It's all fun and games until...When I was a kid, there existed a popular game called "Röda och Vita rosen" ("The Red and the White rose"). It was a very popular game to play during summer/scout camps, but less popular in the schoolyard. Probably because the teachers would monitor the games very strictly.Let me explain. Keep in mind that this game is for older kids (not for six year olds, lol).There are two teams, the Red rose and the White rose, obviously. One of the teams start off by picking a "Skatt" (treasure) to hide, while the other team is waiting. This could be anything from a rock to... I don't know. Use your imagination.The other team's objective is to capture the members of the opposite team to find out where they hide the treasure.Now, there are two different ways to play this game.1. Once captured, the captive has to tell his/her captors a "clue" about where the treasure is hidden. Then the captive stays a captive until the end of the game - when everyone's captured, or if the treasure is foun
A Night to Remember? (Short story)Hey, guys! I'm here with a short story for you all (based on a fantasy of mine). It's written in a certain style. The story is carried on by the dialogue which also "unfolds" it. Basically, it lets the reader do most of the work (imagination <3). The main character is not me, lol.Hope you enjoy it! //Melly-belly---"You're just spamming the same combo over and over again, Matt!""So what? I'm winning.""It's friggin' lame!""Oh stop whining. Weren't you the one who bragged about being the best Mortal Fighter Three player in town, like, ten minutes ago?""Yeah. I'm the best among real players. You're just an unskilled spammer. See, if we were to play a fair game, I would beat you so hard you wouldn't be able to sit on the toilet properly for weeks.""Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a game. Get over it. Oh look, I kicked your ass again.""You stupid spammer noob! Stop it!""If I'm a spamme
A fantasy of mine :3It's taken a lot of courage for me to write this, but today I'd like to share one of my biggest fantasies with you all.I do have several desires, one being to beat the old perv (Uncle M) at his own game! But this fantasy is a bit special.I want to be bound and gagged by another woman. I want her to tie the shit out of me. I want her take off the socks from her feet and stuff them in my mouth before clamping it shut while searching for something to seal them with. I want her to tease me and make funny remarks on my hopeless situation. Nothing sexual though. Lol.There are several scenarios of course. One being me sneaking into someone's house (like a motherf****** cat burglar!) and getting caught. Or, of course, the other way around! EDIT: To clarify, I love women who can tie good knots! They are amazing! <3And also (this might come as a surpirse to some of you) I love seeing men all wrapped up in ropes and tightly gagged by women! There's something about the situation that
Chat room!Who would be interested in opening some kind of chat room where we can discuss anything from favorite pizza toppings to favorite ball gag color (red, obviously), and socialize with other (hopefully) like-minded people?Perhaps someone is curious and wants to learn more? Perhaps someone is afraid of talking about this special interest with his/her real friends? Perhaps someone is looking for some friendly advice from other enthusiasts (we're not pros, duh)? Or perhaps someone just wants to explore this particular side of him/herself? We all have our own reasons. We all have our own preferences. But in the end, we all share a mutual interest. Pretty much.A Little Tied Up Chat!Here's our official chat room! Spread the word to people you think might be interested! Don't be shy!PARTY!!! WHOOP WHOOP!!P.S Hojōjutsu is hot.
A Detailed List of What I Like!Prepare your pervy minds! Sock/Panty gags: Should only be used after a good fight! Sweat is the factor here, obviously. Not stale piss/poop, lol. Being gagged with a sock/panty just shows that someone has pwned the shit out of you. It's infuriating, it's humiliating, it's awesome. What's not to love?Box ties: I'm pretty sure this one derives from my affection for Edo-era-manga. There are quite a lot of scenes in those, and even though the box tie is rarely used properly (because it implies... seriousness!) it still looks totally super cute and totally super lovely.Hog tie: Do I need to explain this one?Chair tie: Do I need to explain this one?Crossed ankles: It looks hot, okay?Reverse prayer: Especially in manga, even if it's extremely rare, close to non-existent. Means someone doesn't want the damsel to move for a while.Stomach/Neck knockout punch:
MELINA'S FIRST OFFICIALLY AWESOME STORY CONTEST!!ATTENTION!Don't forget to join our chat! Tied And Gagged Chat! Come and hang out! We have probably solved the issue where a lot of people couldn't join the chat, despite refreshing several times! Now we're trying to move back to it! (Tinychat, the one with webcam option)Yes, that's right! This will be my first story contest! However, keep in mind that this will not be a regular "bondage story contest" where the person who includes all of my personal fetishes wins (because I think that sucks).I will judge each story based on the writer's ability to combine authenticity and creativity with the "soft" side of bondage (nothing too gory or crude - no nudity, excessive violence etc). That means it is PERFECTLY FINE to write a not-one-hundred-percent-believable-story, as long as it does remain somewhat accurate to the theme (self-inserts work; use common sense).First or third person is up to you. Whe
My Dream Relationship?He's hot. Duh, of course he's hot. He's smart, fit, funny and caring. He's successful... and... and... Cliché much? Lol.Here's the real list!He's not afraid to clamp his hand over my mouth in an abrupt manner if he realizes that I'm about to say something I shouldn't.He's not afraid to wrestle on the couch (which may or may not end up in a long make out session).He's not afraid to put me in a tight hogtie after said wrestling match (or whenever he thinks I'm being a brat).He's not afraid to stuff my mouth with socks or undergarments.He's not afraid to show everyone that he likes me.He's not afraid to tell me anything.He's not afraid to wake up beside me every morning.He's not afraid to hear the words "I love you".
A Game of Kingdoms, Warriors and Jumping Ropes - 1Honestly, I was never really good at swordplay, even if it was just a game.I used to run countless numbers of simulations and theories in my head, depicting every move, every response and how to counteract it. Frontal attacks, counter ripostes, vertical strikes; they were all included.My teacher—Miss Johansson—wasn't too pleased with me always being absent-minded during most of the Swedish classes we had after lunch break. It would've been evident for anyone to see that my thoughts drifted off elsewhere during those hours. My eyes were always blurry and they were regarding something that seemed leagues away; if it even existed in this world. Yes, this part may be a bit exaggerated, but you get the point.And your biggest question so far is probably why? Why, you ask? For what reason would a girl in third grade dream of swordplay during class?Well, it's simple. Because I was sick and tired of getting captured all the time, that's why.Oh wait, did I just pull off the bigg
A Game of Kingdoms, Warriors and Jumping Ropes - 5If it weren't for the creepy feeling of being watched, I probably could've slept for another three or four hours. Ever since I was a kid, I've had the bad habit of sleeping half the day away, and even Henry had a hard time trying to get me out of bed. He literally had to pull me out by my feet, which I did not appreciate one bit.Noah, on the other hand, was quite skilled in the art of getting Melina out of bed. Simply because he knew about the most ticklish spot on my body. My soles.Every Saturday morning, I would wake up to the lovely smell of crispy fried bacon, scrambled eggs and fresh orange juice. I've always had a predilection for brunch; simple and well made - especially when Henry was in the kitchen. It was certainly one of the most awesome ways to start a day.However, this particular morning started out a bit different.My eyes snapped open, and widened, as I found myself staring into another pair of eyes; almond-shaped and as blue as the summer sky."Mornin', sleepyhead!"