Stories of Tie Up Games

Ertfy's stories
01 - Senior Prank
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By Ertfy

Sat Sep 4 23:42:18 EDT 1999

This is about an event that happenened when my youngest sister was 17, and got herself sent to live with me. She was brunette, short, chubby and cute; and she had a friend of hers staying with us, who was taller, thinner, blonde, and also cute. Both my sister, Kathy and her friend, Lynn, had shoulder length curly hair and on one particular night were making an ungodly amount of noise at what I considered a very late hour. Being the only person in the house working, and needing my job, and therefore my sleep; after having enough of their keeping me awake, I banged on their door and told them, "The next thing I hear out of that room of yours better be that you both want to be hogtied."

Well, that settled things down, for maybe, oh, 30 or 40 seconds. Lynn asked Kathy in a whisper, "What's hogtied mean?" Kathy contorted herself into the position and whispered back, "I think it's where they tie you up like this," I'm not sure what she was thinking when she added, "go ahead and ask him." The next thing I know, Lynn is knocking on my door, and telling me, "We want to be hogtied."

I obliged them. I started with my sister, who I think expected me to tie her hands palm to palm behind her back. Instead, I bound them folded up behind her, and tied her forearms centered together behind her back. Next I took a long rope and wound it around her upper body, taking turns above and below her bust, trapping her arms to her body. Not done with her arms yet I used two shorter pieces of rope to cinch her arms into her body, and a third to tie her forearms to her body windings. Kathy weakly fluttered her fingers behind her, looked down her front and over her shoulders, and mumbled, "I'm dead."

For the record Kathy wore a sleepshirt that came down to her knees, Lynn wore a t shirt and shorts sleep set.

Lynn just lay on her bed watching us, I think hoping I'd be satisfied in tying up my sister, or hopefull that there'd be a way out of this. I had at least 500 feet of rope in the house, but I knew I was going to need more of it.

I left the two of them in their room, and the first thing Kathy said was, "Lynn, untie me and lock the door!" Lynn refused, and said, "If I help you, he'll tie me up, too." Kathy said, "He's going to tie you up anyway, hurry!"

The locks on the bedroom doors never worked right, and this was no exception, Lynn tried to get back on her own bed, but I caught her trying to untie Kathy, "Ok", I said, dumping the rope on Lynn's bed, "You 'll stay tied up until you either untie each other or I have to go to work."

I took a medium long rope, and after retying Kathy's knots, attatached it to her immobile forearms, and Kathy begged me, "Please don't tie my arms up any more." I let the ends of the rope hang down behind her, as I bound and cinched her legs at her knees and ankles. I helped her onto her belly on her bed, placed her at a diagonal on it, passed a rope up from her head board, threaded it through one armpit, ran it across her shoulders and brought it back down through the other armpit, tying her down to the bed. I fluffed her pillow for her, put it under chin and asked her if she was comfy. Kathy said, "Go to Hell", where I completed the hogtie, and then proceeded to tie her knees down to the opposite corner of her footboard. I took one of two neckties I brought with me, and tried gagging her with it. Kathy said "I never said you could gag me", and twisted her head away from my attempts, until I asked her if her feet were still ticklish, which got me the dirtiest of all looks, and one gagged sister.

Lynn sat compliantly watching me completely hogtie Kathy, and looked back at me over her shoulder as I set about binding

Lynn sat compliantly watching me completely hogtie Kathy, and looked back at me over her shoulder as I set about binding her the same way.

After I finshed tying Lynn's arms she rocked them from side to side, and asked me, "How are we supposed to get out of this?" I replied "You aren't", and finished first hogtying her, then tying Lynn to her bed as well. Lynn didn't fight being gagged at all. Finishing it all off I took a strip of inch wide duct tape, and first wrapped Lynn's, then Kathy's big toes. I checked their knots one last time before going to bed, and left them bedded down for the night.

I set my alarm clock a hour earlier than usual for the next day, and when I went in to untie them the next morning, the girls were pretty much as I left them. Lynn got her hogtie rope undone, but was still tied to the bed, and both girls had their gags out. I freed Lynn's shoulders and arms, and left her with the task of untying her legs and Kathy. Lynn had been tied up for maybe three hours, Kathy, who helped me write this, says she was left tied up for 6 hours before Lynn finally untied her.

It was the last time either girl asked me to them up.

if Kathy consents to have any more stories of her posted up here, I will do so. There is a downside to this story, and I'm sorry for it; Kathy bruises easily, and the ropes left visible marks for three days afterward. Fortuneately, we had cool weather and she could hide them by wearing long clothes, but I just want her to know if she logs on to check out the story, I'm sorry if I hurt her.

Thank you again,

Ertfy


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Tue Sep 7 06:24:35 EDT 1999

Growing up, Kathy'd ususually been good at untying herself, until I discovered what I called my Kathy tie, which I now know is a standard Japanese bondage position; but I had invested in a pair of handcuff, two sets after I discovered how easy the first set was to pick with a paper clip. I mostly got them as something to threaten her with, not actually use, but there was one time her boyfriend was over, and she must have said something to him about being tied up because some how they got to wrestling around and he says to me, "Hey, lets tie her up."

When she heard that, she just started flaining at him, and I realized there was no way we'd ever get a rope on her, but I remembered the handcuffs. Even that was a piece of work getting them on her, and then getting her handcuffed behind her back with the good handcuffs, and then using the ones "you didn't need the key if you had a paper clip" on her feet. She was wearing a tank top and shorts this day, so with her properly restrained, I went in the kitchen and got myself a beer. I come back, and damn if she isn't demanding to be let go, and rolling around on the floor kicking at things with both her feet cuffed together. John, her boyfriend said he'd be right back, I figured he just wanted to get out of Dodge, and I told my sister, "Two options, either cool it, get over whatever it is, and I might let you go then, or keep it up, and I'll just gag you and attatch you to something." So she kicks at me with her chained up feet, which I just grab, pin, and proceed to tickle the hell out of.

John comes back, and I let Kathy catch her wind while I answer the door. John came back with a third set of handcuffs. We got them hooked to ones on her feet, but instead of hogtying her, I was really afraid she'd hurt herself and she does bruise easily, I clipped the other end to the arm of the sofa. We picked her up and laid her on the sofa, and she tried to spit at us, but only managed to fall off the sofa.

We put her on the sofa again. I'd worked harder at home that day than I had at work. I took the handcuff keys off my keyring, gave John the keys and said, "Here, you let her go when you think its safe." I went in my room to take a nap. He stayed with her for a little bit and then came up to tell me he had to go home and eat dinner, that he'd be back. Ok, I figure this will good for a few laughs, I go back downstairs and sit with Kathy, just to make sure she doesn't fall off the sofa again, and she's actually lying there just sort of peacefully, starting a normal conversation with me, despite being chained to a sofa and having earlier tried to kill, if not Bobbitize us with her kicks.

An hour went by, then two, Then she said she needed to go to bathroom. Then I had to find a paper clip, fast. No paper clips in the junk drawer. in a my tool box, a small allen wrench look like it might work. Would it? barely in time, I got one shackle loose from ankle, and it slid through the hand cuff attached to the sofa.

She was upstairs for a bit, but she made her way back down, she'd gone into her room and got the blanket off her her bed, and she'd brought a pair of socks she wanted me to put on her, I put the one sock on, opened up the other cuff on the other ankle, put that one on her and set that pairof hand cuffs aside. She lay back down on the sofa and said "Ok, put them back on." I asked "What?" She said, "Tie my feet back up."

So I again handcuffed her feet to the sofa, and she asked me to cover her over with the blanket, so I did that as well. She dosed off and on, asking me a few times, "Has he called?" or "isn't he back yet?" after another hour I got the phone for and held it while she made a few phone calls. She talked with one of her girl friends and admitted to being all tied up in 3 sets of hand cuffs, and described how, she said, "Yeah they should have pigtied me with them." When she finished talking I hung up the phone and we went back to waiting.

John finally came back, only after Kathy had been handcuffed for a little over 5 hours.

We found out years later, he didn't go home, he'd gone to hang out with some friends of his.

Ertfy

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Fri Sep 10 22:09:50 EDT 1999

I'm reminded of the time I tied two of my female cousins up. Being an interior carpenter at the time, my Aunt asked me if I could come over and put a new door up for her, I said sure I'd hang the door for her. I brought my hammer, butt marker, screwdrivers, plane, level, and just to be cute grabbed a bunch of rope from my assortment. I got over there and the first thing I started doing was fashioning a noose from a fifty foot long rope. My 13 year old male cousin, Mike, asked me, "What's that for?", I said "Well you need a big noose to hang a door." If you thought that was funny, you're the first one; at any rate I left it sitting there, and proceeded to work on the door. I finally get the job done, my Aunt invites me to stay for dinner, and Mike's looking at my noose and wants to know how you tie one. So I show him how, and I asked my 18 year old cousin, Beth, to come over and model mine for us. she was cool about it, I wasn't going to hang her, just show them how they put the knot under the ear and all that, so that the neck snapped instead of strangling the criminal. My Aunt asked, "Don't they usually tie their hands back too?" I asked, "Why, want me to?"

Beth said, "Go ahead" I'll only get loose, just undo my neck first." I asked my Aunt if it was Ok, to do it, and she just sort of shrugged, "I guess, just be nice." Beth stood about 5'6, weighed 113 pounds and wore her brown hair long and straight.She was wearing a tube top, remember those from the late 70's early 80's? and faded blue jeansand a pair of those platform clogs. So she offers her hands to me behind her after I take the noose off her neck. She asked if I wasn't going to tie her up with it, when I grabbed a shorter rope. I said, "No, there's a little difference between tying somebody up, and hanging them." I wrapped and cinched her wrists behind her back and attached her wrist to the belt loop on the back of her jeans,

Next I asked her where she wanted to sit, she asked me why, and I told her so I could tie her legs up. She asked, "Do you have to tie my feet up, too?" I told her "Sure otherwise youd just go to the kitchen and get a knife" Beth thought for a moment and said, "Ok, I'll just sit on the floor, then". I had her sit with her left foot over her right knee, right foot under left knee. She says, "This might be easier barefoot," and asked "Can you guys take my shoes off for me?"I said sure, and exposed her pale, and slight grimy bare feet, and the proceeded to tie her knees to to her ankles and her legs at mid calf. She asked me if I was done, I said almost, I scooted her next to the sofa and tied her to a leg of the sofa by a knee.

I said, "Ok, Now I'm done." She immediatle bent forward totry to get her teeth on the ropes hold her calves, but she cound only manage to bend over them, and from her hands being tied to her pants give hersef a wedgie in the process. That discouraged her from trying to pull her hands free. She got an idea and said, "the only way out of is get my pants off, isn't it?" I said, "Thats kind of the principle, Yeah." She looked at her feet, and wiggled her toes and flexed her feet as far as she could, looked at me, looked at the clock, shrugged her shoulders a little, looked at the floor and asked, "How long?"

I remembered my Monty Python, and said"That's a rather personal question." She said "How long do I have to stay like this?" I said, "How about until your mom decides otherwise?" She said "Great, that could take days. What am I going to for food?" Mike said, "I'll feed you."

Beth saw how this going, and called for her mother. Her mother came in and as soon as she saw Beth started laughing, "Got you good?" she asked Beth. Beth smiled sweetly, and said "Yes, mother, they did, may I please be untied now?"

My Aunt said "Maybe later," and went back to work in the kitchen.

Mike and I were no more good after she said that, and the more we laughed the more Beth got pissed. After the hilarity settled down Mike and I made plans to get his other sister, Brenda, in the exact same position at the other end of the sofa. I still had my oversize noose in my long rope. I decided that a back attck would work best. Beth said she'd even get her sisters attention if we untied her after we got Brenda tied up. I told Beth she'd better make it good and not try to cross us. She said she'd do whatever we needed, and I had to swear I'd untie her.

Benda was 5'5" and really had a nice figure, curly blond hair, a beautiful face, and a mean dispostion sometimes. We heard her coming up the walk, and I got into position behind the door, Mike went to the top of the stairs. Beth was perfect, she shook her head so her hair was all over her face, and barely croaked the word "Help."
when Brenda opened the door, brenda sttod there frozen, Beth moaned slightly and begged,"Brenda, please." Brenda took two steps into the room, I got the noose around her neck. She threw her arms up and gasped,"whatever you want, don't hurt me."She was wearing a white blouse and a dark skirt pantihose and, I think, black pumps. Either they were black or white, if we have to both tell the truth and give details, I don't see what difference it makes, but that seems to be just me, anyway; Brenda was broader shouldered than her siter, and she had even less movent in her arms once I got them tied, I took the noose off her neck. turned her around to face me, and said, "Bang, you're dead." making a gun out of my thumb and forfinger. She looked at Beth, at me, at all the rope sitting in front of me, and asked, "What have you done with Mom?" I told her, "Relax, sit down, be quiet and Mike will untie you all in due time." Brenda grumbled and started to sit down, but noticed how we had beth's legs tied, She looked at Beth at Me and just said, "No, I led her over to a dining room chair, and asked,

Brenda grumbled and started to sit down, but noticed how we had Beth's legs tied, She looked at Beth at Me and just said, "No". I led her over to a dining room chair, and asked, "Better?" She glared at me, but sat down anyway. We tied her shoulders and waist to the the back of the chair, her legs at her knees and ankles, tied her ankles to the rung underneath the chair and then I sent Mike in to untie Beth. My Aunt came back out of the kitchen, she was blaring country music out there, I think she did that just to keep everybody out of her way, if you an honest opinion. She said, "Oh poor Brenda too, now." She looked me dead in the eye, and said, "but if you two hoodlums want to eat, don't even think about tying me up." I told her the thought never entered my mind. We untied Brenda before dinner time, but she never thanked us for untying her. In fact we've only spoken a few times since then. Oh well.

The girls in this story did Not even give me permission, let alone assistance in writing it, and will probably live out the rest of their lives completely unaware of its very existence. Brenda would probably categorically deny everything anyway. If any of them have e-mail adresses, I wish you better luck in finding them than I have.