It now includes several feet of rope, a pair
of handcuffs, a few bandannas and handkerchiefs, a black
satin blindfold, and two ballgags. I'm a happy man... and I
wish you all the same happiness.
Sunday, July 18th 1999 - 11:41:05 PM
Name: christy
E-mail address: tailgunn@usit.net
Comments:When I was 17, my stepdad had made a lot of jokes about
tying me up if I got too far out of hand. One day when mom
was gone to visit her parents, I had laid out in a swimsuit
that was too small, because I liked the look and feel of it.
My stepdad had made a lot of noises about it but had let me
go out in it. I came back in and laid down for a nap.
When I woke up, my stepdad was busily putting the finishing
touches on a very tight bondage. He had tied my ankles,
calves, knees above and below, thighs, then tied my hands
and arms behind me. He had then tied my arms to my body,
cinching the ropes between my body and my arms. He had tied
ropes above and below my breasts and had tied my arms to my
body at my waist. I was just about to protest when he
slapped a piece of tape across my mouth. The tape was the
kind that they use after surgery and was really sticky, I
couldn't get it off. He then tied my ankles to the bottom
of the bed and slid a collar around my neck. (I found out
he used the collar on mom later). He then tied the collar
to the top of the bed. I started to try to struggle, but I
was as helpless as I have ever been. I felt like I was
covered in rope and could only really move my feet and
hands. He had tied me face down and then he began to tickle
my feet and spank me, telling me I could stay like that for
a while to think about wearing that bathing suit that was
too small.
Monday, July 26th 1999 - 12:27:18 AM
Name: azaazel
E-mail address: azaazel@usa.net
Comments:This is a story that had happened to me not long ago. I am
sure you will like it although my English is poor.
Especially because it is something you could all "try at
home". I will be glad if you'll send me comments to
azaazel@usa.net. thanks.
Well, I have this new girlfriend that I still don't know
her good enough to talk to her openly about sex but still I
had some progress. She told me she is a virgin and that she
want's to stay that way until after her marriage. All I
could have in the mean time were kisses and such. But
offcource this wasn't enough for me so I decided to try a
different approach. First I got her to my house when I knew
my parents weren't home (I'm only 20 years old - sorry). We
sat at the kitchen and drank coffee and talked. It was a
stormy night with lots of rain but without much thunders
which was perfect for my plan. Before she came I programmed
a clock that we have in the circuit board that will turn
off all the lights for an hour from 9 to 10 o'clock. In
perfect timing the light came off just as I was making the
coffee. It was obvious to her that the electricity came off
because of the rain. She got a bit scared for a moment but
I had some matches ready and one candle. I lit a match and
acted as if I was looking for candles and as so I could
only find one. I stuck the candle to a little plate and put
it in the middle of the table. She liked the romantic
atmosphere, I suggested some wine, we drank, chatted about
romance, love and naturally got to the main point - sex.
She still insisted about her opinion but this time I was
ready. I convinced her to come to my room and swore to her
that I am neither going to touch her nor take any of her
cloth off. I told her to close her eyes and she told me to
swear again that I'm not going to harm her in any way. It
was a dark room with no one else at home and she didn't
know me well enough to fully trust me so I understood why
she insisted about the swearing. At last she closed her
eyes and I told her that we are going to have sex but it is
only going to be imaginary.
First I told her to take off her sweater, she hesitated for
a while and took it off. Underneath she had a plain T-
shirt. Then I said "Take off your shirt" and before she
could open her mouth and say something about my promises I
told her that she doesn't need to really take it off, only
make believe (is it called "mine"?). She said Ok and
pretended to take off her shirt. I told her that from now
on she is not aloud to speak until I tell her, and that she
could only make sounds for agreement ("ohomm") and
disagreement ("ahah"). (Allowing her to make sounds came
handy later as you will see.) I told her to remove her
shoes (for real) and then act as if she was taking off her
skirt. I started to tell her how wonderful she looks like
and how her skin shines in the candlelight (to get her into
the filling she was really naked). Then I told her to
slowly take off her bra and I could see on her face and by
her movements that she was really getting into her part. I
asked her if she wants to take off her underwear and she
replied "aha" in her sweetest voice. She pretended to slide
them down her legs and drop them aside. I told her to
spread her legs and to put her hands behind her head and
while I was talking I walked around her as so I was
inspecting her. Then I waited for some time and before she
got bored with the situation I told her to lie on the bed
on her right. She did it slowly because she kept her eyes
closed. I told her to stretch her hands and legs to the
corners of the bed. She did just that and I saw a look on
her face that meant enjoyment and fear all together.
Wondering what to do next while keeping my promise not to
touch her I came to a great idea. I told her to lick her
lips and after she did it slowly and beautifully I blow
some air from my mouth circling around her red lips. I kept
going with the stream of air down her neck and towards her
chest until I got to her shirt. I told her I am going to
tie her to the bed but she doesn't have to worry 'cause I
will only tie strings around her hands and legs and she
actually won't be tied to anything. She hammed for
agreement and I took four shoelaces and began with her
right hand. I rapped it twice around her hand and tied it.
Then I quickly tied the rest of string to the bedpost. I
did it quick and not tight at all and so she didn't notice.
I did the same with her left hand and with her legs. I put
a CD of soft jazz music and asked her if she was
comfortable. I then told her that I'm going to leave her
like this until the CD is over but she disagreed. I told
her to open her eyes and to look at her hands. She did so
and she realized that she can't go anywhere and when she
was about to say something I stopped her and told her that
if she'll play on, close her eyes and remain silent I'll
release her soon. She closed her eyes and I waited for a
while to let her get the idea that she is completely
dependent on me. I reminded her that she is completely
naked. I was able to see on her erect nipples that she was
enjoying the whole thing. I left the room while making some
sounds so she could hear that I was getting away from the
room. I went to the kitchen and brought some ice cubes. I
returned quietly (remember there was music on) and managed
to put an ice cube in the middle of her chest. At first she
didn't feel it's coldness but she did feel that I put
something on her. She made a questioning sound and I
explained that I only put something on her. Slowly it
started to melt and the cold water started to go throw her
shirt to her skin. She seemed to enjoy this but before the
water could make it's way to her belt area I took the cube
off and placed it in the area between her tits where her
shirt doesn't touch her skin. I expected the water to drop
throw her shirt but instead it spread all around, which was
better because this way the water got to her hot nipples. I
guess they where hot because when the water reached the
nipples she moaned sweet and quietly. I then took two more
cubes and put one of them over her belly bottom and one
just a little below the belt line. She started to breath
heavily because she realized that soon water will be
dripping on the most sensitive parts of her buddy. As the
ice started to melt (double meaning) her breathing became
faster and faster. I stood by her side and watched but
after awhile she was starting to relax. I realized that
only from cold water even a virgin couldn't climax. So I
removed what was left from the ice cubes and using the
biggest one I cooled her face. I went with it around her
lips, over her forehead and on her chicks. Then I put what
was left of it in her mouth. I asked her if I can put a
cube under her shirt. She thought for a while and Ahhamed.
I took the biggest cube, lifted her shirt a little and put
the cube on her belly. After a while it started to hurt her
and she tried to shake it off but I kept on holding it in
the same place she tried harder and even tried to pull her
hands from the strings but she couldn't even get close to
the ice cube. When it looked like she was really suffering
and she might brake up and speak or open her eyes I started
to moved the cube a round her stomach. I started at the
bottom and then began to advance towards her tits. I got up
to her bra and drew a line of water just below it. I
hesitated for a moment and decided to take my chances and I
lifted her bra and put the cube under it, on her right tit.
It turned out to be a mistake because she then opened her
eyes and mouth and said that I crossed the line and told me
to let her free. After I did, she said that she was sorry
and that I was great and bla bla and the important part was
that she dropped me on the wet bed and we kissed with
amazing passion. OK that's all. You could make up a better
ending than this one, but I didn't have such luck. If you
could think of a better way to advance or if you tried it
for real don't forget to Email me and I'll send you back
more stories.

Tuesday, August 3rd 1999 - 09:33:50 AM
Name: azaazel xxx
E-mail address: azaazel@usa.net
Comments:This is a story that had happened to me not long ago. I am
sure you will like it although my English is poor.
Especially because it is something you could all "try at
home". I will be glad if you'll send me comments to
azaazel@usa.net. thanks.
Well, I have this new girlfriend that I still don't know
her good enough to talk to her openly about sex but still I
had some progress. She told me she is a virgin and that she
want's to stay that way until after her marriage. All I
could have in the mean time were kisses and such. But
offcource this wasn't enough for me so I decided to try a
different approach. First I got her to my house when I knew
my parents weren't home (I'm only 20 years old - sorry). We
sat at the kitchen and drank coffee and talked. It was a
stormy night with lots of rain but without much thunders
which was perfect for my plan. Before she came I programmed
a clock that we have in the circuit board that will turn
off all the lights for an hour from 9 to 10 o'clock. In
perfect timing the light came off just as I was making the
coffee. It was obvious to her that the electricity came off
because of the rain. She got a bit scared for a moment but
I had some matches ready and one candle. I lit a match and
acted as if I was looking for candles and as so I could
only find one. I stuck the candle to a little plate and put
it in the middle of the table. She liked the romantic
atmosphere, I suggested some wine, we drank, chatted about
romance, love and naturally got to the main point - sex.
She still insisted about her opinion but this time I was
ready. I convinced her to come to my room and swore to her
that I am neither going to touch her nor take any of her
cloth off. I told her to close her eyes and she told me to
swear again that I'm not going to harm her in any way. It
was a dark room with no one else at home and she didn't
know me well enough to fully trust me so I understood why
she insisted about the swearing. At last she closed her
eyes and I told her that we are going to have sex but it is
only going to be imaginary.
First I told her to take off her sweater, she hesitated for
a while and took it off. Underneath she had a plain T-
shirt. Then I said "Take off your shirt" and before she
could open her mouth and say something about my promises I
told her that she doesn't need to really take it off, only
make believe (is it called "mine"?). She said Ok and
pretended to take off her shirt. I told her that from now
on she is not aloud to speak until I tell her, and that she
could only make sounds for agreement ("ohomm") and
disagreement ("ahah"). (Allowing her to make sounds came
handy later as you will see.) I told her to remove her
shoes (for real) and then act as if she was taking off her
skirt. I started to tell her how wonderful she looks like
and how her skin shines in the candlelight (to get her into
the filling she was really naked). Then I told her to
slowly take off her bra and I could see on her face and by
her movements that she was really getting into her part. I
asked her if she wants to take off her underwear and she
replied "aha" in her sweetest voice. She pretended to slide
them down her legs and drop them aside. I told her to
spread her legs and to put her hands behind her head and
while I was talking I walked around her as so I was
inspecting her. Then I waited for some time and before she
got bored with the situation I told her to lie on the bed
on her right. She did it slowly because she kept her eyes
closed. I told her to stretch her hands and legs to the
corners of the bed. She did just that and I saw a look on
her face that meant enjoyment and fear all together.
Wondering what to do next while keeping my promise not to
touch her I came to a great idea. I told her to lick her
lips and after she did it slowly and beautifully I blow
some air from my mouth circling around her red lips. I kept
going with the stream of air down her neck and towards her
chest until I got to her shirt. I told her I am going to
tie her to the bed but she doesn't have to worry 'cause I
will only tie strings around her hands and legs and she
actually won't be tied to anything. She hammed for
agreement and I took four shoelaces and began with her
right hand. I rapped it twice around her hand and tied it.
Then I quickly tied the rest of string to the bedpost. I
did it quick and not tight at all and so she didn't notice.
I did the same with her left hand and with her legs. I put
a CD of soft jazz music and asked her if she was
comfortable. I then told her that I'm going to leave her
like this until the CD is over but she disagreed. I told
her to open her eyes and to look at her hands. She did so
and she realized that she can't go anywhere and when she
was about to say something I stopped her and told her that
if she'll play on, close her eyes and remain silent I'll
release her soon. She closed her eyes and I waited for a
while to let her get the idea that she is completely
dependent on me. I reminded her that she is completely
naked. I was able to see on her erect nipples that she was
enjoying the whole thing. I left the room while making some
sounds so she could hear that I was getting away from the
room. I went to the kitchen and brought some ice cubes. I
returned quietly (remember there was music on) and managed
to put an ice cube in the middle of her chest. At first she
didn't feel it's coldness but she did feel that I put
something on her. She made a questioning sound and I
explained that I only put something on her. Slowly it
started to melt and the cold water started to go throw her
shirt to her skin. She seemed to enjoy this but before the
water could make it's way to her belt area I took the cube
off and placed it in the area between her tits where her
shirt doesn't touch her skin. I expected the water to drop
throw her shirt but instead it spread all around, which was
better because this way the water got to her hot nipples. I
guess they where hot because when the water reached the
nipples she moaned sweet and quietly. I then took two more
cubes and put one of them over her belly bottom and one
just a little below the belt line. She started to breath
heavily because she realized that soon water will be
dripping on the most sensitive parts of her buddy. As the
ice started to melt (double meaning) her breathing became
faster and faster. I stood by her side and watched but
after awhile she was starting to relax. I realized that
only from cold water even a virgin couldn't climax. So I
removed what was left from the ice cubes and using the
biggest one I cooled her face. I went with it around her
lips, over her forehead and on her chicks. Then I put what
was left of it in her mouth. I asked her if I can put a
cube under her shirt. She thought for a while and Ahhamed.
I took the biggest cube, lifted her shirt a little and put
the cube on her belly. After a while it started to hurt her
and she tried to shake it off but I kept on holding it in
the same place she tried harder and even tried to pull her
hands from the strings but she couldn't even get close to
the ice cube. When it looked like she was really suffering
and she might brake up and speak or open her eyes I started
to moved the cube a round her stomach. I started at the
bottom and then began to advance towards her tits. I got up
to her bra and drew a line of water just below it. I
hesitated for a moment and decided to take my chances and I
lifted her bra and put the cube under it, on her right tit.
It turned out to be a mistake because she then opened her
eyes and mouth and said that I crossed the line and told me
to let her free. After I did, she said that she was sorry
and that I was great and bla bla and the important part was
that she dropped me on the wet bed and we kissed with
amazing passion. OK that's all. You could make up a better
ending than this one, but I didn't have such luck. If you
could think of a better way to advance or if you tried it
for real don't forget to Email me and I'll send you back
more stories.

Tuesday, August 3rd 1999 - 09:36:17 AM
Name: ropemeister
E-mail address: darkjedi_15@hotmail.com
Saturday, August 7th 1999 - 08:29:51 AM
Name: sub
E-mail address: nemerton@ix.netcom.com
Monday, May 15th 2000 - 10:20:44 PM
Name: veronica
Comments:Yes, he had me - just like he wanted me- the hours went by.
But what made it worse was the hour BEFORE. He wanted me
DRESSED the way HE wanted me. Pretty black lacy bra (44D).
Pretty black lacy knickers (deep and frilly - for an old
bag like me). Pretty balck lacy suspender belt. Pretty
black stockings. Pretty VERY billowy pink and black net,
lace, ribbon and BOUFFANT petticoats.And my FROCK - hugely
FULL and PRETTY and teenage-girlish. (Can you imagine how
humiliated I felt as a 49 year-old?). On your BACK- SLUT. I
obeyed. Let's just say he was an EXPERT in bondage. Beg -
SLUT. I obeyed. But he still gagged me. As I say, the hours
went by.....
Tuesday, February 6th 2001 - 06:33:35 PM
Name: veronica
Comments:Yes, he had me - just like he wanted me- the hours went by.
But what made it worse was the hour BEFORE. He wanted me
DRESSED the way HE wanted me. Pretty black lacy bra (44D).
Pretty black lacy knickers (deep and frilly - for an old
bag like me). Pretty balck lacy suspender belt. Pretty
black stockings. Pretty VERY billowy pink and black net,
lace, ribbon and BOUFFANT petticoats.And my FROCK - hugely
FULL and PRETTY and teenage-girlish. (Can you imagine how
humiliated I felt as a 49 year-old?). On your BACK- SLUT. I
obeyed. Let's just say he was an EXPERT in bondage. Beg -
SLUT. I obeyed. But he still gagged me. As I say, the hours
went by.....
Tuesday, February 6th 2001 - 06:34:04 PM
Name: Veronica
Comments:.....and after the hours went by, HE CAME BACK. Trussed,
spreadeagled, TIGHT and gagged TIGHT as a 49 year-old
teenage tart. Pink Gingham. YES PINK GINGHAM. RESPOND
VICTIM VERONICA. As if I could! After 49 years, nobody had
put a hand up my frock. Nobody had wanted to. A plump
unattractive on-the-shelf fatso like me. But HE had caught
me. HE had dressed me the way HE wanted me. HE had
overpowered me. HE had trussed me up . HE had gagged me. HE
had left me to 'think about what is going to happen to
you ....' HE had me CAPTIVE, CAPTIVE...HIS CAPTIVE.

He's gone now. I am OK but lonely.

Please write in and ask what you want. PLEASE....
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 06:36:42 PM
Name: Veronica
Comments:.....and after the hours went by, HE CAME BACK. Trussed,
spreadeagled, TIGHT and gagged TIGHT as a 49 year-old
teenage tart. Pink Gingham. YES PINK GINGHAM. RESPOND
VICTIM VERONICA. As if I could! After 49 years, nobody had
put a hand up my frock. Nobody had wanted to. A plump
unattractive on-the-shelf fatso like me. But HE had caught
me. HE had dressed me the way HE wanted me. HE had
overpowered me. HE had trussed me up . HE had gagged me. HE
had left me to 'think about what is going to happen to
you ....' HE had me CAPTIVE, CAPTIVE...HIS CAPTIVE.

He's gone now. I am OK but lonely.

Please write in and ask what you want. PLEASE....
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 06:37:14 PM
Name: Veronica
Comments:.....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and
VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY-
VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came
back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE
kept me like that for a very long time.

HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely.

After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong
attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing
interest in 49-year-old bag like me.

Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is
still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you
want me to and, if you have any rope and tape....
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 06:48:59 PM
Name: Veronica
Comments:.....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and
VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY-
VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came
back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE
kept me like that for a very long time.

HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely.

After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong
attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing
interest in 49-year-old bag like me.

Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is
still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you
want me to and, if you have any rope and tape....
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 06:51:08 PM
Name: Veronica
Comments:.....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and
VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY-
VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came
back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE
kept me like that for a very long time.

HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely.

After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong
attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing
interest in 49-year-old bag like me.

Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is
still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you
want me to and, if you have any rope and tape....
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 06:51:55 PM
Name: Veronica
Comments:.....Yes, he had me tied and gagged and Dressed the way HE
wanted me. A 49 year-old bag, frilly, bra-ed, knicked and
VERY bouffant-petticoated. But I had to wear for HIM a VERY-
VERY FULL PINK GINGHAM FROCK. The hours went by. HE came
back. HE humiliated me. HE had me where he wanted and HE
kept me like that for a very long time.

HE's gone now. I'm OK but lonely.

After all, old bags like me don't expect virile, strong
attractive confident MASTERS to take more than a passing
interest in 49-year-old bag like me.

Can anybody post a message showing that a slut like me is
still of use to you? Please. I'll always dress the way you
want me to and, if you have any rope and tape....
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 06:55:43 PM
Name: Veronca
Comments:PLEASE send your suggestions in as to how YOU would deal
with me and all the other frustrated old bags like me. I'm
sure we'll all dress up for YOU the way YOU want us to. And
we wn't struggle or scream.
Tuesday, April 3rd 2001 - 07:01:59 PM
Name: Dominator45
E-mail address: dominator@mailexcel.com
Homepage URL: http://
Comments:Hey to everyone out there. Just wanted to let people know
that I have three different and new dreambooks out there.
the urls are as follow: sexy lingirie stories
http://books.dreambook.com/dominator45/silk.html
also: disabled bondage
http://books.dreambook.com/dominator45/dbond.html
also: bondage-in-laws,ect.,
http://books.dreambook.com/dominator45/realbon.html
pop by and post something, thanx
Thursday, April 19th 2001 - 09:53:13 PM
Name: British Knight
E-mail address: britishknight2010@yahoo.co.uk
Homepage URL: http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/cybertieupgames
Comments:Hello. Please visit our new club if you are interested in
playing role-playing tie-up games.

http://clubs.yahoo.com/clubs/cybertieupgames
Saturday, April 28th 2001 - 03:58:14 PM
Name: kem04
E-mail address: kem04@hotmail.com
Comments:Veronica 49 is not old. since I am 43. keep writing.
Friday, May 4th 2001 - 08:59:29 AM
Name: Veronica
Comments:To Kem04.
Thank you for posting your message. Do YOU have an
experience to tell?
Monday, May 14th 2001 - 04:47:14 PM
Name: RopeMaster
Comments:How many bondage enthusiasts would like to have Veronica at
their mercy. Old bag she may be, but she clearly likes to
tell us all about herself. What about it, Bondage
Enthusiasts?
Oh, Veronica, keep writing...youi're only 49 once!
Wednesday, May 16th 2001 - 07:48:38 PM
Name: mike hirschheimer
E-mail address: rcheadaol@.com
Comments:good bondage site
Friday, May 18th 2001 - 08:30:26 PM
Name: MasterSJB
E-mail address: stebon47@hotmail.com
Homepage URL: http://www.books.dreambook.com/mastersjb/olderwomentied.html
Comments:Take the above url to my new story page. PLEASE COME,
READ, AND FOLLOW THE RULES. THANX.
MasterSJB
Friday, June 1st 2001 - 02:19:18 PM
Name: Kamarack
E-mail address: david_bruce_assoc@hotmail.com
Homepage URL: http://books.dreambook.com/kamarack/main.html
Comments:Hi,
Just to let all you scarf bondage fanatics know that I've
started a dreambook to cater specifically for fans of silk
scarf bondage, so come and post your experiences
and stories.
http://books.dreambook.com/kamarack/main.html
Thursday, September 27th 2001 - 02:28:02 AM
Name: m
Comments:test
Sunday, December 2nd 2001 - 11:42:55 PM
Name: FFree StuffE
Comments:FFree StuffE
Monday, March 18th 2002 - 03:09:55 AM
Name: Jessica
E-mail address: jessica@amateur-porn-cam.com
Homepage URL: http://www.amateur-porn-cam.com
Comments:You guys rule.
Sunday, May 5th 2002 - 05:03:51 AM
Name: TierTom
E-mail address: hogtiertom@hotmail.com
Comments:
With one of my best friends I won a bet, so I could torture her for a while. Here ya go a fuckin' true story, hope some of ya will learn from it!
She lied there on her stomach and put her hands behind her back. I tied her wrists together (crossed wrists), then tied her ankles as well. When it was done, I took a little padlock and bent her legs upward and pulled on her hands. Of course I linked her ankles to her wrists, with the padlock. She was lying there hogtied and helpless. Well, she tried everything. I watched her struggling. Her fingers were crawling around the padlock, with no use and she tried to pull her ankles and wrists away from each other but it was totally useless, of course. After several minutes of trying, she looked up at me and spoke:
“Please, gimme more slack, because I got no chance this way…” I answered her to keep on trying, but she told me that she wanted only 2-3 inches between her wrists and ankles, ‘cause that way she had a chance to move her hands and feet a bit more. “So, you wanna have slack?” I asked. “Only some inches… use rope, please!”
I told her to keep on trying for a bit more and then I’d change. She rolled on her back and started to picking the padlock again, with her back arched. I went out of the room for rope and got back there after a short time. She looked at me and I rolled her back, from her side I unlocked the padlock and she stretched with relieve. I looped the rope through her bond wrists and led through the back ring of her collar. She didn’t understand what I was doing first. “What the…?” I pulled on the rope and she had to bring her wrists upward along her spine, until they reached the middle of her back. She said that it was hurt, I told her that she could bent her head up and back, that would help. She rose her head and I pulled again on the rope. Now her head was tilted back and her hands couldn’t be lowered. I said “Legs up, babe!” “Oh, no… you…” she replied “Ya waned rope, so here you go. ” I told her and with one hand I held the rope with the other I grabbed her tied ankles and pulled them. They were getting closer to her butt, but I kept pulling them. Her knees lost touch with the ground, only a bit – and then I linked the rope’s end to her ankles. She was in panic. At first she tried to stretch, but she felt her hands being torn out, not to mention her neck. I didn’t let any slack at all, so she couldn’t make a move. I started tickle her feet, but she couldn’t say a world, because her throat was pulled by the collar. I told her that if she makes any voice, I’d gag her, right away and pulled out a ball of rag… she kept quite. Then I double checked her ropes and sat down next to her. I kept her in this position for 10-12 minutes, and her muscles went limb... she was chokin' a bit, so I let her loose. If ya wanna know more about these stories, mail me! Right now!

TierTom
Monday, June 10th 2002 - 05:05:06 AM
Name: Annissa
E-mail address: annissa@pinto-horses.org
Homepage URL: http://www.pinto-horses.org
Comments:Very good job on your website!
Monday, July 8th 2002 - 08:34:50 AM
Name: Lorraine
E-mail address: lorraine@lorraineshomepage.com
Homepage URL: http://www.lorraineshomepage.com
Comments:I really thought your page was cool, good stuff, lorraine
Thursday, April 10th 2003 - 10:35:31 AM
Name: Lara
E-mail address: lara@cuteandsingle.com
Homepage URL: http://cuteandsingle.com
Comments:Great idea. I loved it.
Thursday, April 10th 2003 - 11:01:30 PM
Name: Frederick NOSPAM
E-mail address: fred@vomjupiter.net
Homepage URL: http://www.fearmypower.com/
Comments:With compliments.
Monday, April 14th 2003 - 04:33:32 AM
Name: Steve
Comments:I had been chatting with Kathy on the internet for a couple of months. During that correspondence I leanred that we shared a common interest in bondage so she decided to meet me for some bondage play. Well on the appointed day she came over to my apartment and we had a good time as I tied and gagged her in several positions. At one point I had her stripped down to a thong bikini panty, gagged, tied and blindfolded. Just as I finished tying her up there was a knock at the door. Since Kathy was gagged she certainly couldn't say anything so I just decided to ignore the door. What we didn't know was that my neighbor Carrie was at the door wondering if I was home. I had dated her for awhile and we had become good friends but I had never revealed my interest in bondage to her. Well I am out of town on buisness a lot and Carrie had a key to my apartment and she picked that moment to use it and come in. When she walked through the front door there was Kathy all tied and gagged. Well I kind of panicked and grabbed Carrie from behind and clmaped my hand over her mouth so she couldn't call out. Then I pushed her to the floor, slapped a strip of tape over her mouth and tied her hands behind her back. then to make sure she couldn't get up I teied her ankles together and added some more tape to her mouth. Ok now what the heck to I do. Kathy was sitting there mmmphing and struggling and I think what was happening scared her. Carrie was also on the floor struggling and mmmphing. I decided to strip Carrie of the skirt she was wearing, yea I wanted to see her in her panties. Then I got a video Camera and taped both of the ladies as I moved to tie them face to face both stripped topless, the tips of thier tits touching. I sat their and watched them struggle together for several minutes. Then I walked over to Carrie and explained to here that Kathy and I were friends, that we do this for fun and nothing wrong was going on. Kathy shook her head in agreement. I ungagged Carrie and told her that I was going to release her but would keep the video and show it around if she was to tell what happened to anyone. Well I released Carrie and she put her clothes back on and left. Kathy and I finished our bondage play, her telling me that she kind of liked the suprise of being tied to another woman. On the other hand Carrie moved a short time later and I never saw her again
Wednesday, June 11th 2003 - 08:20:07 AM
Name: ...
Comments:Whatever happened to that story on EHarris' old dreambook where the guy related a story about his mother, sister and her friends being stripped down to their bra and panties and standing against the wall with their hands behind their heads while the burglars searched their clothes? The one with arthritis was left on the bed hogtied, blindfolded and gagged. Before the burglars left, they let everyone use the bathroom but they were watched. Anyone remember that story?
Friday, December 26th 2003 - 01:42:32 PM
Name: Jay
Comments:Whatever happened to that story on Eharris' old dreambook where the guy relates how his mother, sister and her friends were all stripped down to their bra and panties and forced to stand against the wall with their hands behind their heads while the burglars searched their clothes? The one with arthritis was left hogtied, blindfolded and gagged on the bed while the others were on the kitchen floor. Before the burglars left, they made sure all the girls had used the bathroom, but watched them. Anyone remember this one?
Friday, December 26th 2003 - 01:45:08 PM
Name: Jay
Comments:Yeah, Greg. Let's hear it.
Sunday, December 28th 2003 - 01:27:55 PM
Name: peek
Comments:err... is anyone here?
Monday, April 5th 2004 - 01:39:08 AM
Name: Mike
Comments:site working or what?
Monday, May 31st 2004 - 10:57:17 AM
Name: JONATHAN
Friday, September 30th 2005 - 10:49:32 PM
Name: Dr. David
E-mail address: changing@yahoo.com
Homepage URL: http://bondageblog.com
Comments:I was 15 and went to my friends house. He was gone but his 10 year old sister answered the door. After telling me that, she grabed my hand and pulled me into the house. Telling me she had to show me something and be very quiet. She opened a bedroom door where another girl was tied to the bed.
Saturday, February 24th 2007 - 08:04:36 AM
Name: william
E-mail address: smith.william@gmail.com
Comments:Love your stories
Tuesday, June 22nd 2010 - 08:41:00 AM
Name: Lincoln Shitting
Homepage URL: http://www.lincoln-shitting.com
Comments:Tied up and going abeshit
Wednesday, September 28th 2011 - 11:32:46 PM
Name: Former Churchgoer
E-mail address: paolo860@sbcglobal.net
Homepage URL: http://www.cockringwarehouse.com
Comments:On Saturday nights, I have a special friend that I visit. Sometimes one of us ties the other up, but we usually try to tie each other up until there's only one hand left. We call it the pleasure hand.

Over the years, we've amassed quite a collection of dongs, gel toys, squirt guns, push pins, bungee cords, you name it...

One Saturday he told me he wouldn't be around because he was going to some kind of event being held in an area known for its gay bars. What the fuck?!

I knew I'd be by myself, so I decided to go all out! I set up a jungle gym with a tire swing filled with sex toys and a modified see-saw. When either side of the see-saw goes down, dildos on the platform below pop up through hole in the seats. While the other ends go up, an extension hits one of the soap dispensers on either side that squeeze out chocolate syrup. Above the see-saw is an overhead chandelier with upside-down spice shakers that are filled with glitter, triggered by a string I could pull with my mouth.

It's so fucking awesome. Good times!
Thursday, September 29th 2011 - 07:54:23 PM
Name: Sandy Bernabei
E-mail address: sandybernabei
Homepage URL: http://www.lincoln-shitting.com
Comments:Mum made me tie her to the toilet again. Honestly, I don't know why she's so obsessed with it. She makes me call her "Mrs. Lincoln" and always wears a black top hat. As soon as she's tied up, she has me fetch her a newspaper in my mouth like a dog.

I always must kneel when she pulls the paper out of my mouth. Then she pulls a Milkbone dog biscuit out of a box off the shelf and shoves it in my mouth. She doesn't make me eat it, but I must confess, I have on occasion and I don't much mind the taste.

Oh, and in the background we usually have a home video playing of her stripping at a GG Allin concert from his 1992 tour with the Murder Junkies.

Mum says things along the lines of watch Mrs. Lincoln shitting and things like that. When she's ready to be untied, she yells, "I am freeing the slaves!" Then she flushes the toilet, which is my cue to untie her.

She wants me to perform acts in front of her while she's on her "throne," but so far I've only found girls that are interested and I'd rather get involved with a guy.

Had to get that out. I COULD NEVER DISCUSS THIS WITH MY COLLEAGUES.
Sunday, October 9th 2011 - 07:51:22 PM
Name: Sandra
E-mail address: sandy.bernabei@gmail.com
Comments:You don't know how much of a release this site is for me.

Keep up the good work!
Wednesday, November 16th 2011 - 07:13:58 PM
Name: leslie
E-mail address: leslielovesbondage@yahoo.com
Comments:id love to talk about bondage and see pics of real life girls in bondage. email me. please. if u can send me pics of yu being tied or of you tying other id love it please
Tuesday, January 24th 2012 - 05:44:07 PM
Name: Lissa
Comments:About 5 weeks ago I had a bondage experience I'll not forget any time soon.Lemme explain.My names Lissa,I'm an African american girl that's 17,and a size 34 CD.I'm 6"2 and I'm really interested in bondage.I've had quite a few bondage experiences.But I'm sidetracking right now.3 months ago,I met a boy Named Xander.He was hot,5"9,and athletic.After a couple weeks,we learned we were both interested in bondage.Our first bondage appointment he was the domme,and gave me some whippings,put me in a super hogtie and stuck some vibes in me.I cummed about 10 times,I was so horny.And at the next appointment I would be the domme.Now to then.I went over to his house with my bondage kit."So,I think I'm gonna start you off with a strapedo.What do you think?" He looked at me wierdly."I thought I was going to be domme this time around.""No, I was.Remember?" As I said this,he took out a bunch of rope."Strip down to your bra and panties now." As I began to protest,he shoved me down to the bed and flipped me over.I squealed and squirmed,but he cuffed me and tied my ankles togeher.Then he gagged me and proceeded to strip me to nothing.Then he put me in a super hogtie and shoved his cock up my butt.He put a very strong vibe with sensors on it to go up a level every time I cum up to level 10 in my pussy.I screamed into my gag almost immediately.He spread eagles me out on the bed and shoves his hands on to my tits.I try to squirm but only get myself hurt cause of the hogtie.Then,he takes out a crotchrope and puts it right next to the vibe,making it go even deeper.I start humping it,trying to make it stop.I can't take it anymore and cum.The vibe doubles in power.He then attaches nipple clamps to my boobs and weighs them down with a bag of paperclips.He then takes my gag out,immediatly replacing it with his rock hard cock.I squeal and then cum.Vibrator Increases power.He shoves a long dildo up my butt now.I'm practically hyperventillating now.Then he starts tickling my feet.I cum.He then takes his cock out of my mouth then replaces it with cloth and a penis gag.He then gets me up and moves me Into strapedo position.I cum.He pumps water through the dildo In my butt.He tickles my boobs.I squeal and cum.
Wednesday, January 25th 2012 - 11:34:49 PM
Name: Mike
E-mail address: bndgguy1@yahoo.com
Comments:HI, I am a male very interested in bondage. If any girls on here would like to roleplay with me, please email me! Thanks
Saturday, February 25th 2012 - 10:18:52 PM
Name: Amanda Redcar
Comments: MY LONG CAPTIVITY AS A SLAVE IN NEW HAMPSHIRE – Amanda Redcar

Susie and I met up in a BDSM bar that evening.

I had known Susie since school days and we often met.

We shared a delight in BDSM bondage - or more aptly skirt bondage - that is we liked to tie up each other when we were wearing a skirt.

It was a real turn on. Sometimes it was only a skirt, sometimes the whole shooting match of skirt, blouse and boots.

We spent many hours lying next to each other in her or my flat - one of us tied up tightly.

She looked gorgeous that evening and had brought along a beautiful "woman" tightly tied up.

We got talking and she invited me up to her room - the three of us.

The beautiful "woman" was released from her bondage and I found out that "she" was a bloke - she was introduced to me as Jemma.

However she (or is it he) looked the part wonderfully and she was gorgeous.

Now I have always liked men in skirts - and Susie asked me if I would like to subdue Jemma for the evening.

Now I am a very fit and strong woman and so I rose to the challenge.

Poor Jemma didn't have a chance.

I twisted one of his arms behind his back and forced him to the floor. Susie watched in amusement and handed me a rope and I tied his wrists up in a reverse prayer position.

I then took a thick piece of rope and tied one end around his head with the big knot tightly in his mouth and proceeded to lead him to the door.

"Not off so soon, are you?" said Susie.

And with that, the door opened and a Japanese girl - beautifully dressed walked in.

I thought I could take her until Susie produced a gun.

"Not so quick" she said and I raised my hands in surrender.

The Japanese girl was quick.

She took a long piece of rope and laid it across my neck (first tying a loop in the middle) and then started to wind the rope down each arm tightly. She then tied my wrists together behind my back. She then took the final piece of rope and connected my wrists to the loop. And pulled

Ouch - it hurt for a moment and I was helpless.

She then proceeded to gag me in the same way I had gagged Jemma - and we were then both led down to the dining room of the convention.

You see I hadn't realised it was a BDSM convention.

I saw lots of women (- were some of them men in skirts too -it was hard to tell), tightly tied up in all sorts of modes and positions.

One woman, Darlene came over and ran her hands over my body.

"I'll give you $1000 dollars for her for the weekend" she said.

"Done" Susie said - "it's OK darling", she said to me "she'll look after you - I know her well."

Darlene took me upstairs - I really had no choice as I was as helpless as a lamb.

She had a twin sister Genevieve who was into deep snogging and who kept me with my hands tied behind my back.

The gag came off and they insisted in deep tongue kissing me - one after the other.

They simply grabbed my hair to hold me still told me to open my mouth and then started tongue kissing.

How my mouth tingled. It was mouth watering.

They then proceeded to feed me with a meal, spoon by spoon having lowered me from the harness but keeping me well tied up. They apologised for not untying me but they realised that I would be too strong for them if they loosed me.

They gave me some drink and took me to the bathroom. It is had to go with your hands tied behind you but somehow it worked

They tickled me too - and I squirmed about for hours until I fell asleep exhausted.

The next morning I was gagged again and Darlene sold me on to Jenny, who was a real sadist for $2000.

Jenny simply did what she wanted to me.

However that evening I was gagged and a hood was placed over my head. I was taken to the lift and then placed in a car.

The car drove - it must have been an hour - where we came to a house.

There I was sold to John and Betty as their slave for $5000.

Betty untied me but John covered me with a gun.

They took me upstairs and bathed me - dressed me in a clean white skirt and red top and my boots again and then handcuffed my hands tightly behind my back.

"You can scream as much as you like dear" Betty told me. "We are miles from anywhere".

I was then led to my bedroom where I was forced face down on the bed and my feet were spreadeagled to the corners of the bed.

And there I spent the night

ON THE MOVE

The next day was a real ordeal. Betty came and dressed me in a brown leather skirt, red blouse and brown boots, with John standing guard with the gun.

They fitted a face gag over my face - one with three straps attached to an O ring into which a ball had been placed. This was tightened in place so that the ball was almost down my throat.

My arms were then fitted into a strappado - which if you haven't worn one presses your elbows together behind your back. That hurt too for a bit.

I was then thrown on a rug, my boots were tied together and brought up to the bottom of the strappado effectively hog-tying me.

I was then hooded.

I was left here all day with no food or drink until evening.

That evening I was picked up, placed in the back of a car and driven to the airport and was manhandled on to a private jet (I assume).

I was sedated and woke up a number of hours later in the middle of a slave market in what I thought was Africa.

As my eyes accustomed themselves to my environment, I saw Rupert, a childhood crush - and I still fancied him. He raised his finger to his lips to silence me recognising him.

He came over to me and started feeling me all over - as if he was considering buying me - and even tweeked my breasts -once quite painfully. And he had the nerve to put his hand under my skirt and rummage about.

A couple of Arabs came over and looked me over (with their hands). It was quite painful as one even sank his teeth into my breasts to see how they felt to sucking. I would have screamed but I was gagged and tears fell down my face.

I was lot number 56 - and when the time for bidding came the price rocketed. The black girl before me went for $500 -and I thought she was pretty

But I was white and the bidding started at $100 thousand. Rupert bid and so did the Arabs - but Rupert kept bidding until they both dropped out.

He bought me for $750 thousand.

As I presumed was the custom, I was delivered to his room at the hotel, still gagged, bound and hooded.

Rupert came into the room and said: "Amanda dear, you're safe now. I heard that you had been kidnapped and I followed the trail to here"

He took of the hood and ungagged me and how I gulped in the fresh air.

Then he kissed me tenderly.

"We are still not home and dry yet" he said " We have to continue to play the game"

And with that he re-gagged and re-hooded me.

The staff of the hotel came and carried me to the truck where I heard them say that "this one is due at the Ebenezer ranch" (my new owners ranch)

When I got to his ranch, he unhooded me and ungagged me and said: "Amanda dear, will you marry me"

I was so relieved I said "yes".

I was then taken out of the room by the two maids, untied and dressed in a beautiful white wedding dress.

As I was admiring it, I felt by arms twisted behind my back in a reverse prayer position. "You have to look religious today" one of the maids said.

Rupert had also asked Sadie my best friend to be my bridesmaid. He had said that I would like her to come in a brown leather midi skirt, white blouse and brown boots with her hands tied behind her back.

Sadie was surprised but as she said afterwards "Nothing surprises me with Amanda"

So we both came down the aisle hands tied behind our backs.

When the minister asked me if I would marry Rupert I said "yes".

It turned out that this wedding had been organised by Rupert's Bondage Club of which the minister was a member.

Rupert had heard of my proclivity to bondage and had gone out of his way big time to make it a very special occasion

That evening Sadie and I remained tied up at the reception, with Rupert feeding me and Lucy Sadie's girlfriend feeding her

I was released that evening but Sadie (who had taken a week off work for the wedding) remained tied up the whole week. And Lucy had great fun with her - though I am not sure Sadie enjoyed it quite as much

Sadie told me that I owed her big time and she was going to extract her revenge

SADIE'S REVENGE

I was out on the ranch riding my horse when I was ambushed by a masked raider. He held a pistol at my head and ordered me off the horse.

From behind the bushes, his beautiful accomplice - wearing a long black skirt, boots and a red blouse came and tied my hands behind my back.

She fixed a gag in my mouth and tied a rope round my waist and threw it to the masked raider.

Fortunately I had a good set of brown boots on that day that reached up to the bottom of my brown leather midi skirt.

The accomplice then tied my elbows together with rope that accentuated my breasts.

She then passed a rope around the top of the breasts and then circled it below it pinioning my arms to my back.

She then tied a rope between by ankles restricting the length of my step but still allowing me to walk.

I was then led, suitably tightly tied up by the masked raider and his accomplice who took my horse - along a path to a cave where a fire was going.

Guess who was there - my friend Sadie who then took change of me and the masked raider rode off.

The accomplice and Sadie had laid straw down for a bed and I was forced onto the straw - face down and bum up.

Sadie then proceeded to sit on me and ran her hand underneath my skirt - to which I shrieked.

"No one can hear you here" she said: "And you are mine tonight."

After "torturing" me for what seemed like an eternity, she led me to a large tree that had grown in the middle of the cave after feeding and watering me.

She and her accomplice (who turned out to be Lucy) proceeded to tie my hands behind the tree and then wrap the rope around my torso from the waist up to my neck - effectively attaching me to the tree.

However the skirt and boots were not roped to the tree.

Lucy then ball-gagged me

"Do you remember your wedding?" Sadie said." I was tied up for a week after it. At your request. My revenge is simply that you will pass a couple of nights here suitably tied up and "tortured"."

"That's not true" I started to say " It was Rupert's trick" - but the words would not come out - as I was effectively gagged

And with that, three black buxom wenches, suitably skirted and booted came out and started to minister to me.

Two days was a long time - even if they fed me watered me and gave me regular toilet breaks.

I can't tell you all the things these women did to me over those two days.

Suffice it to say, it more than made up for a week's bondage.

You'd love my friend Sadie. But don't let her tie you up and skirt and boot you. You'll live to regret it - even if you have a great time. She lives up to her name - she's a sadist (though a nice one)

THE STING IN THE TAIL

When the two days of my captivity had come to an end, Lucy and her three wenches suddenly jumped Sadie, tied her up and gagged her.

They then led the two of us now trussed, gagged, skirted and booted) by a rope around our waists back down the path to a little cottage on our estate.

Lucy smiled as the three black wenches took us upstairs into the bedrooms and spreadeagled us (bums sunny side up).

If you haven't ever experienced a spreadeagle, when it is applied to your ankles and your legs are pushed wide apart, you are stuck. You cannot roll over by yourself (though someone else can turn you) and you are simply pinned down in the spreadeagle position.

It is very effective form of restraint and your legs don't need to be tied by any other means to immobilise you and make you a helpless prisoner.

That evening we heard a car pulled up and two handsomely dressed women got out. We could smell their expensive perfume and felt their silky skirts glide over our legs when they sat upon us.

They paid Lucy $1000 dollars each and had their way with us the whole night through.

The one who had me had a penchant for whipping me (fortunately I had a sweater over my blouse to take some of the sting away) but once or twice she turned me over and rolled up the blouse and sweater and started nibbling at my breasts. This so aroused her that once she bit them really quite hard but stopped when I cried.

She liked sitting on top of me, fondling the skirt over my bum (the material of the skirt and my bum were a real turn on she said) as well as rocking on top of me on my hands.

She would occasionally pull my middle finger up painfully just to stop me dropping off to sleep.

She also loved tousling my hair - and occassionally grabbing it and pulling it up hard, straining my head back.

Sadie's woman was much kinder and simply sat on her and fondled her bum.

She did however like to tickle her which was sheer torture for Sadie as she is so very ticklish.

For the last hour the handsome woman released the spreadeagle on Sadie's ankles and hogtied her tightly enjoying watching her struggle to escape.

In the morning, Lucy came into our room and said: " Sadie, she who calls the tune has to pay the piper. That's my payment for your revenge on Amanda. Are you quits now"

We both gurgled "yes" and she released us

Sadie could not resist twisting my arms one more time behind my back, forcing me to the floor and teasing me as she held my hands in her one hand, while exploring me with the other.

Lucy just looked on and smiled at her little girl.

We still meet from time to time for bondage parties, skirted and booted.

We've got one on tomorrow night.

Anyone care to come - but remember the rules - you have to be booted and skirted and willing to be bound and gagged

Greater Boston area

Love Amanda

Tuesday, June 5th 2012 - 02:13:41 AM
Name: Jeanne
Comments:JEANNE IN CUB BONDAGE

It was seven in the evening and I had just got in from work It was Friday night and planned to go the the Club meeting -where I was one of the two den mothers

I was still however dressed from work, in a black skirt and boots and a red blouse.

As it was late I had no time to change and as I walked in I was jumped by the boys from my cub troop and my hands were quickly tied behind me.

My co-leader Susie watched in amusement and said: Your own fault, you said last time that if anyone is late we can choose a punishment for them - and that is what they decided your punishment would be"

As a gag had already been placed in my mouth I could do little more than nod.

I was left tied up on the floor as they went to do something else.

Susie was busy with other things and so I was left hogtied for the rest of the meeting.

Once the boys had all gone home, Susie came over to me and said: "You look really cute like this - can I take you home like this."

I nodded because I had really enjoyed the evening trying to escape. The skirt moving up my stockings was a real turn on

Susie took me to the car with my hands still tied behind me and sat me in the passenger seat. She pulled the seat belt over me and drove home.

She took me into her house - and led me up stairs where I was allowed to go and use the restroom

Susie then tied me up again - for the rest of the weekend.

I don't know which one of us looked prettier - me bound and gagged or Susie in her skirt sitting astride of me . It was a beautiful sight in the long mirror by her bed

THE PORSCHE

One day, I was late for the Cub night and was rushing, when a Porsche came up beside me

"Love" the young woman said: "Can you tell me the way to the Hilton."

As was going that way and I was late - and seeing it was a woman, I thought it would be safe to get in so I said: "If you give me a lift, I'll show you"

The girl opened the door and I got in - straightening my skirt as I sat down.

Once the door closed, the radio went on full volume - and I felt my arms drawn behind my back and handcuffed. I hadn't noticed the woman at the back who then proceeded to gag me.

The driver reached over, pushed my boots together and tied my ankles together.

A hood was then placed over my head and we drove a couple of hours or so it seemed.

As the car then stopped, I was taken out of the Porsche, with my hands still manacled behind me, hooded and gagged and a rope was placed over the hood around my neck as a halter and I was led down a long path to a log cabin.

I could feel the warmth of the room as I was led to the centre of the room and forced onto my knees.

The hood was taken off and I saw a room full of sonority girls who said "Happy Birthday"

As my eyes accustomise to the room, one of the girls said: "Hey this isn't Zoe"

They quickly ungagged me and said how sorry they were - but this had been a birthday treat for Zoe.

With the handcuffs off, I saw the funny side of it as I looked at the fifteen girls.

They treated me to a wonderful dinner and said what a sport I was.

I didn't report them - and really had a great time.

I still keep in touch with them - as they have become good friends and have threatened to cuff each one of them individually myself if they do this again!

JEANNE’S REVENGE ON ZOE

Zoe was a sweet kid when I eventually met up with her - a really girly girl who loved to wear make-up, pretty skirts and boots.

She was a turn on for both me and Susie.

One evening we went over to her house ostensibly to talk about her helping in Cubs as she had been a Girl Guide but really to engage in our bondage fanatsy on her.

She asked us what we did with the Cubs and I said that at the moment the boys are into Cowboys and Indians, where they tie a captive up

"How do you mean" she naively said.

I took her and gently put here into a half nelson and forced her forward onto her stomach on the floor.

Susie then tied her hands behind her.

She looked so gorgeous tied up on the floor in her skirt and boots not able to move as Susie was sitting on her

When we had finished we said "This the way the boys practise knot tying? Could you put up with it?".

"I'd love it" she said "yes".

We proceeded to hog tie her and gagged her.

" What do you think, Zoe?" we said "Can you handle it?"

She thought she could - after all they were little boys.

We told her that she should come in a midi- length leather skirt and boots.

She came the following week and on queue the cubs asked if they could play Cowboys and Indians.

We saw where they were coming from and suggested Zoe might be the cowgirl.

Before she knew it, her hands had been forced behind her back and she was tightly tied up. A bag gag was produced and forced into her mouth.(I wondered where to Cubs got that from and one of them said they found it in his father's bedroom!)

She was then frogmarched to a chair in the middle of the room and her ankles were then firmly tied to the chair (that is why we suggested the boots)and her hands tied to the back of the chair too.

And there she stayed for the rest of the evening - with one of the boys occasionally running his hand over her leg on top of her skirt and another more adventurous running his hand inside her blouse and tweeking her breast.

What we didn't know was this was just the thing she loved - being tied up and held prisoner.

Like us she was on cloud nine

No wonder her friends had planned the treat for her birthday that I had been the victim of.

Love to all
Jeanne
Tuesday, June 5th 2012 - 02:17:30 AM
Name: Polly
E-mail address: Polly@hotmail.com
Comments:Jenson

Following your advert in the Times, I believe I came across your wife - you said she was sold at the slave auction in Mogadishu.

I was working for an Arab Sheik for many years in Mogadishu - and I recall him buying her - I remember it because it was such a strange buy.

She was wearing - unlike any other slave we ever bought - a black skirt, red top (and red pullover - in that heat)and shiny black boots. All pretty designer stuff - so we knew she was something special. Must have been around 19995

And she was given special treatment! What she did to deserve it I don't know

She could be bought for "special services" by special friends of the Sheik's.

Most of the time these "special services" would entail no more than being tightly tied up on the bed on her stomach with her legs spreadeagled, so they could "play" with her until they were sexually satisfied. Usually she was respected but not always.

What made her so atrractive to these men? I think it was to find a girly girl, skirted and booted in the desert and so I think she was rented out quite expensively.

Yet she was given to some of the worst perverts as well.

i) For example one day she was brought hooded into the room with Abdullah - she was generally only given to men.

Abdullah then caught hold of one of her hands as she stretched her hands out to feel where she was. He then whisked her arm behind her back and forcing her to her knees as she squealed in pain. He placed his knee in the middle of her back as she was forced down on her stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as she howled in agony.

Then he would demand the other arm be presented immdeiately - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until she put the other behind her back quickly to ease the pain.

She was then tied up - reverse prayer position I recall - and was fitted with a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) with the the bit fitted into her mouth.

Abdullah placed her on a table and sat on her riding her. The pain in having the bit yanked in her mouth was such as to draw blood.

ii) On another occassion she was taken to the buggy and harnnesed to it her hands tied behind her - which made pulling the buggy far more strenuous as she has nothing to hold on - not even the hraness she was pulling.

She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (obviously as a punishment) were harnessed together in a buggy and were taken for a ride - pulling a buggy with four twenty stone men in over rough terrain.

The two woman were regularly whipped if they did not pull hard enough. This was exhausting in the heat and she and the tortured guard came back drenched after 3 hours. Both were stripped off and hosed down.

The guard was then released but Jenny, (your wife Rowena), was then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, jumper -oh the heat must have been unbearable-and boots). She was then hooded which made her plight even worse as she gasped for breath with her hands tied behind her - to stop her removing the hood.

iii) On an other occasion, she was taken to the dungeon where she was suspended by her arms behind her back - for ten minutes - standing just on tiptoe. She told me that was agony as your muscles start to seize up.

iv) Again on an other occassion, she was strung up by her ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind her back with the skirt over her face and whipped for ten minutes - and I mean whipped. The man seemed to be turned on by her howls of agaony

v) There was one case only when she was given to a woman (or shall I say the woman was entertained while Jenny was present).

Jenny's torso was tightly tied to a thick post in the middle of the room, the rope being tied to accentuate her breasts (after the blouse and jumper had been removed) but the skirt and boots would be free of rope so she would be "part of the furniture" while the clients took "afternoon tea".

I remember Abdullah coming in and going up to her. Her face froze in absolute fear as he bent down and started licking her breasts and then started to bite them hard. She screamed as the blood flowed and a strong security guard had to be called to avoid Abdullah biting her breast off and killing her.

I have never heard a woman scream so loudly and so fearfully and for so long as I did that afternoon. But then the breasts are the most senstive area of our body.

vi) I don't know what it was with Abdullah - but as he was his father's favorite son, he persuaded the Sheik to give Jenny to him for his 25th birthday.

When she found out she threw herself at Abdullah's feet and kissed them. "Please don't hurt me, I'll do anything you say" she cried with tears and fear in her eyes.

"To true Lady" he replied " But you won't have any choice"

With that he clicked his fingers and his guards tied her hands behind her back and hauled her away

What happened to her after that I don't know.

What caused Abdullah to be so sadistic to her, I don't know? After all he was always so gentle with me.

But perhaps it was because I am black.

It may have been a reaction to his white governesses who brought him up so strictly and he saw this as pay back on them

If you do find her alive, give her Polly's love and tell her I so wanted to help her but I was fearful of reprisals -especially from Abdullah

With love
Polly
Monday, June 11th 2012 - 01:49:53 AM
Name: rosinda
E-mail address: Rosinda1984@hotmail.com
Comments:Booted and Skirted at school (not mine!)

It was my last year at an all male bording school and I got to know a beautiful girl Gemma at the local all girls school.

Gemma and I used to meet with her girlfriends Daphne, Debbie and Rachel from school outside their school.

One evening, it was decided to try and sneak me in - and so I was dressed up in the school uniform of black skirt, red blouse and black boots.

I was after all a very fine looking boy - and they were right I could pass off as a girl

They applied makeup to me to make things look real as well as lipstick and eye shaddow

One privilege Gemma, being head of school was allowed - as she had already passed her test was to have her own car.

So she drove in with Debbie in the passenger's seat and me (suitably skirted and booted) sat between Daphne and Rachel.

The porter let us all in - and saluted Gemma - he didn't notice that I wasn't one of the school's girls because in the dark I looked like one of them.

Indeed the girls had done such a good job that even in the light it was hard to have made out that I wasn't a girl - as I had no growth on my chin (no beard or moustache) and had long brunette hair anyway.

The girls parked the car and peeled out - but unfortunately ran into the French teacher - a beautiful lady called Miss Yvonne.

She noticed that she didn't know "one of the girls" and so called us over.

"'ou ist she?" she asked in her strong French accent pointing at me. "Rosinda" Rachel replied and then went red and admitted that I was Gemma's boyfriend who they were smuggling in - for some fun.

Miss Yvonne smiled and told Rachel and Daphne to take Rosinda to her study and I was to be made to wait there.

I started to leave but Rachel simply twisted my arm behind my back to stop me. "You are not going to drop us in it" she said and with Daphne frogmarched me up to Mis Yvonne's study.

They then proceeded to tie my hands behind my back and gagged me, tying me to Miss Yvonne's chair

I struggled but it was no use; the girls had tied my torso to the back of the chair and my ankles to the legs of the chair.

Miss Yvonne and Miss Cynthia the Head came up about half an hour later and smiled as they saw me tied up in the chair.

"So you want to be a girl tonight" Miss Cynthia said. "I think that can be arranged."

They untied me from the chair (though my wrists were still tied behind my back - those girls knew how to tie knots) freed my nakles and led me down the corridor to Miss Cynthia's room.

There I was forced to lie down on a carpet on the floor and was hogtied and gagged.

" Wait there dear until after roll all and I will come back and deal with you" Miss Cynthia said.

When she came back, she said " The choice is yours. You can either be sent back to your school like this and explain to the Headman what is going on - or accept my punishment for you"

She removed my gag and said "Well which is it?"

"What is your punishment" I asked

" I am not going to say, you'll just have to trust me" Miss Cynthia replied. "But it will be fitting"

Not wanting to explain why I was like this, I opted for Miss Cynthia's punishment.

And so I was taken to the upper school girl's dorm (the girls in it were Gemma, Daphne, Rachel and Debbie all of whom I knew and Susan who I hadn't met)- still tied up - and left with them.

It didn't take them long to tie me down on a bed and then they played poker for who would get me - and who would be tied up next to me.

Gemma lost and was tied up tightly next to me. It was areal turn on to see your girlfriend tied up in her skirt, boots and blouse - and how they tied her up accentuated her breasts.

And the winner was Susan.

And so she and Daphne and Debbs had their way with Gemma and me that evening.

Any one interested to know what happened to us?
Monday, June 11th 2012 - 02:23:09 AM
Name: gh
Comments:awesome story tim
try to add ball gags to the story next time
Sunday, November 25th 2012 - 04:28:55 PM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:The Cottage

My Austrian second cousin Heidi (he one who was a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night.

We were beginning to be an item

We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the B&D Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee lenght kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening).

Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Heidi. She twisted Heidi's arms behind her back before cuffing her.

As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up.

I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position.

Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar.

You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee.

The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me

She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots.

" I told you to stay out of this" she said to Heidi and me, Heidi having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order."

It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Heidi and I had discovered. Or so I thought.

"However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to put you in bondage until this is over."

And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles.

Heidi and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied.

"That should keep you docile" one of them said.

As Heidi opened her mouth to protest, a gag was inserted into her mouth.

" Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked.

I shook my head.

We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd.

We were released from the hogtie and led into the house. Heidi's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut.

"Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests."

We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit.

Heid was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching.

"Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me"

And with that the two Belles came over and untied me.

"Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs.

"Don't you wnat to know why Heidi's still manacled" the Chief said.

" I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of Heidi in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire. She just looked so cute.

" I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in yoru appartment."

"Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't take off with Heidi as her hands cuffed behind her back and she wouldn't get far in the woods like that."

"Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping."

Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could ahve been a model.

"Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words.

And with that she left.

"Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively.

Heidi looked at me forlornly.

"Sorry Heidi" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz"

After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different.

I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back.

Not only tied behind her back but there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergent Major's on parade ground.

Her elbows had been tied together. She was also ball gagged and blindfolded.

"Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said.

I complied

"Down on your knees"

Again I complied.

The scene was surreal.

I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room.

The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me.

She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor.

She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck.

Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all.

She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two togther at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomack and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back.

The woman then came and uncuffed Heidi.

"Heidi dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman"

" I was pulled to my feet and Heidi took over.

" I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled.

The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her .

"And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening"

The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming.

You see Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's boss and she had a crush on the Fonz.

I was going to be a long night for the Fonz
Thursday, March 28th 2013 - 05:24:11 AM
Name: JR Kelling
E-mail address: JR@hotmail.com
Comments:The Cottage

You will be surprised what happened to me, not least because I doubt you have heard of the special task force known as the Belles.

It is a counter intelligence group made up solely of women, because it is recognised that women have superior mental powers - and also can be trained to be as lethal as the men

My Austrian second cousin Heidi (the one who is a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night.

We were beginning to be an item.

We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the B&D Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee length kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening).

Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Heidi.

She twisted Heidi's arms behind her back before cuffing her.

As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up.

I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position.

Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar.

You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee.

The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me.

She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots.

"I told you to stay out of this" she said to Heidi and me, Heidi having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order."

It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Heidi and I had discovered.

Or so I thought.

"However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to keep you tied up until this is over."

And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles.

Heidi and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied.

"That should keep you docile" one of them said.

As Heidi opened her mouth to protest, a gag was inserted into her mouth.

" Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked me. I shook my head.

We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd. We were released from the hogtie and led into the house.

Heidi's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut.

"Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests."

We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit. Heid was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching.

"Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me"

And with that the two Belles came over and untied me. "Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs.

"Don't you want to know why Heidi's still manacled" the Chief said.

"I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of Heidi in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire.

She looked such a damsel in distress. Wow was she o cute.

" I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in your appartment."

"Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't escape while Heidi has her her hands cuffed behind her back. Anyway if the both of you ran, she wouldn't get far in the woods like that. Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping."

Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could have been a model.

"Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words.

And with that she left.

"Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively.

Heidi looked at me forlornly.

"Sorry Heidi" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. You heard the chief. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz"

After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different. I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back.

Not only tied behind her back but her elbows had been tied together. On top of that there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergeant Major's on parade ground.

She was then ball gagged and blindfolded.

"Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said.

I complied.

"Down on your knees"

Again I complied.

The scene was surreal.

I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room.

The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me.

She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor. She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck. Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all.

She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two together at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomach and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back.

The woman then came and uncuffed Heidi. "Heidi dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman, is he?"

I was pulled to my feet and Heidi took over. "I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled.

The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her.

"And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening"

The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming.

You see the woman was Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's boss and she had a crush on the Fonz.

It was going to be a long night for the Fonz - and I guessed for me too.

Heidi chuckled as she led me into the bedroom....
Friday, March 29th 2013 - 07:58:02 AM
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