Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Story Complete!!

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Jan 02, 2012 6:31 am

I've just finished Spring 1967- Bound Captor, its now time for my next one.

If you've read my last story, and look at the title, you might have an idea of what might happen in this story.

This story is shorter than Bound Captor. I have already finished this story, so I would probably finish posting the story before the end of the month.

Once again, thanks to all of you who read my last story, and special thanks to those who left comments.

I hope you like this story.
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Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part I

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Jan 02, 2012 6:32 am

Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part I

Betty’s Idea
(m/f)


In the last story, Betty (9), then Nancy (9), managed to win a tie-up game for their respective teams while they themselves were tied up.

Nancy’s copycat actions regarding capturing the others while tied up had spurred Betty to try to better Nancy in the tie-up department. Although they were close friends, Betty was rather annoyed that Nancy blatantly imitated her down to the last details. I was not aware of that until my sister took action which was so crazy that not even Nancy would dare try to replicate it.

To better understand what would happen next, let me give some background which will make it all explicable.

Betty plunged into the tie-up games with wild enthusiasm. However, her enthusiasm seemed one-sided. She loved to be tied up and gagged, but not so much being the captor. However, she was able to keep her enthusiasm in check when we were in a regular game, so she doesn’t try to deliberately get captured and stuff. She plays for keeps and proved an excellent captor when she has to be.

The main way in which she shows her enthusiasm for being tied up was outside such games. During those days, she always asks my brother or I to tie her up and gag her, almost everyday. Even in school days, when my parents generally disapprove us playing tie up games, she would insist that she be tied up after dinner, homework, and before bedtime. And during days without classes, almost invariably, she would insist on being tied up when at home. Or she would go to Nancy’s place where she could be sure she could be tied up too.

She would often request that she be tied up hand and foot, and be gagged. On many occasions, she would be content to just lay on the sofa, relaxing while being able to do nothing. Sometimes, she would try hopping around the house. On other days, my brother or I would tie up her hands, and gag her, but not her feet, to let her roam around the house bound and gagged. Only rarely would she be ungagged when tied up. She always insisted that its part of a proper tie-up game, and only with a ‘proper, regular’ gags, that is, gags that could not be easily removed on her part without use of her hands.

Often times, she would try to talk while gagged. A simple cleave gag and similar type of gags could easily be understood, even though it was muddled. But when her mouth was stuffed, as we all knew too well, especially if the stuffing was large and literally mouth filling, nothing could be understood. When, she was bound hand and foot, she would just lie there in frustration if she was not able to communicate properly—she accepted it as part of the experience. However, when she can walk, her creativity and intelligence would find a way for her to communicate with others.

One such way that she discovered was to write messages. She discovered that when, while she was walking with her hands behind her back, and tightly gagged, she tried to tell me something, and I couldn’t understand what she was telling me. Then, in one small table that was waist high, she saw a small notebook and a pen. She quickly went and tried to write something. Believe me, I don’t think it was easy while not being able to see what you’re writing, and when your hands are tied. My sister has beautiful penmanship, but what she wrote while tied up, the penmanship became something ugly. But understandable. She wrote, bangs, eyes. And I immediately knew what she wanted to tell me.

“Your bang’s covering your eyes, and you want me to fix it?” I asked.

She nodded.

And just like that, she began to experiment, and began to practice. She practiced carrying a small notebook in her left hand and a pen in her right hand while tied up but still able to walk. She would find something where she could put down the notebook and she can write. At first, she could only write one or two words, but constant practice meant that she was able to write sentences soon, and her penmanship became more legible. Her handling of the pen while her hands were tied behind her became deft, and as long as she has paper and pen, and has somewhere to write, she can express what she want no matter how tightly gagged she was. Of course, preventing it was simply a matter of taking away the pen and notebook from her, or tying her fingers together, or something. So in a real game, her talent would be next to useless. Instead, captors began to use it as a way of avoiding ungagging her when they wanted to listen to what she wanted to say while tied up.

With this knowledge in mind, the event that I will narrate will become much more intelligible.

It was morning of the first Saturday of June. Officially, it was still spring, but summer beckons. The trees were not anymore skeletons of branches, but have worn their coat of green. The ground too was green with grasses, and the air was warm. So warm that we did not need to wear any jacket, coat, or anything like that. The days grew longer, and we could get away with staying out longer than usual.

I was ten at that time, and I was playing tie-up games for more than a year, since the spring of ‘66. At first, it was just as boys, but in the course of our games, we invited more and more girls until there were nearly an equal number of boys and girls in our games. We developed and evolved rules for our play, and explored the boundaries of what was and what wasn’t permissible at that time.

Since the last tie up games, we continued our usual games. Almost all the games either occurred on Friday afternoon after school or Saturday. The weekdays were off because of school, while Sunday was off too because morning was reserved for Church, and afternoons either were family time, or review time for school the next day.

The school term was nearing its end. I was looking forward to the coming summer. That morning, I was sleeping in. Although I slept uncommonly early last night, I just wasn’t in the mood to get up. I was awake because my eyes were open, but I had no will to get up from bed. Especially when I looked at my watch and saw that it was just half past eight. The decision, however, was taken away from me.

“Hi Tom,” I heard Betty greet. I then noticed my little sister standing by the side of the bed. She was wearing a light blue frilly dress. It was sleeveless, and its hem reached to her knees. She was sockless, wearing sandals. Her hair was held in a blue ribbon, and tied in a ponytail.

“Hi Betty,” I groggily said and turning around and trying to sleep.

“Wakey! Wakey! Wakey!” she said, gently shaking by the shoulders.

“It’s too early,” I tried to say, “I’ll tie you up when I wake up, or ask Andrew instead.”

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” she said, as she jumped into my bed and began to violently shake me.

“Okay, I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m awake,” I said as I sat on my bed. I yawned, and fell back to bed.

I heard my drawer open, by I did not pay it much attention. Until suddenly, I felt the cold plastic of my water pistol press against my forehead. I opened my eyes to see Betty holding the pistol, touching my forehead. Before I could do anything, she fired, and a small amount of water wetted my face.

“I got you! Now get up!” she commanded.

Oh great! I’m her captive.

I thought at that time that I really should start waking early. My brother Andrew (11), his friend David (11), and Angela (10), were all early risers, and Betty was becoming to look like one too. It was an incalculable advantage in tie-up games, to get the competition while they are still asleep. That was probably one reason why my team has more losses than my brother’s. Andrew’s team had coincidentally more early risers than my team.
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor

Postby Chase Ricks » Mon Jan 02, 2012 7:44 am

Sometime soon you turn the tables on her so she is restrained and gagged tightly right?
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor

Postby hafnermg » Mon Jan 02, 2012 1:33 pm

YES!! another one of your stories begins! I can't wait to see where this one leads!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Jan 02, 2012 5:14 pm

Nice start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor

Postby viking » Tue Jan 03, 2012 2:49 am

i think i'll know what happens next seeing your title mentioning M/F and reading about what Betty learned to do :D

by the way, when your story started with you waking up in the morning and yawning it really reminded me about Jennifer's stories, she used to write that a lot.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part II

Postby Tom Ford » Thu Jan 05, 2012 8:51 am

To Shane Bikman,, oh yes, that’s what happened, although at her own request.

To hafnermg, I hope you like this story too.

To sarumansauron, thanks.

To Viking, thanks. I’m not a morning person, and a lot of my friends who play tie up games wake up pretty early, so I usually am sleepy when I play earlier than I planned. Oh and Jennifer was one of the best authors of tie up stories in this site or anywhere else. I hope she can finish her last story.


Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part II

Crazy Betty
(m/f)


Betty graciously allowed me to get dressed for the day, and have a bit of a breakfast before we played. I knew the drill. Even if she liked to be captive far more than be captor, she was a competitive girl and knew when to keep her impulses in check. So I thought that most likely, I’ll be tied up by her before the morning was over.

We again headed to my room, where I asked her what I should do.

“Well, get some rope and tie me up!” she asked.

“Do you really need to squirt me then? I would have done it if you just asked,” I said.

“You wouldn’t get up if I didn’t,” she replied. She got me there.

“So, is this one of your elaborate traps where you get us all while tied up?” I asked, remembering the last time that happened.

“Yup!” she said.

“Okay,” I said, walking towards my closet and retrieving a pile of rope. “So how do you want to be tied up?”

“The usual,” said Betty. “And I better not be able to escape!”

“You don’t have to worry about that, lil’ sister,” I yawned. I was still a bit sleepy from the earlier than expected wake-up call, and I’m glad that I wasn’t immediately going to be tied up.

When I picked up a long piece of soft white cotton rope, my sister already had her back facing me, with her hands crossed behind her. I immediately tied her hands, first applying the square lash with three passes, then cinching it in the middle, then wrapping it horizontally, then vertically, across her crossed wrists, before cinching it between her hands. Finally, there was a bit of length left, which I wrapped around her waist and wrists, knotted it at back, and cinched it between her back and hands.

“There! Finished!!!” I proclaimed. “I don’t think you can get out of that!”

Betty gave a couple of tugs to confirm it. “No, I don’t think I can,” she said.

“So, who are you going to get next?” I asked.

“You’ve got to gag me first!” she said.

“What?”

“Gag me!”

“What kind of gag?” I asked.

“A proper gag! One that I can’t get rid of without my hands, and where you can’t understand anything I’m saying! The three tucked handkerchief gag!” she said.

“Is this a regular game?” I asked. “You’re still planning to get all of us, right?”

“Yup! I’m gonna get all of them, bound and gagged!” she proclaimed.

“You’re crazy! You can’t do that!” I cried.

“Oh yes I can,” she replied.

“Okay, so tell me exactly what to do after I gag you, like who do I call first, and that kind of stuff,” I said.

“No. You’ll know that after I’ve been gagged!” Betty replied.

“That’s crazy! You can’t tell me anything after you’ve been gagged!”

“Maybe I can’t tell by mouth, but I can write!” she said.

It immediately dawned on me what she was planning. I simply could not believe it.

“You can’t be serious! You’ll order me to catch the others by writing a couple of words on an old notebook while you’re tied up and gagged?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, Tom,” she said.

“Well I won’t do it! Remember all the laughter that greeted me when they learned that I’ve been taking orders from my bound sister? Imagine that I’ve been taking orders from my bound and gagged little sister!” I replied.

“Please, Tom! I’ve planning this for a long time! You’ve got to do this for me!” she pleaded. “Besides, rules are rules, and you’ve got to do what I say!”

What can I do? Truth of the matter is, it was so crazy that I’m about willing to try it out. My resistance crumbled, and I agreed. “Okay, I’ll do it,” I said.

“Thank you, Tom!” she said as she began jumping around in excitement.

I went and took from my drawer four handkerchiefs and a roll of duct tape. I folded one of the larger handkerchiefs into a wad and offered it to my sister’s mouth. She immediately opened her mouth wide open, and I happily stuffed the wad into her willing mouth.

She appeared to adjust the wad in her mouth as I got another handkerchief and tied a knot in it. I thrust the knot insider her still open mouth, and positioned it just so it was resting behind her teeth. I then tied the ends behind her neck, under her hair, which luckily for me, was ponytailed. I then then tore of a couple of strips of duct tape and applied it to her lips, mouth, and lower face. I took the third handkerchief, folded it to a narrow band, and tied it around her head over her duct tape covered mouth. I tucked the ends into the first handkerchief tied around the head, and tied the ends above the first knot behind her neck. I then tore more strips of duct tape which I applied to the front over her mouth, covering the second handkerchief. Finally, I took the last handkerchief, folded into a large triangle, tucked the ends into the first two handkerchiefs tied around her head, then tied it tight above the first two knots behind the neck, which have the effect of tightening the first two handkerchiefs around her head and making it virtually impossible to expel the wad inside her mouth without use of her hands or outside help.

“What now?” I asked my sister after finishing her gag.

She waved her head to indicate that I should follow her. Her feet were not tied, so she can walk.

She walked to my door, which was closed, so I opened it for her. She walked towards her room. The door was opened, so she just went in, and I followed.


In her room was a small table, which she uses to color coloring books and do homework. When she was standing, it was just below waist high for my sister. On the table was an old notebook, a pen, a pencil, and various coloring books. She leaned her back against the table, picked up the pen, and started writing on the notebook. If this sounds easy, it isn’t. Try doing that while your hands are tied behind you, you have to feel to get the pen, place it in your right hand so you could write in it, and steady the notebook with your left hand. You can’t see what you’re writing. Believe me, I’ve tried to do it, and the results, during that time, was less than pleasant. My sister, on the other hand, had been practicing doing this for the better part of two months. Almost every time she was tied up in our house, except for regular games, she insisted that would practice it, and my brother and I, whoever was her captor, would indulge her.

“Mmmmphh,” she said when she finished.

I read the words she wrote in the notebook from her desk. Betty wrote:

GET LSE

“Get liss,” I read.

She shook her head.

“Oh I get it! Get Louise!”

She nodded.

“So, how do you want to get her? Want me to call her and tell her to come here?” I asked.

She nodded her head. Then she wrote something else.

Tel Lse U tyd & gg me in game

She usually doesn’t write like this. Even at that age, she usually a stickler for spelling, but with her situation, I don’t blame her for writing like this.

“Tell Louise I tied and gagged you in a game?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go down and I’ll call Louise.”

She nodded before picking up the pencil with her right hand, and the notebook with her left.

(Note: The notebook where she wrote it was stored in a chest in the attic of our house. Our parents have a habit of not throwing anything at all. So our storage rooms and attics have chests full of old school notebooks, school papers, returned quizzes, exams, etc. During one recent visit to my parents, after I have started writing the stories, I went up to look for it in the attic. And by chance, I found it in the one of the chests where my sister’s elementary treasures were found. I borrowed it and showed it to my sister during one recent visit, and we both had a good laugh at it as Betty, my wife, and I reminisced our childhood.)
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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Updated!!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Thu Jan 05, 2012 11:39 pm

The game is afoot. lol
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Updated!!!

Postby sarumansauron » Fri Jan 06, 2012 3:09 pm

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Updated!!!

Postby viking » Sat Jan 07, 2012 7:46 am

I agree, Jennifer wrote some of the best stories on the forum. Gonna miss them :annoy:

Anyway, looking forward to read the next part of your story :)
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part III

Postby Tom Ford » Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:26 am

To Shane Bikman, sarumansauron, and Viking, thanks for the kind comments.

Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part III

Get Louise
(f/f), (m/f)


We went downstairs. I quickly made a call to Louise.

Luckily, she was home. I told her that I had tied up and gagged Betty, and that we’re playing a regular game. She quickly agreed to come. I was surprised it was so easy. She’s usually with Angela but this time, she didn’t say anything about it. I asked her if Angela was at home next door, and she told me she was not.

After I put down the phone, I heard Betty mumble something.

“What is it?” I asked.

She went and put the notebook and pencil to a coffee table that has enough height to be convenient to Betty—whose hands are not only bound behind her back, but pinned to her back by a rope around her waist. She can’t move her hands up and down because of that (which she normally could if only her wrists were tied). She wrote something. It read:


Shoot hr whn lse coms


“Shoot her when Louise comes?” I read.

She nodded.

“How do you like her tied up?” I asked.

She then wrote again on another page.


Lk me.


“Like you?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Gagged like you too?”

She nodded again.


However, Betty was not the only one capable of generating a surprise that day.


I quickly went upstairs to retrieve my water gun in my room and a couple of lengths of rope. When I came back, Betty was sitting on the couch, in a position that would guarantee that Louise would see her bound and gagged form first.

I waited for a knock on the door, and it was not long in coming. About twenty minutes after the call, I heard the knock on the door, and I opened it to let Louise in.

Louise and Angela entered. Louise was wearing a pink short sleeved dress that reached to her knee, and was wearing brown sneakers on her feet. Betty and I were utterly surprised to see Angela come with Louise--bound and gagged.

I quickly inspected the redheaded ten-year-old’s bonds. She was wearing a short sleeved light brown dress that reached to knees, and she was wearing mary jane shoes. Her hands were crossed behind her, and tied with rope vertically then horizontally, in a crisscross fashion. It was cinched in the middle. Louise, who had spent far more time as a victim, especially of Angela, than as a captor, has less tying skill than most of us. Yet she was a quick learner, as shown by her skill in tying up Angela. There wasn’t a rope around her waist.

The dress that Angela wore has a sash around her waist that, normally, would be knotted in a pretty bow behind her at the waist level to mark where the skirt of the dress begins. The sash was sewn in a tiny square in front, but in such a way that the fact that it was sewn to the dress is concealed. It is normally wound around the waist and tied at the back every time it was worn.

What Louise did was to untie the bow at the back, entangle the sash with the ropes tying her hands, and tie the sash above her wrists, where her fingers cannot reach it, between her hands and back, in a bow whose knot cannot be untied by just pulling the free end. The ingenious thing is that without removing the entanglement of the sash with the wrist ropes, she cannot put her hands over her bottom to her front without mutilating her dress, and both Louise and Angela knew it. Plus, Louise tied the sash around her waist much tighter than Angela normally would.

She was gagged too. Her mouth was stuffed, with a rolled sock I later learned, and its partner tied around the head over her open mouth. It wasn’t knotted at the center where it cleaved her mouth, like I would. Then her face was covered with duct tape, from nose to chin, and from ear to ear. There wasn’t anything else, and I knew that such a gag would be effective on Angela, as she never have been able to remove such a gag on her own without the use of her hands.

“What happened?” I can only ask.

Louise, however, went over and looked over Betty. “She’s really stuck, isn’t she?” she said and giggled before answering my question. “Well I saw Angela from my window coming over with a water gun. And I said to myself, “˜Not this time!’ I decided to get her first. So I got my gun, and went around the house though the backdoor, and got her first. She was a bit peeved, but rules are rules, so she let me tie her up! Then you called! Perfect. I then walked her here bound and gagged. Don’t worry. We used the shortcut through the woods. Nobody saw us. Now that we have two of them, Betty and Angela, and we only need to get two more. Who do you think we should get next?”

Betty then began acting up. “Mmmphhh mmphhhh phhhhh!” she said.

“Why isn’t her feet tied up?” asked Louise as she looked at my sister.

Even though I’d prefer to get the others with Louise’s help, I was under obligation to my sister. I quickly took my water gun from my pocket and fired at her.

Louise thought this was some sort of a joke, so I explained to her what was really happening.

“So you mean that Betty here’s the one in charge, she’s the one who caught you first, and you were just following her orders which she wrote while tied up and gagged on a notebook?” she asked, clearly disbelieving all of this, after my explanation.

“Yes,” I said in a low tone. I was really embarrassed by all this.

Louise’s response was not unexpected.

She burst into laughter. She laughed and laughed, while I had the humiliation to just wait for her to stop laughing so I can tie her up.

I had brought down a pile of ropes while waiting for Betty to arrive, so I picked a long one, and approached Louise.

“You really are serious, aren’t you?” she said when she stopped laughing.

I merely grabbed her hands and pulled it behind her. I crossed it and started tying it.

She gave no resistance as she said, “Not again! And here I am hoping I won’t be tied this day. You know I’ve been tied up almost every weekend since I met you guys?”

I merely smiled as I bound her hands. Like Betty requested, I tied Louise identically to the way I tied my sister. First, I used a square lash with three passes, then cinched in the center, then it tied her hands horizontally, then vertically, in a crisscross fashion, before cinching it between her hands. There was a bit of length left, so I tied it tight around her waist, knotted it above her hands, then cinched it between her back and wrists, pinning her bound hands to her back.

I didn’t bring down tape and handkerchief for the gag, so I asked Betty, “Let’s gag her in my room.”

She nodded.

I picked up the small notebook on the coffee table, and put it on her left hand, and the pencil on her right hand, and helped her to her feet.

“Oh my God! It’s true! Betty really is in charge!” Louise gasped as she saw this scene before guffawing. “Now I’ve seen everything.”

“Angela, Louise, follow”¦hey wait a minute! Betty, Angela’s your teammate, right?” I asked.

“Oh I hoped you wouldn’t remember. I kinda like Angie like this,” laughed Louise.

Betty nodded.

“So do you want Angela to be untied?” I asked my sister.

Betty shook her head.

“Hear that, Angie! You’ll remain tied up!” Louise crowed.

Angela glared at my sister.

“Well, both of you, Angie, Louise, follow Betty upstairs!” I commanded.

Betty who had been watching us, turned and walked upstairs. Angela and Louise followed while I brought up the rear guard.

It was quite a sight. Three girls bound, two of them gagged, and I’m the only one free, and who would’ve thought that Betty, one of the captives, was really in charge? Even I couldn’t believe it.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:02 am, edited 3 times in total.

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 3 posted

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Jan 08, 2012 9:03 am

Nancy Drew, Bess Marvin and George Fayne come to my mind for some funny reason. Great chapter.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 3 posted

Postby William F Somebody » Mon Jan 09, 2012 6:45 am

What can I say? Great chapter! I didn't expect Louise to get Angela too!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 3 posted

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Jan 09, 2012 4:20 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part IV

Postby Tom Ford » Wed Jan 11, 2012 7:59 am

Thanks to Shane Bikman, William F Somebody, and sarumansauron for your kind comments.


Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part IV

Twin Captives
(m/f), (f/f), (m/mm)


We followed Betty to my room, where Betty placed her notebook on my table. She then looked at Angela and Louise and sat on the bed, signalling to them that they should also do so. They got the message and sat on my bed. Then she got up, glared at the two not to follow, and stood back to watch. It was a remarkable performance.

I immediately retrieved from my drawer four handkerchiefs. Louise looked a bit concerned, knowing what would happen next, but after how she gagged Angela, she had no cause for complaint. Not that she was the type to anyway. I made a wad of one handkerchief, and I popped it into her open mouth, and carefully positioned it so that it is behind her teeth. I then took another handkerchief, tied a knot into its center, and popped it into her open mouth, pushing the wad deeper into her mouth. I then tied it tight behind neck. After tearing a couple strips of duct tape and covering her mouth and lower face with grey, I took another handkerchief, tied it around her head by tucking it into the first handkerchief around her head and tying it tight behind the head above the first knot. I then taped it over on the front. Finally, I got the last handkerchief, folded it into a triangle cowboy style, tied it around the head by tucking it beneath the first two handkerchiefs around her head and knotted it above the first two knots behind her neck.

“MMMpphhh,” Betty said after I gagged Louise.

I looked at her, and she looked at me and then at my study table. I went and looked at it, and I saw she wrote on her notebook another set of orders while I was gagging Louise.


ty Lse ft kns, hgty yr bed



“Let’s see. Tie Louise feet, knees, hogtie your bed, you mean my bed?” I asked. “How about Angela?”

She shook her head.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

She then began writing again. Luckily, my study table was just the right height for her to do this sort of thing.


dont ty ang ft


“Don’t tie Angie’s feet?” I asked upon reading it.

Betty nodded.

“You’re the boss,” I said, while feeling completely ridiculous saying it.

Louise glared at Betty, who gave her a look of sympathy. I took two pieces of rope, and tied her ankles, then her legs just above her knees, above the hem of her dress. I then helped her to lie down on her belly and hogtied her. I made it so that she can still stretch her legs up to 90 degrees of her body, but no more. She certainly wasn’t going anywhere.

Betty grunted, and when I looked at her, she was looking at the notebook on my table. I went over and read what she wrote.


col cht n j


“Call cheat n j? Oh, Chet and Jay! The twins!” I said.

She happily nodded.

“You want me to call them over here so I can capture them for you?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Then you’ll win the game already, because you have Louise, and me, so counting the two, that’s four!” I pondered.

She nodded. She looked at me, and at Angela, and waved her head in such a way as to indicate to both of us to follow her. I put the notebook back in her left hand. She then marched downstairs, while we two followed her.

Downstairs, she sat at the couch, and Angela followed. I went to the phone and called the twins.

Chester and Jay were fraternal twins, one year older than me (11), whom we had been playing tie up games with us for about a year. They were part of my team. I called them, told them that we were playing a regular tie-up game, and that I had tied up Angela and Betty, whom they knew was part of the opposing team. Everything that I told them was true, if misleading. I didn’t tell them more, and so they drew their own conclusions. They both agreed to come as quickly as possible.

Betty was writing something on the coffee table when I went back to the girls. I looked at what she was writing.


ty ang ft


“Tie Angela’s feet,” I said as soon as I read it. “Here, on the couch?”

She nodded.

I had still some of the rope that I had left here earlier when I tied up Louise. I quickly tied her ankles and knees (above the hem of her dress).

“Satisfied?” I asked my sister.

She nodded.

“So, now do you want me to tie up the twins?” I asked.

She again wrote something on the notebook.


d tape


“Duct tape? You want me to tie them up using tape?”

She nodded.

“How about their gags?”

She again wrote on the notebook.


dtape round head


“Duct tape round head. You want me to wrap duct tape around their heads? That’s wicked, sis!” I laughed.

Betty laughed, or that’s what sounded like it behind layers of cloth and tape.

“Well, sis, it looks like you’ve done it again! You’ll win a game all by yourself, and tied and gagged at that!” I said.

Hey eyes beamed with pride at my complement and nodded heartily.

I went up and picked up some gagging materials.

A few minutes later, the twins arrived. The first thing they saw, as Betty intended, was my sister and Angela bound and gagged in the sofa in the living room.

“So you got two of them,” Chester said.

“Great job, Tom!” Jay added. “Now who are we going to go after next?”

“Mmmphhhh!” Betty said.

That was my signal. Both of them were looking at Angela and Betty, and I was behind both of them. It was rather easy to shoot them both in the back, but explaining to them what was really happening was a lot harder.

They first thought that I was kidding around, but I soon disabused them of the notion by telling them that Betty’s the real “captor”, and that I’m just doing her bidding because she caught me first, and that both of them are her prisoners.

The reaction was as I expected. They laughed and mocked me as soon as they realized I was perfectly serious.

“Imagine, being caught by a bound and gagged girl! By your little sister too!” Chester said while laughing hard.

I endured this laughter, but I knew I would have the last laugh.

After the laughter died, I picked up the roll of duct tape, and told Chester to put his hands behind him. He knew the rules well enough and did as I asked. I crossed his hands, then systematically tape his hands, horizontally, then vertically. I then wrapped tape around his waist and hands, and his upper body. I then went and did the same to Jay.

I proceeded to gag the two—which was by this time a pleasure because they kept teasing, mocking and laughing at me while I taped them up. I picked up two pieces of handkerchiefs and stuffed Chester’s mouth with one of it. I asked him to close his lips around the gag, which he did. I tore a couple of strips of tape and smoothed it over his close lips and lower mouth, covering his lower face with grey. I took another handkerchief, and tied it the back of his head to cover his hair to protect it from the tape. I then systematically wrapped the tape around his head about six times. I then went to Jay and gagged him exactly the same way—mouth stuffed with cloth and tape wrapped around his head.

After I finished, I heard Betty grunt again. I turned to her, and on the coffee table, she wrote another message on her notebook while I bound and gagged the twins.


unty ang ft all follow me


“Untie Angela’s feet, we should all follow you?” I asked as I read.

She nodded.

I untied Angela’s feet, and helped her to stand.

Betty gave a nod of approval before going upstairs, with all of us following her.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:07 am, edited 2 times in total.

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Updated part 4!

Postby sarumansauron » Wed Jan 11, 2012 4:31 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Updated part 4!

Postby Chase Ricks » Thu Jan 12, 2012 12:57 am

I can see it in my mind's eye. Good continuation.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Updated part 4!

Postby William F Somebody » Fri Jan 13, 2012 9:06 am

Another great chapter! I'll be waiting for the next chapter!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part V

Postby Tom Ford » Sat Jan 14, 2012 9:55 am

Thanks to sarumansauron, Shane Bikman, and William F Somebody for your kind comments.

Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part V

My Turn
(f/f), (m/mmff), (self m)


Betty led the way, going up the stairs, with Angela, Chester, and Jay following, and me bringing up the rear guard once more.

She first went to her room. We all followed her. There, she went to her table, dropped the notebook, turned it to a blank page—and began writing. All of this was very difficult given her situation, to say the least, but she had been doing this for two months now, and was quite adept at it.

hgty em cht bed j flr bldfd bt

I read it, at first not getting what it meant. After a couple of failed guesses, I finally got it right. “Hogtie both of them. Chet on your bed, Jay on the floor. Blindfold both,” I said.
Betty nodded her confirmation.
I first went to Chester. I led him to sit on the bed. I first removed his shoes, then taped his ankles and knees. I helped him to lie down on his belly on my sister’s bed. I got a medium length rope. I folded it into two, and I connected one end of it to his wrist by forming a noose by threading the two ends into the loop at the other end around the taped wrists of Chester. I pulled to tighten it around his wrists, then knotted it to keep it from loosening. I then pulled his feet up so that it nearly touched his hands, then tied the rope around his ankles, knotting it at the front of his foot, keeping it out of his questing fingers. The hogtie was not too strict. After I’ve finished, he can position his feet to about ninety degrees of his body, but no more. I then blindfolded him using Betty’s handkerchief.

“Good enough for you?” I asked my sister.

She nodded.

“Want to do the same to Jay?” I asked.

She nodded again.

I ignored Jay’s unintelligible objections, and assisted him to lie on the floor. Luckily, the floor was carpeted, and I took one of the pillows in Betty’s bed and placed in the floor for him to rest his head on. I positioned Jay so he lay on his stomach. I then proceeded to apply rope on his hands and legs, such that when I was finished, he was hogtied—he can only stretch his legs for ninety degrees of his body. I then blindfolded him.

So now the twins were captured. So what was next?

Betty was now writing again on her notebook. What will she think of next?


CALL Andy tel him to com here


“Call Andy and tell him to come here?” I asked.

My sister nodded.

So this is it! The game was practically over, as she had her four captives she needed to win. I went down, again followed by Betty, and Angela. As the two bound and gagged girls from the opposite team watched, I called David’s house, guessing correctly that my brother would most likely be with his best friend.

Mrs. Scott answered the phone, and I asked if Andrew was there. He was!! I then talked to him. At first, Andrew didn’t want to come home, but when I explained to him that I was captured, along with the twins and Louise, he immediately said that he’s coming.

When I put down the phone, I said to my sister, “he’s coming!”

That brought a cheer to Betty’s eyes, as well as to Angela’s, because it probably meant that Angela would probably be freed.

Betty tossed her head that indicated that I follow her. She walked back upstairs to my room where Louise was. When we reached the room, Betty again began writing on her notebook on my study table. It took some time because she wrote a longer message than usual.

ty yor ft, gg yrself, tape yrself to ur cher, cuff yr hds bhd cher


It took me a couple of tries to read her message correctly. When I finally got it, I said, “So I should tie my feet, gag myself, tape myself to my chair, and cuff my hands behind the chair?” I supposed she wrote it all at once because with me gagging myself, I couldn’t confirm any further orders from my little sister.

She nodded.

Oh boy. I knew my turn would come. I just had hoped it would be delayed as long as possible. Oh well! Better get it over as soon as possible.

“How should I gag myself?” I asked.

Betty again wrote in her notebook.


Like mine



I sighed before going to my drawer and took four handkerchiefs. I folded one into a wad and stuffed it into my mouth. I took a second handkerchief, tied a knot in the center, pushed it into my mouth until it was behind my teeth, then tied it tightly behind my neck. I then secured it by tearing a couple of strips of duct tape and covering the lower part of my face with the grey material. I then took the third handkerchief, folded it into a long band, then tied it around my head over my mouth. I tucked the ends, just in front of my ears, into the first handkerchief around my head, pulled it behind my head and knotted it above the first knot behind the neck. I then secured this one from slipping by applying more tape on it and my face. Finally, the last handkerchief was folded into a triangle, cowboy style, and tied over the other gags. It was tucked beneath the first two handkerchiefs around my head, and knotted above the first two knots, tightening the first two handkerchiefs around my head and making it impossible for me to expel the wad in my mouth without my hands.

Now that the gag was taken care of, it’s time for me to tie my feet. But how? Inasmuch as I was to be tied to the chair, I decided make it all easier for me. First, I got from my drawer my handcuffs. I handed the keys to my sister, and, with her approval, I dropped it in the side pocket of her dress. Carrying my handcuffs and my roll of duct tape, I went to my chair. Putting the cuffs on my lap, I taped my left foot on the left leg of the chair, and my right foot on the right foot of the chair. I then taped myself to the chair, winding it around my waist and the chair about five to six times, then my lap to the seat of the chair.

Finally, I took the cuffs, placed my hand behind the chair, and applied the cuffs. Two clicks later, and I’m effectively as immobilized as Louise and the twins.

Betty won.

All we have to do now is to wait for my brother to arrive.

Betty looked in approval as I bound myself. After I cuffed myself, my sister and Angela inspected my bonds. Betty suddenly was able to tighten my cuffs (again by feeling for it with her hands behind her) while Angela was looking at the tape on my legs.

Betty nodded to Angela. My sister took her pen and notebook from the table, and left, with Angela, also bound and gagged, following her. Louise and I were now alone, bound, gagged, and we can do nothing about it.
Last edited by Tom Ford on Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:14 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 5 posted

Postby xtc » Sat Jan 14, 2012 1:13 pm

Do you ever think you made a rod for your own back, description-wise, when you invented THAT gag?
Thanks for the entertainment once more.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 5 posted

Postby Chase Ricks » Sun Jan 15, 2012 4:43 am

After a while I guess you got used to tying yourself up for your sister? Good story.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 5 posted

Postby sarumansauron » Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:27 pm

Cool continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 5 posted

Postby viking » Tue Jan 17, 2012 1:46 am

very good story.
slightly obvious at some parts, but still a very good story.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part 5 posted

Postby William F Somebody » Tue Jan 17, 2012 2:08 am

Another great chapter!!!!!

Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Part VI

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:01 am

To xtc, when we invented it, we didn't think it was hard to describe, because we knew how to do it. It was only when I had to write it years later when I found out how it was to describe.
To Shane Bikman, well, it was rare when I had to do it, and I really didn't get used to it. It was embarrassing to say the least.
To sarumansauron, thanks to your comments.
To Viking, thanks. It really was a repetition of the previous story, except that my sister was also gagged.
To William F Somebody, thanks.

Spring 1967

Bound and Gagged Captor

Part VI

One Last Surprise
(m/m+f+), (mm/f)


It had been only a few minutes, at best, when I heard footsteps come upstairs. My older brother Andrew popped his head in my room and looked at me. With him was Angela, now completely untied, and Betty, still bound and gagged.

“Yup!” he merely said.

“Told you so,” said Angela. “Should we tickle them?”

“Later. Let’s secure her first,” my brother replied. I wonder whom he was referring to?

He then left the room again.

I can here their voices. Aside from my brother, I identified David and Angela, talking loudly in my brother’s room.

Fifteen minutes later, my brother came back, with David, Angela, who being free, assumed her proper role as captor, Cathy (in a brown dress that is calf length), David’s younger sister who was too young to be tied up at our house at least, and most surprising of all, Nancy, David’s younger and Cathy’s older sister, bound and gagged. But as a member of my team, that should not have surprised me at all.

Nancy was wearing a light knee-length green skirt, and a matching short sleeved blouse. Her hands were behind her, and a white rope could be seen digging into her belly. A cowboy like handkerchief was tied around her head, from below the nose, and covering her neck. I later learned that she was gagged exactly as my sister and I was.

“Just showing you that we got Nancy too,” Andrew with a large smile. “We’ll secure her in my room.”

Nancy was my teammate, so that left Frank as the only one who wasn’t captured on my team.

I merely grunted.

“Aw! Can’t I be tied up too?” Cathy, who was free, complained.

“Sorry, but you know the rules. Mrs. Ford is downstairs and we don’t want to get in trouble,” David replied.

“It’s not fair!” Cathy pouted. “Why do they all get the fun?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tie you up when we get back home,” David said. “I promise.”

“But you’ll tie up Nancy too! When we go back, I want to be the only one tied up!” Cathy demanded.

That elicited a complaint from Nancy, but because of her gag, she wasn’t able to voice it.

“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll only tie you up,” laughed David to his youngest sister.

After that, Nancy was taken by his brother, followed by Angela and Betty, out of the room. Andrew himself went and got two more handkerchiefs from my drawer. Folding both into long wide bands, he used to blindfold Louise and me. Now blind, the next thing that happened was the sound of my brother’s footsteps leaving the room.

Silence. I tried to struggle, but with me handcuffed, there was no chance for me to get out without the keys. And I discovered that I had taped myself too well to the chair. Suddenly, there were moans. It was Louise.

“Mpphh,” I said.

“NNnggghph,” she replied.

“Mmphh,” I said back.

This ended when I heard the door open, and I heard a couple of footsteps enter.

“Hello, Tom? Remember me?” It was Angela.

Suddenly, fingers dug into my vulnerable stomach. I was very ticklish there, and as a result, I lost it. Suddenly, the assault stopped, but I heard Louise giggle. Actually, it was laughter, but with the gag, it seemed just a faint giggle. Angela’s tickling on Louise was greater than mine. After all, it was Louise who tied her up in the first place and brought her here bound and gagged, something that Louise had never done to anybody ever before.

“Finished tickling them?” I heard Andrew in the direction of where the door was.

“Yeah. I suppose I can’t tickle Betty,” Angela said.

“Angela! She’s our teammate! She caught them all! Well, except Nancy, but without her, we would not have won!” Andrew admonished.

“Your sister is really crazy!” said Angela. “But I like her craziness!”

After that, I heard footsteps going out, and the door being closed.

So Louise and I were left alone, not that we could do much of anything. We again communicated by grunts which were mutually unintelligible, but it kept us from getting too bored.

Thirty minutes later, we were all untied. Betty wanted to remain tied up, but my mother called that it was time for lunch. Reluctantly, she let us untie her.

While we had our lunch, my brother told the story of what happened.

After I talked to my brother in the phone, he couldn’t believe that my sister caught Louise, the twins, and me. So David and my brother decided to investigate. But since Nancy was part of my team, and she and her sister were playing under the same roof, they decided to capture Nancy. They easily captured Nancy, who then agreed to come with them to my house and be tied up here, but Cathy wanted in on the action, even if she can not be tied up at our house. She apparently expected to be tied up too like her sister.

When they arrived, they immediately saw Angela and Betty, hands bound (but feet free) and gagged on the couch in the living room. On the coffee table, Betty wrote a message in her notebook to untie Angela, but not her.

So they untied Angela, who explained the entire thing to Andrew, David, Nancy, and Cathy. All of them laughed at the situation, and praised my sister for what she did. Nancy was jealous of being upstaged again by my sister. But she didn’t even know that my sister could write messages while bound, because Betty only did it at home when there were no visitors, and she made us promise not to tell anyone.

They went upstairs, where David proceeded to my brother’s room to tie up Nancy. My brother, my sister, and Angela looked me up for a few moments before going and helping my David tie up his sister (Angela only watched the tying).

Then, they showed to Nancy Betty’s captives, first me and Louise in my room, then the twins in my sister’s room. Afterwards, they tickled us. Angela tickled Louise and me, while David tickled his sister. Andrew settled on tickling the twins.

After all the stories had been told, we again praised Betty. Nothing like this has been done. She was proud of what she accomplished. Right now, forty four years later, I still have pride that my sister could do such a thing.

My mother also was amazed that my sister did what she did. She told us that she thought that a captor, and being tied up, let alone gagged, were two different things, utterly irreconcilable. But Betty proved her, and for that matter, all of us, wrong. But I doubt anyone else, aside from Nancy that is, would attempt it again.

Well, thanks to my sister, Andrew’s team won. We lost. But, just like the last story that happened, it was really weird. It was so crazy, so memorable, that years later, I could write most of this story almost without looking at my diary or asking the others what happened.

My brother, David, Angela, Betty, all teased us. We vowed revenge, of course.

Well, thanks for reading. Please read the next story and find out what happens!
Last edited by Tom Ford on Tue Mar 06, 2012 3:26 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Story Complete!!

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:19 am

Great ending.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Story Complete!!

Postby viking » Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:53 pm

fantastic ending, i can see why this is one of your most memorable stories from the childhood.

cathy's comment “But you’ll tie up Nancy too! When we go back, I want to be the only one tied up!”.
:lol: that's a good laugh :lol:
reminds me a little about my youngest niece.
Once a scout, always a perverted pyromaniac with a fetish for knives and duct tape

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Story Complete!!

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:24 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Spring 1967 - Bound and Gagged Captor - Story Complete!!

Postby William F Somebody » Thu Jan 19, 2012 6:28 am

Another great story! I hope you post your next story soon!