How To Be A Tickle Slave

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I didn’t. I like to be in control, both in and out of the bedroom. I wasn’t good at relinquishing that. Being handcuffed was already a huge push for me. Marisa and she laughed and then Marisa said, “Well, then, miss, you and your, uh, HOSTAGE come this way,” and Marisa then took me by the hand to an aisle with all the rope. Silence, kidnap boy,” Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. “Yes, I’ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you don’t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?” Ryan started at my feet. No reaction. They were too calloused from years of running to be sensitive. He moved from my knees to my belly. Nothing. You are so stupid," Amy said standing in the doorway. She was holding something in her hands. "You fell for this - all of it."

I started at his feet and gently ran my fingers across the soles. Ryan started squirming, his face lighting up with pure joy. I moved to his knees. No response. I inched towards his belly. I spider-fingered my hand across his stomach. My movement was met with an outburst of squealing laughter. Then we moved onto the next one, here was a torture chair, they strapped me in, i knew there was no point struggling. Sure did,” Dena sneered, raising her feet up. “Right here. My feet. This should shut you up, boy!” And Dena forced her right foot over my mouth while Marisa gasped.Have to. Every little advantage counts!” Dena said, finishing tying me up as Marissa ran out with the silver tape. Well you see, i have sent out letter to your father he has 80 days to pay your ransom, you will not be leaving im afraid." It was around that time that I realized I didn’t have the car keys. And it was around THAT time that Dena emerged from the house with car keys in one hand, ropes in the other. I was dead. About 15 minutes had passed when everything got quiet. I got nervous and decided I needed to move. I squirmed out of my hiding place, got to my feet, turned…and there was Marisa! I screamed into my gag and ran down the pile of carpet, only to fall and land on one of the lower piles. Marisa ran in and pounced on me, pinning on this same pile of carpets. Mariss, we need to see your finest rope. It should be nice and soft, and plenty of it!” Dena said as I blushed the color of Marisa’s vest. What was she doing?

Matty was the first to break the silence "did you enjoy that small one" .No matter where or who i go to i always get called small one, but im 5'2" which is still pretty tall and i An hour later Dena came from the dryer holding a huge bundle of warm, extra soft white rope. She went to a desk in the corner, got out some sciossors, and cut about 5 pieces, all 5 or 6 feet long. Marisa was due in about 25 minutes, and I could tell by the look on Dena’s face that she didn’t want to wait. A couple years ago, when I was 20 or so, my ex-girlfriend Amy taught me a lesson I'll never forget. We were still kind of friends, but for many reasons I was very obnoxious and arrogant with her, annoying her to no end. She finally had it and decided I needed to be brought down a few pegs. I mmmmphed into Marisa’s foot as Dena placed one of her shoes over my nose, then the other. They smelled pretty bad and I gasped for mercy.

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OH” Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. “I can’t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”

Dena…n…no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I can’t…” and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth. Care to try it on, Jess,” Dena asked, devastatingly while I blushed and giggled. “Nah, guess not. I’ll take two bundles.” At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her. And with that, she tied my feet at the ankles with very little problem. Then she tied my knees and dragged me over to the futon. As I got there, the doorbell rang! It was Marisa!

This game is currently in development. Please report and bugs and feel free to leave suggestions for future features! Well,” Marisa said with a killer smile and blush, reaching across the counter and taking my hand, “I haven’t tied anyone up since I was about 10. I get off at 6 – would you mind…” Alright, here we go.,” Dena said.” Marissa and I are going into the office for five minutes. That is you chance to escape. This is basically a big hide and seek game. If we don’t catch you in a half-hour, you win and we untie you. If we DO capture you, you will be sentenced to death by torture!” I was determined to keep our secret. “N-no, never,” I said. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”