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Alex woke up late and was feeling a little daring, so he decided to ask his mom to help him with his idea. For as long as he could remember, he has had a bondage and tickle fetish, but he did not know how to make anyone enjoy it with him. The closest he could get to enjoying his fantasies was tie up games with his friends and family.
This morning, Alex went to his mom and said "Mom, can you help me with a little project? I want to check my escaping skills, so if you could tie me up and just let me free myself from the bonds, that would greatly improve my problem solving skills."
His mom was a little shocked because of this request, because it sounded weird. But Alex is not a child anymore, he just turned 18, so she decided to help him with his idea.
Fast forward 15 minutes later, alex was wearing his shorts and was shirtless and barefoot, which made his mom a little weirder out again, but she brushed it off.
“Are you sure about this?” his mom asked, holding a bundle of soft cotton ropes. A mix of curiosity and amusement played on her face as she stood by the bed.
“Yes! I want to see if I can escape, like in those magic shows,” said Alex, grinning with excitement. His brown eyes sparkled with determination. “Don’t go easy on me, either. Make it tough!”
His mom chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, Houdini. But don’t come crying to me when you realize it’s harder than it looks.”
She got to work, carefully tying his wrists and ankles to the bedposts in a spread-eagle position. The cotton ropes were snug but not tight enough to hurt, just as they’d agreed. Alex tested the restraints as she worked, tugging lightly to see how much give there was.
“Done,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Good luck getting out of that.”
Alex wriggled against the ropes. At first, he was confident he’d be free in minutes, since all the videos he watched of girls and guys being tied up seemed fake and the bondage there easy to escape. He twisted his wrists, trying to find slack, but the knots held firm. He arched his back and pulled at his arms and legs, but the cotton ropes wouldn’t budge.
“Okay, this is harder than I thought,” he muttered under his breath.
His mom, leaning against the doorframe, raised an eyebrow. “Need help already?”
“No way!” Alex shot back, determination flaring. He bit his lip, focusing hard. There had to be a way out.
He tried to recall what he’d seen in videos about bondage and tickling. They made it look so fake, but he realized now it was all about technique. Tugging harder wouldn’t work; he needed to outsmart the knots.
Maybe if I twist my wrist just right, I can loosen the rope around my hand… he thought, experimenting with small, deliberate movements. But every time he made progress, the tension would pull the rope tight again.
He paused, breathing heavily, his mind racing. Okay, think. How do I escape?
He was slowly feeling his penis getting hard. What would his mother think if she noticed it too? He was panicking, because he did not think this through.
Alex stared at the ceiling, replaying everything he knew about escape tricks. It’s about control… staying calm… and finding the weakest point in the knot. He let his muscles relax, testing where the rope had the most slack. There was no sign of hope or him.
His mom watched him strugling, and as he was moving around and trying to escape the ropes, his dick finally got a full boner. She noticed it and it became clear to her that this was not a challenge, but a fantasy.
She snuck away to his room and sat at his laptop. She checked his internt history, but there was nothing suspicious. Then she dcided to check the files on his computer, and there it was. A folder full of pictures of girls, women, and guys in bondage, with an occasional picture of someone tied up getting tickle tortured. She did not know what to do. She just participated in her son's sexual fantasy, and it made her feel uncomfortable.
She needs to get away from this situation, but it would be weird for her to come into the room and just start removing the ropes without any explanation. An idea came into her mind, and it seemed like there was a way for her to get away from the situation.
“Still stuck?” his mom asked, leaning back against the doorway with her arms crossed.
Alex huffed, jerking at the ropes with another halfhearted attempt. “Nope. I’m just… taking a break. Gotta strategize.”
His mom smirked, clearly unimpressed. “Uh-huh. Well, I just realized I need to run a few errands, and I can’t leave you tied up here alone.”
“What?!” Alex froze mid-wiggle. “You can’t just leave me like this! Untie me first!”
“I could,” she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin, “but then you’d never figure out how to escape. And you did say you wanted it to be hard.”
“Mom,” he groaned, yanking at the ropes again.
“Relax, I’m not leaving you alone,” she said, already heading toward the hallway. “I’ll call Laura from next door to come sit with you.”
Alex’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Mom, not Laura!”
Alex's boner grew harder. The truth is he knew something about Laure that noone else knew. He found her on one of the tickling forums. She had a tickling fetish, and based on the things she shared and commented on, she was a sadistic tickler.
He was torn between wanting her to come and tickle torture him, and being scared because she was a lot more sadistuc that he preferred.
“Why not?” his mom called over her shoulder. “She’s sweet, and you two get along just fine.”
“Yeah, when I’m not tied to a bed!” Alex’s face turned red as he imagined the humiliation of being babysat like this. Laura was in her early twenties, practically an adult, and way too cool for someone like him. The last thing he needed was for her to see him like this.
His mom reappeared in the doorway, phone already in hand. “You’ll survive. Besides, maybe she’ll give you some tips on escaping.”
“Mom, no—”
“Hi, Laura! It’s Sharon,” his mom said, ignoring Alex’s protests. “I need to run a few errands, and Alex is in the middle of one of his… experiments. Could you pop over for a bit to keep an eye on him?”
Alex groaned, slumping against the bed.
A moment later, she hung up. “She’ll be here in five minutes,” his mom announced cheerfully.
“Mom, you don’t have to do this!” Alex begged.
“Sorry, kiddo. Actions have consequences. You wanted to be tied up, so here we are.”
Before Alex could protest again, the doorbell rang.
“Perfect timing!” his mom said, heading downstairs.
Alex’s heart sank as he heard Laura’s cheerful voice greet his mom at the door. Moments later, light footsteps echoed up the stairs.
“Hey, Alex!” Laura called, peeking her head into the room. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she had a friendly smile that somehow made the situation worse. Then her eyes landed on him. “Oh… wow. This is, uh… not what I expected.”
“Yeah, uh… hi, Laura,” Alex muttered, his cheeks burning.
She stepped into the room, clearly trying not to laugh. “So… you’re an escape artist now?”
“It’s a… challenge,” he mumbled, squirming under her amused gaze.
Laura crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, still smiling. “Well, you’ve got the ‘tied up’ part down. How’s the ‘escaping’ going?”
“Not great,” Alex admitted, tugging at the ropes again.
She chuckled. “Want me to give you a hint? Or should I just sit here and watch you struggle?”
Alex groaned, wishing the bed would just swallow him whole. This was going to be a long afternoon.
Laura pulled a chair from Alex’s desk and plopped herself down next to the bed, crossing her legs casually. “Alright, escape artist, let’s see what you’ve got,” she teased, resting her chin in her hand.
Alex gave a halfhearted tug at the ropes, his wrists and ankles pulling against the soft cotton. “I’m working on it, okay?” he muttered, feeling the heat rise in his face again.
Laura smirked. “Oh, I can see that. You’re really close. Any second now…”
Alex rolled his eyes. “I said I’ll get it!”
“Uh-huh,” Laura said, leaning closer and inspecting the knots on his wrists. “Looks like Mom did a pretty good job here. Honestly, I’m impressed.”
“Yeah, she didn’t exactly go easy on me,” Alex admitted, tugging again in frustration.
Laura tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know, I think you’re going about this all wrong. Escaping isn’t just about strength—it’s about staying calm. Focused.”
“I am focused!” Alex protested.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she said, her smirk widening. “You’re looking a little… tense.”
“I’m not—” Alex stopped mid-sentence as Laura suddenly poked his side, just above his ribs. He flinched instinctively, a surprised laugh bursting out of him.
“Whoa, that was easy,” Laura said, laughing. “Are you ticklish, Alex?”
Alex knew where this was going. Laura wasted no time, she was enjoying this situation.
“No!” Alex lied quickly, squirming as much as the ropes would allow.
“Really? Because that little jump says otherwise.” Laura wiggled her fingers playfully, hovering them over his ribs.
“Don’t you dare!” Alex warned, his voice rising.
But before he could protest further, Laura’s fingers darted to his sides, gently wiggling against his ribs. Alex erupted into uncontrollable laughter, twisting and jerking against the restraints.
“St-stop! Laura, come on!” he gasped, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
“What’s the matter?” she teased, her tone light and playful. “I thought you were focused!”
“I—can’t—breathe!” Alex managed to choke out between laughs, his face bright red.
“Oh, alright,” Laura said, finally pulling her hands away. She sat back, grinning at him. “You’re really bad at this whole ‘escape’ thing, you know that?”
Alex glared at her through teary eyes, still catching his breath. “You—are—the worst.”
Laura shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Hey, I’m just keeping you on your toes. Or, well… you know.”
Alex groaned, tugging at the ropes again. He hated how helpless he felt, completely at her mercy, but he couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous the situation was.
Then Laura glanced down at his feet, another mischievous smile spreading across her face.
“No,” Alex said quickly, his eyes widening. “Don’t even think about it.”
“What? I wasn’t going to do anything,” Laura said innocently, but her fingers inched closer to his bare foot.
“Laura!”
“Relax, I’m just curious.” Before he could stop her, she gave his foot a quick wiggle. Alex let out an involuntary snort and jerked his leg as much as the ropes would allow.
“Yep,” Laura said, laughing. “Definitely ticklish. You’re doomed, buddy.”
“Okay, okay! I get it!” Alex said, still squirming.
Laura sat back in the chair again, clearly enjoying herself. “Alright, I’ll stop. For now. But seriously, you’ve gotta work on this whole escaping thing, or you’re in trouble.”
Alex let out a sigh of relief, staring at the ceiling as his breathing steadied. His face was still flushed, and his body felt like jelly from laughing so hard.
Helpless, frustrated, and completely out of ideas, he closed his eyes for a moment and thought: Next time, I’m making sure no one’s around to see me fail.
Alex glared at Laura, his chest still heaving from laughter. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now just… sit there or something. I’m trying to focus.”
“Sure, sure,” Laura said with a grin, crossing her legs again. “I’ll just… sit here.”
But Alex didn’t like the way her gaze kept shifting from his wrists to his feet, and back to his sides. He tugged at the ropes again, testing them for any give. Nothing. He was still completely stuck.
Laura tilted her head, her smirk growing. “You know, you’re in a pretty bad spot right now. Completely tied up, nowhere to go…”
“I get it, okay?” Alex snapped, already regretting how this whole challenge had spiraled out of control.
“And, well,” she continued, wiggling her fingers dramatically in the air, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as ticklish as you.”
Alex’s heart sank. “Laura, no.”
“Oh, come on,” she said, laughing. “It’s not like you can stop me.”
“Laura, seriously! I swear—”
Before he could finish, Laura lunged toward his sides again, her fingers dancing over his ribs. Alex exploded into uncontrollable laughter, thrashing against the ropes with everything he had.
“NO! HAHA—STOP! PLEASE!” he begged, his voice cracking between fits of laughter.
“You’re just making this too easy!” Laura teased, her tone lighthearted and playful as her fingers worked their way up and down his ribs. “What kind of escape artist gets taken down by a little tickling?”
Alex’s face turned beet red as he twisted and squirmed, trying in vain to roll away from her relentless fingers. “I CAN’T—HAHA—BREATHE!” he gasped.
Laura finally paused, giving him a moment to catch his breath, but the look in her eyes told him she wasn’t done yet.
“You okay there, Houdini?” she teased, tapping his shoulder.
“I hate you,” Alex muttered, still giggling as he sucked in air.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” she said with a mock pout. “You did ask your mom to tie you up. And now you’re stuck with me. Literally.”
Alex groaned, his arms and legs tugging at the ropes again. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
Laura’s gaze shifted to his feet, and Alex’s stomach dropped.
“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t even—”
“Oh, I’m definitely going there,” Laura interrupted with a mischievous grin.
She reached for his bare feet, wiggling her fingers just above them. Alex instinctively tried to pull his legs back, but the ropes kept them firmly in place. He was completely at her mercy.
“Let’s see if your feet are as bad as your ribs when I show no mercy,” Laura said, her fingers making contact with his soles.
Alex’s laughter erupted instantly, loud and uncontrollable as he thrashed against the bed. “NO! LAURA! HAHAHA! STOP IT!”
Her fingers moved quickly, scratching lightly at the arches of his feet and tracing up to his toes. THer nailsonly made it worse, sharpening th sensation and spreading it out until he felt like he couldn’t escape it anywhere.
“Wow, this is way worse than your ribs,” Laura said with a laugh. “You’re a total mess right now!”
Alex tried to respond, but he couldn’t form words through the relentless laughter. His legs twitched uselessly against the ropes as Laura continued her playful assault, switching between his left and right foot.
After what felt like an eternity, Laura finally stopped, sitting back in the chair as Alex lay there, panting and exhausted. His face was red, his hair a sweaty mess, and his sides ached from laughing so much.
“Well,” Laura said, crossing her arms with a satisfied grin, “I think it’s safe to say you’re officially the worst escape artist ever.”
Alex glared at her weakly. “I hate you so much right now.”
“Hey, don’t blame me,” she said with a shrug. “You’re the one who wanted to be tied up. I’m just… making it interesting.”
Alex groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Never again, he thought miserably. Never. Again.
That is when Laura noticed what was going on. Through his shorts, Alex's throbing cock was clearly visible. It was extremely hard. He was obviously horny, and Laura liked what she was seing.
Since she had a tcikling fetish, she was also very amused by the situation. She got up, and without a single word, took off her sock and stuffed her into Alex's mouth. He was shocked and could not even make asound.He just looked at her with his eyes wide open. She agresivly tugged on his shorts and underwear and took them off.
Alex tried to say something, but it came out just as a muffled sounds since he had her sock in his mouth. It was humiliating for him, being tied up with his cock out while this girl was in charge. That is whan she, again without a word, started stroking his cock. It felt like heaven for him.
She stopped suddenly after only a minute or so of this exquisite pleasure. She stroked him slowly with her hand using the wetness that lingered from her sweat on her palms as lubrication.
She asked, "Are you ready for the lotion?"
Engulfed in the pleasure Alex shook his head yes. She leaned across his naked body as she reached for the lotion from his nightstand. Her nipples poked firmly through the sheer material of her shirt as they hung heavily from her petite frame. He felt another surge from his groin muscle. He imagined that she might even let him cum on her boobs when I was ready to explode.
Sitting back upon the bed indian style she opened the lotion and squirted a generous portion on Alex's cock. She closed the lid and sat the bottle on the other side of his body. He felt the warmth of her hand slowly began to rub the lotion over him.
With his cock saturated in lotion she began to stroke Alex firmly up and down. She was almost business like with her motions. Her deliberate movements were a sure sign that she wanted Alex to cum and cum fast. He felt a slight urge that I might be cumming soon, but he kept his concentration and slowly regained his control. I wanted to enjoy this situation and he let her know the extent of his pleasure with a few groans.
She continued to stroke him firmly and consistently for about a minute or two. Alex would occasionally look down and watch her hand running up and down the length of his cock. It was difficult to know which motion felt better, when she stroked up or when she stroked down, because she moved with such a steady pace. Alex closed his eyes and lay his head back on the pillow. The consistency of her rhythm was pushing Alex to the edge fast, so he concentrated harder on trying to make himself last as long as possible.
But there was no hope. After only a few minutes, he bursted. He came so hard he screamed into his sock gag. His semen went flying everywhere, including lauras hand, face, shirt and the bed. She smiled at him and said "Oh, not only you are a ticklish little boy, but you are also a big cum monster. Look how much you came on me. That deserves a punishment."
Before he could do anything, she dug deep into his ribs again and he started screaming into his gag. She wanted to hear his laughter, so she took out her sock from his mouth.
Alex’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his limbs limp against the ropes. His cheeks were still burning, and his voice felt hoarse from laughing so much. For a moment, he thought—hoped—that Laura had finally finished teasing him.
But then she stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“You know,” she said, crouching down by his feet, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone this ticklish. It’s kind of fascinating.”
“Laura, come on,” Alex groaned, twisting his wrists in a futile attempt to escape. “You’ve made your point! I give up!”
“Oh no, you don’t get to give up,” she said with a wicked grin. “You’re supposed to escape, remember? And besides…” She grabbed his ankle playfully. “I don’t think I’m quite done yet.”
“Laura, PLEASE,” Alex begged, his voice cracking with desperation.
“Let’s see what happens if we really put these escape skills to the test,” she teased, wiggling her fingers in the air.
“Laura, I’m serious!” Alex shouted, tugging at the ropes with all his strength. “You’re going to—HAHA—NO!”
His protests dissolved into laughter as Laura’s fingers gently spidered across his bare soles, tracing slow, deliberate lines from his heels to his toes. The sensation was unbearable, and Alex’s body bucked against the bed, but the ropes held firm.
“Wow, you’re really sensitive here,” Laura said with mock amazement. “Even just a little touch drives you crazy!”
“STOP! HAHAHA—STOP IT!” Alex howled, tears forming in his eyes as she picked up the pace.
Her fingers explored every inch of his feet, alternating techniques. Sometimes she used quick, light flicks along the arches; other times, she dug in with slightly firmer scritches, focusing on the spots that made him laugh the hardest.
“Let’s see… is this worse?” she said, running her nails under his toes, making him shriek with laughter. “Or maybe… this?” She switched to scribbling circles into his arches.
“HAHAHA—I CAN’T! I CAN’T!” Alex screamed, thrashing as much as the ropes would allow. His mind was a blur of panic and helplessness. The tickling was relentless, and no amount of struggling could stop it.
Laura seemed to enjoy testing his limits, alternating between teasingly light touches and sudden bursts of rapid tickling. “You know, if you could use all this energy to work on escaping, you might actually stand a chance,” she teased, grinning as he writhed under her hands.
Alex’s laughter turned silent, his body shaking as he ran out of breath. He had never felt so utterly helpless in his life. No matter how hard he pulled at the ropes, he couldn’t move an inch. All he could do was endure Laura’s playful torment.
“Okay, okay,” Laura said finally, sitting back with a laugh. “You’re probably going to pass out if I keep going.”
Alex lay there, gasping for air, his face drenched in sweat and tears. “You’re… the worst… person… ever,” he panted, his voice barely audible.
Laura grinned. “You’ll thank me one day. This builds character.”
“Untie me,” Alex croaked, his body too exhausted to fight anymore.
“Are you sure? I mean, you haven’t escaped yet,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t care,” he muttered. “I’m done. I lose.”
Laura chuckled, leaning over to start untying the knots. “You lasted longer than I thought, to be honest. But yeah, you definitely failed the challenge.”
As she worked the ropes loose, Alex felt the tension finally release from his wrists and ankles. The relief was immediate, but so was the soreness from all his struggling.
Once free, he rubbed his wrists and sat up slowly, shooting Laura a tired glare while pulling his shorts up.
“I am never doing this again,” he said firmly.
"Oh yes you are. I have a playroom in the basement of my house with all the equipment needed to tickle someone to insanity. You will be my guest and toy there if you don't want me to tell everyone about what happened here today."
He just looked at her. Scared and aroused at the same time and said "Understood."
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This morning, Alex went to his mom and said "Mom, can you help me with a little project? I want to check my escaping skills, so if you could tie me up and just let me free myself from the bonds, that would greatly improve my problem solving skills."
His mom was a little shocked because of this request, because it sounded weird. But Alex is not a child anymore, he just turned 18, so she decided to help him with his idea.
Fast forward 15 minutes later, alex was wearing his shorts and was shirtless and barefoot, which made his mom a little weirder out again, but she brushed it off.
“Are you sure about this?” his mom asked, holding a bundle of soft cotton ropes. A mix of curiosity and amusement played on her face as she stood by the bed.
“Yes! I want to see if I can escape, like in those magic shows,” said Alex, grinning with excitement. His brown eyes sparkled with determination. “Don’t go easy on me, either. Make it tough!”
His mom chuckled, shaking her head. “Alright, Houdini. But don’t come crying to me when you realize it’s harder than it looks.”
She got to work, carefully tying his wrists and ankles to the bedposts in a spread-eagle position. The cotton ropes were snug but not tight enough to hurt, just as they’d agreed. Alex tested the restraints as she worked, tugging lightly to see how much give there was.
“Done,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Good luck getting out of that.”
Alex wriggled against the ropes. At first, he was confident he’d be free in minutes, since all the videos he watched of girls and guys being tied up seemed fake and the bondage there easy to escape. He twisted his wrists, trying to find slack, but the knots held firm. He arched his back and pulled at his arms and legs, but the cotton ropes wouldn’t budge.
“Okay, this is harder than I thought,” he muttered under his breath.
His mom, leaning against the doorframe, raised an eyebrow. “Need help already?”
“No way!” Alex shot back, determination flaring. He bit his lip, focusing hard. There had to be a way out.
He tried to recall what he’d seen in videos about bondage and tickling. They made it look so fake, but he realized now it was all about technique. Tugging harder wouldn’t work; he needed to outsmart the knots.
Maybe if I twist my wrist just right, I can loosen the rope around my hand… he thought, experimenting with small, deliberate movements. But every time he made progress, the tension would pull the rope tight again.
He paused, breathing heavily, his mind racing. Okay, think. How do I escape?
He was slowly feeling his penis getting hard. What would his mother think if she noticed it too? He was panicking, because he did not think this through.
Alex stared at the ceiling, replaying everything he knew about escape tricks. It’s about control… staying calm… and finding the weakest point in the knot. He let his muscles relax, testing where the rope had the most slack. There was no sign of hope or him.
His mom watched him strugling, and as he was moving around and trying to escape the ropes, his dick finally got a full boner. She noticed it and it became clear to her that this was not a challenge, but a fantasy.
She snuck away to his room and sat at his laptop. She checked his internt history, but there was nothing suspicious. Then she dcided to check the files on his computer, and there it was. A folder full of pictures of girls, women, and guys in bondage, with an occasional picture of someone tied up getting tickle tortured. She did not know what to do. She just participated in her son's sexual fantasy, and it made her feel uncomfortable.
She needs to get away from this situation, but it would be weird for her to come into the room and just start removing the ropes without any explanation. An idea came into her mind, and it seemed like there was a way for her to get away from the situation.
“Still stuck?” his mom asked, leaning back against the doorway with her arms crossed.
Alex huffed, jerking at the ropes with another halfhearted attempt. “Nope. I’m just… taking a break. Gotta strategize.”
His mom smirked, clearly unimpressed. “Uh-huh. Well, I just realized I need to run a few errands, and I can’t leave you tied up here alone.”
“What?!” Alex froze mid-wiggle. “You can’t just leave me like this! Untie me first!”
“I could,” she said thoughtfully, tapping her chin, “but then you’d never figure out how to escape. And you did say you wanted it to be hard.”
“Mom,” he groaned, yanking at the ropes again.
“Relax, I’m not leaving you alone,” she said, already heading toward the hallway. “I’ll call Laura from next door to come sit with you.”
Alex’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Mom, not Laura!”
Alex's boner grew harder. The truth is he knew something about Laure that noone else knew. He found her on one of the tickling forums. She had a tickling fetish, and based on the things she shared and commented on, she was a sadistic tickler.
He was torn between wanting her to come and tickle torture him, and being scared because she was a lot more sadistuc that he preferred.
“Why not?” his mom called over her shoulder. “She’s sweet, and you two get along just fine.”
“Yeah, when I’m not tied to a bed!” Alex’s face turned red as he imagined the humiliation of being babysat like this. Laura was in her early twenties, practically an adult, and way too cool for someone like him. The last thing he needed was for her to see him like this.
His mom reappeared in the doorway, phone already in hand. “You’ll survive. Besides, maybe she’ll give you some tips on escaping.”
“Mom, no—”
“Hi, Laura! It’s Sharon,” his mom said, ignoring Alex’s protests. “I need to run a few errands, and Alex is in the middle of one of his… experiments. Could you pop over for a bit to keep an eye on him?”
Alex groaned, slumping against the bed.
A moment later, she hung up. “She’ll be here in five minutes,” his mom announced cheerfully.
“Mom, you don’t have to do this!” Alex begged.
“Sorry, kiddo. Actions have consequences. You wanted to be tied up, so here we are.”
Before Alex could protest again, the doorbell rang.
“Perfect timing!” his mom said, heading downstairs.
Alex’s heart sank as he heard Laura’s cheerful voice greet his mom at the door. Moments later, light footsteps echoed up the stairs.
“Hey, Alex!” Laura called, peeking her head into the room. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun, and she had a friendly smile that somehow made the situation worse. Then her eyes landed on him. “Oh… wow. This is, uh… not what I expected.”
“Yeah, uh… hi, Laura,” Alex muttered, his cheeks burning.
She stepped into the room, clearly trying not to laugh. “So… you’re an escape artist now?”
“It’s a… challenge,” he mumbled, squirming under her amused gaze.
Laura crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, still smiling. “Well, you’ve got the ‘tied up’ part down. How’s the ‘escaping’ going?”
“Not great,” Alex admitted, tugging at the ropes again.
She chuckled. “Want me to give you a hint? Or should I just sit here and watch you struggle?”
Alex groaned, wishing the bed would just swallow him whole. This was going to be a long afternoon.
Laura pulled a chair from Alex’s desk and plopped herself down next to the bed, crossing her legs casually. “Alright, escape artist, let’s see what you’ve got,” she teased, resting her chin in her hand.
Alex gave a halfhearted tug at the ropes, his wrists and ankles pulling against the soft cotton. “I’m working on it, okay?” he muttered, feeling the heat rise in his face again.
Laura smirked. “Oh, I can see that. You’re really close. Any second now…”
Alex rolled his eyes. “I said I’ll get it!”
“Uh-huh,” Laura said, leaning closer and inspecting the knots on his wrists. “Looks like Mom did a pretty good job here. Honestly, I’m impressed.”
“Yeah, she didn’t exactly go easy on me,” Alex admitted, tugging again in frustration.
Laura tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You know, I think you’re going about this all wrong. Escaping isn’t just about strength—it’s about staying calm. Focused.”
“I am focused!” Alex protested.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she said, her smirk widening. “You’re looking a little… tense.”
“I’m not—” Alex stopped mid-sentence as Laura suddenly poked his side, just above his ribs. He flinched instinctively, a surprised laugh bursting out of him.
“Whoa, that was easy,” Laura said, laughing. “Are you ticklish, Alex?”
Alex knew where this was going. Laura wasted no time, she was enjoying this situation.
“No!” Alex lied quickly, squirming as much as the ropes would allow.
“Really? Because that little jump says otherwise.” Laura wiggled her fingers playfully, hovering them over his ribs.
“Don’t you dare!” Alex warned, his voice rising.
But before he could protest further, Laura’s fingers darted to his sides, gently wiggling against his ribs. Alex erupted into uncontrollable laughter, twisting and jerking against the restraints.
“St-stop! Laura, come on!” he gasped, laughing so hard his stomach hurt.
“What’s the matter?” she teased, her tone light and playful. “I thought you were focused!”
“I—can’t—breathe!” Alex managed to choke out between laughs, his face bright red.
“Oh, alright,” Laura said, finally pulling her hands away. She sat back, grinning at him. “You’re really bad at this whole ‘escape’ thing, you know that?”
Alex glared at her through teary eyes, still catching his breath. “You—are—the worst.”
Laura shrugged, clearly unbothered. “Hey, I’m just keeping you on your toes. Or, well… you know.”
Alex groaned, tugging at the ropes again. He hated how helpless he felt, completely at her mercy, but he couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous the situation was.
Then Laura glanced down at his feet, another mischievous smile spreading across her face.
“No,” Alex said quickly, his eyes widening. “Don’t even think about it.”
“What? I wasn’t going to do anything,” Laura said innocently, but her fingers inched closer to his bare foot.
“Laura!”
“Relax, I’m just curious.” Before he could stop her, she gave his foot a quick wiggle. Alex let out an involuntary snort and jerked his leg as much as the ropes would allow.
“Yep,” Laura said, laughing. “Definitely ticklish. You’re doomed, buddy.”
“Okay, okay! I get it!” Alex said, still squirming.
Laura sat back in the chair again, clearly enjoying herself. “Alright, I’ll stop. For now. But seriously, you’ve gotta work on this whole escaping thing, or you’re in trouble.”
Alex let out a sigh of relief, staring at the ceiling as his breathing steadied. His face was still flushed, and his body felt like jelly from laughing so hard.
Helpless, frustrated, and completely out of ideas, he closed his eyes for a moment and thought: Next time, I’m making sure no one’s around to see me fail.
Alex glared at Laura, his chest still heaving from laughter. “Alright, you’ve had your fun. Now just… sit there or something. I’m trying to focus.”
“Sure, sure,” Laura said with a grin, crossing her legs again. “I’ll just… sit here.”
But Alex didn’t like the way her gaze kept shifting from his wrists to his feet, and back to his sides. He tugged at the ropes again, testing them for any give. Nothing. He was still completely stuck.
Laura tilted her head, her smirk growing. “You know, you’re in a pretty bad spot right now. Completely tied up, nowhere to go…”
“I get it, okay?” Alex snapped, already regretting how this whole challenge had spiraled out of control.
“And, well,” she continued, wiggling her fingers dramatically in the air, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as ticklish as you.”
Alex’s heart sank. “Laura, no.”
“Oh, come on,” she said, laughing. “It’s not like you can stop me.”
“Laura, seriously! I swear—”
Before he could finish, Laura lunged toward his sides again, her fingers dancing over his ribs. Alex exploded into uncontrollable laughter, thrashing against the ropes with everything he had.
“NO! HAHA—STOP! PLEASE!” he begged, his voice cracking between fits of laughter.
“You’re just making this too easy!” Laura teased, her tone lighthearted and playful as her fingers worked their way up and down his ribs. “What kind of escape artist gets taken down by a little tickling?”
Alex’s face turned beet red as he twisted and squirmed, trying in vain to roll away from her relentless fingers. “I CAN’T—HAHA—BREATHE!” he gasped.
Laura finally paused, giving him a moment to catch his breath, but the look in her eyes told him she wasn’t done yet.
“You okay there, Houdini?” she teased, tapping his shoulder.
“I hate you,” Alex muttered, still giggling as he sucked in air.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” she said with a mock pout. “You did ask your mom to tie you up. And now you’re stuck with me. Literally.”
Alex groaned, his arms and legs tugging at the ropes again. Why did I ever think this was a good idea?
Laura’s gaze shifted to his feet, and Alex’s stomach dropped.
“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t even—”
“Oh, I’m definitely going there,” Laura interrupted with a mischievous grin.
She reached for his bare feet, wiggling her fingers just above them. Alex instinctively tried to pull his legs back, but the ropes kept them firmly in place. He was completely at her mercy.
“Let’s see if your feet are as bad as your ribs when I show no mercy,” Laura said, her fingers making contact with his soles.
Alex’s laughter erupted instantly, loud and uncontrollable as he thrashed against the bed. “NO! LAURA! HAHAHA! STOP IT!”
Her fingers moved quickly, scratching lightly at the arches of his feet and tracing up to his toes. THer nailsonly made it worse, sharpening th sensation and spreading it out until he felt like he couldn’t escape it anywhere.
“Wow, this is way worse than your ribs,” Laura said with a laugh. “You’re a total mess right now!”
Alex tried to respond, but he couldn’t form words through the relentless laughter. His legs twitched uselessly against the ropes as Laura continued her playful assault, switching between his left and right foot.
After what felt like an eternity, Laura finally stopped, sitting back in the chair as Alex lay there, panting and exhausted. His face was red, his hair a sweaty mess, and his sides ached from laughing so much.
“Well,” Laura said, crossing her arms with a satisfied grin, “I think it’s safe to say you’re officially the worst escape artist ever.”
Alex glared at her weakly. “I hate you so much right now.”
“Hey, don’t blame me,” she said with a shrug. “You’re the one who wanted to be tied up. I’m just… making it interesting.”
Alex groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Never again, he thought miserably. Never. Again.
That is when Laura noticed what was going on. Through his shorts, Alex's throbing cock was clearly visible. It was extremely hard. He was obviously horny, and Laura liked what she was seing.
Since she had a tcikling fetish, she was also very amused by the situation. She got up, and without a single word, took off her sock and stuffed her into Alex's mouth. He was shocked and could not even make asound.He just looked at her with his eyes wide open. She agresivly tugged on his shorts and underwear and took them off.
Alex tried to say something, but it came out just as a muffled sounds since he had her sock in his mouth. It was humiliating for him, being tied up with his cock out while this girl was in charge. That is whan she, again without a word, started stroking his cock. It felt like heaven for him.
She stopped suddenly after only a minute or so of this exquisite pleasure. She stroked him slowly with her hand using the wetness that lingered from her sweat on her palms as lubrication.
She asked, "Are you ready for the lotion?"
Engulfed in the pleasure Alex shook his head yes. She leaned across his naked body as she reached for the lotion from his nightstand. Her nipples poked firmly through the sheer material of her shirt as they hung heavily from her petite frame. He felt another surge from his groin muscle. He imagined that she might even let him cum on her boobs when I was ready to explode.
Sitting back upon the bed indian style she opened the lotion and squirted a generous portion on Alex's cock. She closed the lid and sat the bottle on the other side of his body. He felt the warmth of her hand slowly began to rub the lotion over him.
With his cock saturated in lotion she began to stroke Alex firmly up and down. She was almost business like with her motions. Her deliberate movements were a sure sign that she wanted Alex to cum and cum fast. He felt a slight urge that I might be cumming soon, but he kept his concentration and slowly regained his control. I wanted to enjoy this situation and he let her know the extent of his pleasure with a few groans.
She continued to stroke him firmly and consistently for about a minute or two. Alex would occasionally look down and watch her hand running up and down the length of his cock. It was difficult to know which motion felt better, when she stroked up or when she stroked down, because she moved with such a steady pace. Alex closed his eyes and lay his head back on the pillow. The consistency of her rhythm was pushing Alex to the edge fast, so he concentrated harder on trying to make himself last as long as possible.
But there was no hope. After only a few minutes, he bursted. He came so hard he screamed into his sock gag. His semen went flying everywhere, including lauras hand, face, shirt and the bed. She smiled at him and said "Oh, not only you are a ticklish little boy, but you are also a big cum monster. Look how much you came on me. That deserves a punishment."
Before he could do anything, she dug deep into his ribs again and he started screaming into his gag. She wanted to hear his laughter, so she took out her sock from his mouth.
Alex’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his limbs limp against the ropes. His cheeks were still burning, and his voice felt hoarse from laughing so much. For a moment, he thought—hoped—that Laura had finally finished teasing him.
But then she stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, her eyes glinting with mischief.
“You know,” she said, crouching down by his feet, “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone this ticklish. It’s kind of fascinating.”
“Laura, come on,” Alex groaned, twisting his wrists in a futile attempt to escape. “You’ve made your point! I give up!”
“Oh no, you don’t get to give up,” she said with a wicked grin. “You’re supposed to escape, remember? And besides…” She grabbed his ankle playfully. “I don’t think I’m quite done yet.”
“Laura, PLEASE,” Alex begged, his voice cracking with desperation.
“Let’s see what happens if we really put these escape skills to the test,” she teased, wiggling her fingers in the air.
“Laura, I’m serious!” Alex shouted, tugging at the ropes with all his strength. “You’re going to—HAHA—NO!”
His protests dissolved into laughter as Laura’s fingers gently spidered across his bare soles, tracing slow, deliberate lines from his heels to his toes. The sensation was unbearable, and Alex’s body bucked against the bed, but the ropes held firm.
“Wow, you’re really sensitive here,” Laura said with mock amazement. “Even just a little touch drives you crazy!”
“STOP! HAHAHA—STOP IT!” Alex howled, tears forming in his eyes as she picked up the pace.
Her fingers explored every inch of his feet, alternating techniques. Sometimes she used quick, light flicks along the arches; other times, she dug in with slightly firmer scritches, focusing on the spots that made him laugh the hardest.
“Let’s see… is this worse?” she said, running her nails under his toes, making him shriek with laughter. “Or maybe… this?” She switched to scribbling circles into his arches.
“HAHAHA—I CAN’T! I CAN’T!” Alex screamed, thrashing as much as the ropes would allow. His mind was a blur of panic and helplessness. The tickling was relentless, and no amount of struggling could stop it.
Laura seemed to enjoy testing his limits, alternating between teasingly light touches and sudden bursts of rapid tickling. “You know, if you could use all this energy to work on escaping, you might actually stand a chance,” she teased, grinning as he writhed under her hands.
Alex’s laughter turned silent, his body shaking as he ran out of breath. He had never felt so utterly helpless in his life. No matter how hard he pulled at the ropes, he couldn’t move an inch. All he could do was endure Laura’s playful torment.
“Okay, okay,” Laura said finally, sitting back with a laugh. “You’re probably going to pass out if I keep going.”
Alex lay there, gasping for air, his face drenched in sweat and tears. “You’re… the worst… person… ever,” he panted, his voice barely audible.
Laura grinned. “You’ll thank me one day. This builds character.”
“Untie me,” Alex croaked, his body too exhausted to fight anymore.
“Are you sure? I mean, you haven’t escaped yet,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t care,” he muttered. “I’m done. I lose.”
Laura chuckled, leaning over to start untying the knots. “You lasted longer than I thought, to be honest. But yeah, you definitely failed the challenge.”
As she worked the ropes loose, Alex felt the tension finally release from his wrists and ankles. The relief was immediate, but so was the soreness from all his struggling.
Once free, he rubbed his wrists and sat up slowly, shooting Laura a tired glare while pulling his shorts up.
“I am never doing this again,” he said firmly.
"Oh yes you are. I have a playroom in the basement of my house with all the equipment needed to tickle someone to insanity. You will be my guest and toy there if you don't want me to tell everyone about what happened here today."
He just looked at her. Scared and aroused at the same time and said "Understood."
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