Coffle | rope tied, neck loop | free bondage stories

It's very hard now, looking back over the years, to believe that we actually did some of the mad things that, in fact we did. If you get my meaning? But then, it's just as well I suppose because, if we didn't do those things then... well, we never could have done them? Yesterday evening, for no reason that I can conjure up, I was thinking specifically of that night of total madness - the night of the big coffle! Oh, my. If I were even to think about such a thing today not only would I face a long interview with a policeman - nay, several policemen probably - but career prospects would there be none.

Our college, an all-male establishment, was situated but a half-mile from another that was maintained as an all-female domicile. You might well ask how come such an arrangement but, if anybody knew its origins, then certainly nobody at all within our circle had any interest in history.

The teaching staff and other administrators spent much time, effort and breath in the erection and preservation of a formidable barricade atwixt us yet there was in existence a powerful force of penetration which transferred information to and fro with an ease that I am sure would have prostrated those worthies had they gained so much as an inkling of the clandestine industry.

It was via this grapevine that I came to hear of an impending initiation ceremony being planned by a nearby sorority group. Such information always led to feverish activity because of the bizarre nature of the antics the senior members got up to as they exacted their price for entry to the club. Preparations would be made to allow us to hide amongst the bushes or lower branches of the trees and watch in breathless excitement as the rites proceeded.

Three senior members would arrive each towing by ropes over their shoulders two captive initiates. These would be stark naked, tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. They would first be bound each to a tree with enough rope to endanger the tree's stability. One by one, by the light of the camp fire, the unfortunate girls would be uncoupled from their tree and led forward to the ceremonial stake where they would undergo all manner of indignities which they had to endure or face permanent banishment from the tribe. In the course of the next hour or two they would be reduced to such a messy state that their nudity mattered little.

To receive advanced knowledge of such a night's activities was a privilege granted to few but, on this occasion, I made a point of not passing it on to anybody; I had plans of my own. With my two stout and trustworthy henchmen I planned to take a hand in the proceedings and to divert the entertainment in quite a different direction. For one thing I considered that those seniors who directed operations were far too dictatorial and took advantage of the younger girls' desire to be accepted. And a very-powerful second urge lay in the girlish development which those elder girls exhibited. Understand that none of us three conspirators intended ill toward them - we just thought to have an evening's active fun instead of watching enviously from concealment.

We had barely four days in which to assemble the necessary kit, without arousing suspicions about our game, but in good time we had a pillow-case and a plastic sack packed and standing by in readiness. On the appointed evening we donned dark clothes and ski-masks and took up station in the woods well before the reported time for festivities to begin.

They came at the appointed hour almost to the second; military precision. It was easy to spot the leader; she walked in front with the rope leads of her two captives over her left shoulder while, with her right hand, she made theatrical gestures and swishing noises with a small whip. Her garb arrested my attention; shall we just say that it was a black leather bikini from the back of which she trailed a black furry tail and the outfit was finished with a black leather mask. Oh, yes; she liked herself that one and I made a note on the spot that she would come into my possession before the night wore itself out.

They played right into our hands. We waited and watched while they reduced their willing initiates to swellings on tree trunks and so reduced their total force from nine to three. When they had spread out to make their preparations we moved in. Johnny's preference was a blanket and, I was to learn, it proved very efficient at smothering any objections to his restraints. Lou had leanings toward the Wild West and snagged his target with a lariat; he had a wild thrashing session but eventually subdued her.

I stole up behind that black-leather garbed packet of curves, popped my bag over her head and jerked on the draw-cord. Yes, it worked superbly but I had overlooked one thing - how could I have known? She was in excellent shape and was trained! Without a moment's hesitation she kicked back, surprisingly high, and raised a vicious pain in my right thigh muscle; had I been standing exactly behind her the evening would have ended very differently!

I went to ground dragging the draw-cord with me and my greater weight forced her down on top of me. The hood proved to be a fortunate choice because it meant she couldn't see me. I rolled the pair of us until I was sitting on her rump and then wrestled for her left hand; her right elbow came close to cracking my lower ribs. Now, hurting badly in two places, I got a little rough - I'm ashamed to say - and I forced her left arm up in a vicious hammer lock which made her lay still while I pulled my handcuffs from the back of my belt and disabled those so-effective weapons. Then I switched around, pulled on her ankles and strapped her feet together with a plastic cable tie.

Strangely none of them gave tongue! I learned later that they thought the ambush had been mounted by colleagues and the last thing anybody wanted was for official intervention in their games. When, bound, gagged, and blindfolded they shared their victims' predicament and came slowly to realise the truth ... I will leave you to imagine their feelings.

With our captives, nine naked nymphs of which six were puzzled and three furious, helplessly holding up trees we unpacked the picnic basket and proceeded to cook sausages and bacon and eggs on the fire which they had so thoughtfully provided. The smell was delicious and it was obvious they thought so too... although doubtless, given the opportunity, they would have disagreed with our thoughts on the view while we ate. No, only we did the eating. All too soon came time to wrap it up.

With our own stores and the generous supplies brought along by the sorority sisters we had more than enough equipment. It was while inspecting their unintended offerings that I made the discovery that sealed the senior's fate. It included a pillow - or perhaps the innards of a cushion - and two large bottles of a thickish coloured liquid; a careful sniff and then a cautious taste indicated that it was thinned syrup. Now what? I inspected the pillow with greater care and found that it had been opened along one seam and then temporarily closed with a tacking thread. Inside it I found FEATHERS! That mean-spirited sprite had planned an innocuous tar-and-feather session!

One by one we brought them from their respective trees, made sure that their arms were still firmly tied across their backs, that their gags remained effective but were not in danger of causing harm, that the blindfolds were still effective and, lastly, we applied a rope hobble between their ankles. One end of our longest length of rope was knotted around that ceremonial stake and then a loop was formed around the neck of the first victim. A second loop was formed about the neck of captive number-2 and then on to number-3 as we built our triumphant coffle of slave-girls. Then came the turn of the would-be captors. At the end of their preparation ceremony they were reduced to the same condition as their intended victims but were then anointed with syrup solution in preparation for a coating of feathers purely, of course, to keep out the cold. With odds of three to one they stood not an earthly and soon were standing on station at the front of the coffle. Then we took them on a route march through the woods - and what a sight they made!

But the leader, the one I had captured and handcuffed, was made of best quality stuff and she put up a fight and, believe me, she could fight. I had kept her in her self-chosen position as leader - at the very front of our little expedition - and there despite having her wrists crossed behind her with hands pointing upward and tied off to loops of rope about her shoulders - she caused the maximum of disruption.

Eventually I called a halt. As a matter of personal safety, I first tied a loop of rope around her ankles and then set to work on her top. A short piece of rope was doubled and draped around her neck; the ends were then taken down in front of her shoulders, back under her arms and tied off to her wrist bindings. A much longer length was next threaded under that shoulder harness and the ends tied tightly together so drawing it tightly about her after which it was taken down and threaded through her hobble. I tied a loop in one end through which I passed the other end; when I pulled on it her shoulders were dragged down toward her toes.

I tied it off so that she was just about to bend without actually crippling her for walking. With one hand flat over her tummy-button and the other grasping one leg of this loop I had a two-to-one purchase on her which easily gave me control. "Look," I said. "You are now like an archer's bow; when I pull on the draw-string here you are forced to bend. Now, every time you give me trouble I'm going to shorten this loop. Eventually, long before your head is resting on your toes, you are going to obey me. I hope we understand each other?"

I could only admire her. She knew she was beaten and had to behave. Her nostrils flared and her neck seemed to be stretching skyward; it was obvious that she was absolutely livid. For a few seconds she writhed as she fought the ropes but, with surprising suddenness, she desisted and gave a short nod. Unbeaten and unbroken she nevertheless accepted the inevitable. Then I released her feet but left the hobble in place.

I still think back to that woodland walk when the rising moon cast a pale mysterious glow over that file of naked girls trailing one behind the other and feeling their way gingerly on hobbled feet. It was naughty and we were taking the very devil of a risk. But, believe me, at the time it seemed more than worth any risk. That soft moonlight speckled strangely off the three lead girls as their stumbling steps made the feathers wave in a strange dance. It took half an hour to complete our circle and the place at which we stopped was within perhaps five hundred yards of their college entrance. I loosened and pulled the blindfold down around the neck of my game leader: "Afraid this is as far as we can go," I explained. "From here on in I have to rely on you to shepherd these girls home." I shucked my pack and, extracting the notice, I held it up for her to read: "Moonlight Walks. Incredible views."

While I fixed this to the front of her shoulder harness, she stood quietly enough but her eyes blazed with impotent fury. "There we are," I said comfortingly as I tucked her whip under the shoulder ropes. "Afraid we're leaving you with some minor problems but I'm sure, when you get home, you'll find plenty of willing help…"

I untied her feet and turned to pick up my pack. "Oh, by the way." I pulled up my mask: "If I call for you say... er... about four... next Saturday... would you drive out with me for dinner? Hmm; you can't give me an answer now, I suppose... but... err... if you're not available on Saturday... that will be answer enough."

I slipped back into my pack. "Oh, one more thing." Cupping my hand under her chin I bent and planted a kiss on her ball gag. Then, as though nuzzling her ear, I whispered: "I'd appreciate return of the gag. Then you can tell me your name. Meanwhile, don't forget that this lovely botty was taken by me and now I own it. Exclusively. Uuh?"

I gave the delightful shape a gentle tap but she stood like a trooper and gave no sign whatever of the resentment to which she was entitled: "Now. Get these girls home."

We let them get well away and then shadowed them until they met up with a couple of girls coming out. There was an obvious consultation and then the two receptionists fell about with howls of laughter. We saw one of them refix the leader's blindfold and then both seized on her neck tether and conducted the forlorn crocodile within. I guess they will never tell me about the next couple of hours but I doubt that sympathy earned them instant release.

Once they were safe, we made ourselves scarce and wondered what the price was going to be. Yes, she met me the following Saturday. Just herself and dressed like the goddess. As she explained - and with a smile! - I hadn't really left her with any choice if she was ever going to hold up her head again in that community. That pat on the behind earned me several good scoldings but she allows that it now belongs to me. Indeed, even today, to pat it is my sole prerogative. Don't try it yourself - she'll likely kill you.

And if she doesn't...