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22 year old Angela could not remember how she had gotten there, but there she was. She was comfortably placed on her knees, her back leaning against a metal pole that went from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. Her knees were supported by a soft pillow allowing her to relax in the otherwise compromising position. Her arms were tied high above her head and stretched quite tightly upwards. The soft cotton rope, with which this had been done, was fastened around a wooden hook in the ceiling and pulled until her arms was lifted high above her head.
She glanced around the room that she found herself in. The room didn’t look the least bit strange. It was a regular bedroom, furnished with a bed, and a bedside table. It was a bit dark in the room due to the fact that the drapes had been closed, shutting out the sunlight on this summers day afternoon. She came to the conclusion that she must be facing away from the door since it was not visible to her in her current position. The only thing that stood out in the room, was the metal pole to which she was securely fastened with a few lengths of soft cotton rope
The rope had been tied around her waist and chest and also around the pole behind her. This made it impossible for her to move. As mentioned earlier, she was in a kneeling position, the pillow supported her knees and she noticed that her legs had been tied together in order to further incapacitate her. Her legs were tied with the same cotton rope, once just below her knees and once around her ankles. Since the pillow was quite thick, it put her in a comfortable position and her feet hung over the edge of the pillow behind her.
It being a warm summers day, she was dressed in one of her sleeveless summer dresses accompanied by her open-toe sandals with quite high heels. Her beautiful curly blond hair fell naturally down her back and she blew a few curls out of her eyes in order to be able to look around.
As she gradually got used to the dim light in the room she started to make out the contours of what seemed to be some sort of board placed on the bed before her. It was leaned against the wall.
First she thought it must be a painting that someone had removed from the wall and placed on the bed, but she soon realized that this wasn’t the case at all. It was in fact an old blackboard. She soon noticed that something was written on the blackboard.
As she made out what it was, her heart skipped a beat and her blood quickly turned into ice in her veins. On the blackboard, someone had written a question with thick white letters. The question read: ”ARE YOU TICKLISH DARLIN’?”.
Her mind was raising and she all of a sudden, very much regretted her choice of clothing for the day. It hadn’t been an issue before, but now, her bare arms and smooth armpits seemed quite vulnerable and the fact that they were on display for anyone who would happen to enter the room didn’t ease her mind one bit either.
She started tugging against her bonds for a moment, trying to get them to budge but she soon realised that it was no idea. It was almost impossible to move even an inch.
Just as she was getting ready for one final attempt to break free, she could hear the door handle being turned and the door opening behind her. In desperation she tried to turn her head to see who was about to enter the room. She called out, asking for the person or persons to identify themselves. There was no reply, but she could clearly hear the clicking of high-heeled shoes against the wooden floor as someone entered.
Into the room came a woman and a man. Angela quickly identified the woman as her next-door neighbour and the man as her neighbours, extremely good-looking, boyfriend. Angela was actually better acquainted with the boyfriend than with the neighbour, as she had spent quite some time speaking to him in the hallway and elevator.
The woman spoke:
-”Hello Angela, it seems you have gotten yourself into somewhat of a bind don’t you think?”
-”What is this? What do you want from me? And why have you tied me up like this?” Angela asked with some anger in her voice.
-”There, there” said the neighbour. ”We just want you to confess to the fact that you have been hitting on my boyfriend here, behind by back”
-”What?! That’s ridiculous” exclaimed Angela, starting to feel some perspiration on her forehead. ”I will never admit to something so stupid!”
-”Yes, we realized that you might refuse initially, that’s partly why we placed you in this position that you are in. You see, we can be very persuasive if we must. Your so completely at our mercy my darlin’. What that means you will see in a minute. Simon, will you please?”
The neighbour woman looked at her boyfriend and then glanced quickly down at the feet of poor Angela.
Simon got the message. He took a step forward, looked deep into Angela’s eyes and displayed, what can only be described as a truly evil smile. He then proceeded to walk around the tied woman, placing himself on the floor behind her.
It was with almost no effort at all, that he unhooked the straps that held Angela’s shoes in place. As the straps came loose, Angela started protesting again, she desperately tried to keep her shoes from falling of her feet but the fact that her feet was dangling from the edge of the pillow and was situated a bit over the floor made the task difficult.
Gravity, as well as Simon wanted her shoes on the floor and her feet to be bare and vulnerable. As her shoes fell to the floor, Simon took a moment to take in the sight that was the bare soles of Angela. He soon realized that her feet were among the most beautiful he had ever seen. The pale skin of the smooth soft sole, the pink colour of her soft heel and toes contrasting with the deep red colour of her nails was fascinatingly beautiful. Here feet were on the larger side; perhaps size 39-40, European sizes, and they were truly remarkable and he just knew that they were fanatically ticklish
The neighbour woman reached into a bag that she had brought with her and pulled something out. It was a scarf. She circled the bound woman until she finally stopped right behind her.
Angela could feel the woman placing her cheek to her ear, breathing lightly as she whispered
-”Now the fun begins.”
With those words she covered the eyes of poor Angela using the scarf. Angela protested wildly and tried to shake her head in defiance. However the neighbour was both quick and resourceful. She tied the scarf tightly over Angela’s eyes and then proceeded to tie it around the pole. This swiftly secured Angela’s head to the pole and also made it impossible for her to see.
After that, nothing seemed to happen for hours.
Poor Angela, who could do slightly more than wiggle her toes, was almost driven mad with the feeling of helplessness. She new that even the slightest touch of her her silky smooth armpits or the bare soles of her feet was enough to send her into complete hysterics and uncontrollable laughter. As of this day, she had not yet managed to find a person as ticklish as herself.
It was almost as if she didn’t need anyone to tickle her in order to start giggling from the situation. The knowledge of the fact that the attack could come at any second was almost unbearable and her bare soles and stretched armpits really tingled with anticipation. She was almost ready to beg her assailants to start tickling her.
Then she felt it.
It was a sharp nail that slowly stroked the length of her left sole. Starting at her big toe, it moved up towards the heel. She immediately started stifling the giggles that wanted to come out, trying to twist and turn, wiggling her toes desperately in order to get her mind from the evil finger that was stroking her bare sole.
Roughly at this time, she felt the soft touch of fingers, dancing down her bare exposed arms to finally land in her smooth armpits where they started to dance, producing feather - light strokes that caressed her soft skin.
It tickled like nothing she had ever felt before.
Angela tried to bite her lip, desperately holding in the laughter as she felt her face turning red. When the sharp nail started its journey from her big toe for the third time her struggle was over. As the nail reached the bare arch of her sole she let out the first giggle. It was like opening a floodgate and manic laughter started pouring out of her.
As the woman traced the sole of her other foot as well, Angela started to get desperate. She tried to focus and divert her mind to something other than the excruciating feeling of the fingernails stroking her bare soles. As she tried to do so, she found that the only other option was the maddening feeling of the fingers that danced, ever so lightly, stroking her exposed armpits.
It started to dawn on her that there was no way that she could escape the dreaded tickling. She started begging it to stop.
“Hehehepleasehehehe, I hahahahahaahven’t beehehehen hitting on hehehehehehe on him! You hahahahah, you hahahahave to behehehelieve me!”
The foot tickling suddenly stopped.
However, Simon was still stroking her bare armpits. He was letting his fingers lightly caress the skin from her elbow, all the way down to the smooth pits. It was done in a very light way. Sometimes he would stop for a few seconds and then start it up somewhere else along the arm. This never gave Angela the opportunity to get in to the rhythm of the tickling. She never knew exactly where the next “attack” would come from.
Each time Simon took one of his little “breaks”, Angela’s body would get really tense and as soon as she felt the light touch of his fingertips again she would let out a little shreek.
All of a sudden Angela felt the woman’s breath on her neck. She could feel the scarf being removed from her eyes. As it was, Angela’s eyes met the neighbour woman’s for the first time. Angela could see that she enjoyed the situation immensely as her dark eyes sparkled and she smiled teasingly.
“Angela darlin’. You have two options. Either you confess and admit that there is some truth to our accusations. If you do, you will receive a suitable punishment, or you keep up this stubborn attitude and we will keep tickling you until you do confess. What will it be?”
Angela answered with a hint of desperation in her voice:
“But I haven’t done anything wrong! All I did was speak to him a few times in the hallway! Surely you can’t call that hitting on him!?”
The woman’s smile broadened to an evil grin.
“I had a feeling you would say that.”
With those words, and despite loud protests from the bound blond, the scarf was put in place, once more covering Angela’s eyes preventing her from seeing even the slightest contours of the room in which she found herself.
All of a sudden Angela felt the shoulder straps of her summer dress snap. As the straps, which had served the purpose of holding her dress in place snapped, there was nothing left to support her dress and it fell slowly to the floor. Angela let out a surprised “Hey!” as she felt the dress fall off and a light breeze caressing her bare skin.
She was still wearing her bra and her panties but the loss of the dress had the effect of baring her midsection completely. She quickly realized that the only protection that she had been able to count on was now gone and her extremely ticklish belly and sides was now completely bare and up for grabs.
Poor Angela had never felt this exposed. Her ticklish armpits were completely at the hands of her kidnappers, the soft skin of her bare belly and insanely ticklish sides was almost glistening in the dim light and her big soft and incredibly ticklish soles were upturned and presented to the ticklers in the most accessible of ways.
The couple left poor Angela in that position for about 5 minutes. To Angela these minutes were the longest in her life.
Then the tickling began.
At first she only felt the slight tingling of fingertips tracing her sides at a slow pace. It soon quickened and this time, Angela wasn’t even allowed the option of holding her giggles in.
Hehehehehaheheheahahahahahahahah!!!!! Stahahahahahahahahahahap! Pleeeeeeehehehehehehehehse!!!
The woman let her fingers slide from the elbows of the bound Angela all the way down her ticklish sides, caressing her soft skin and sending electrical jolts of extreme ticklishness and pleasure straight into the mind of the victim. Poor Angela laughed and laughed and laughed.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAAAAAAAAAAAhehehehehehehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAP!!!!!I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!!!!
The neighbour’s fingers found themselves into the deep smooth armpits of helpless Angela. Here they danced and danced until Angela’s laughter turned into silent laughter. Then she gave her the possibility of catching her breath for a few minutes.
This heavy tickling session had taken it’s toll on the bound blond. Her body was glistening with sweat and she was reduced to a tingling, giggling pile of laughter.
“I think our little blond is more ticklish than we first thought” said the woman with an amused tone in her voice
She glanced around the room that she found herself in. The room didn’t look the least bit strange. It was a regular bedroom, furnished with a bed, and a bedside table. It was a bit dark in the room due to the fact that the drapes had been closed, shutting out the sunlight on this summers day afternoon. She came to the conclusion that she must be facing away from the door since it was not visible to her in her current position. The only thing that stood out in the room, was the metal pole to which she was securely fastened with a few lengths of soft cotton rope
The rope had been tied around her waist and chest and also around the pole behind her. This made it impossible for her to move. As mentioned earlier, she was in a kneeling position, the pillow supported her knees and she noticed that her legs had been tied together in order to further incapacitate her. Her legs were tied with the same cotton rope, once just below her knees and once around her ankles. Since the pillow was quite thick, it put her in a comfortable position and her feet hung over the edge of the pillow behind her.
It being a warm summers day, she was dressed in one of her sleeveless summer dresses accompanied by her open-toe sandals with quite high heels. Her beautiful curly blond hair fell naturally down her back and she blew a few curls out of her eyes in order to be able to look around.
As she gradually got used to the dim light in the room she started to make out the contours of what seemed to be some sort of board placed on the bed before her. It was leaned against the wall.
First she thought it must be a painting that someone had removed from the wall and placed on the bed, but she soon realized that this wasn’t the case at all. It was in fact an old blackboard. She soon noticed that something was written on the blackboard.
As she made out what it was, her heart skipped a beat and her blood quickly turned into ice in her veins. On the blackboard, someone had written a question with thick white letters. The question read: ”ARE YOU TICKLISH DARLIN’?”.
Her mind was raising and she all of a sudden, very much regretted her choice of clothing for the day. It hadn’t been an issue before, but now, her bare arms and smooth armpits seemed quite vulnerable and the fact that they were on display for anyone who would happen to enter the room didn’t ease her mind one bit either.
She started tugging against her bonds for a moment, trying to get them to budge but she soon realised that it was no idea. It was almost impossible to move even an inch.
Just as she was getting ready for one final attempt to break free, she could hear the door handle being turned and the door opening behind her. In desperation she tried to turn her head to see who was about to enter the room. She called out, asking for the person or persons to identify themselves. There was no reply, but she could clearly hear the clicking of high-heeled shoes against the wooden floor as someone entered.
Into the room came a woman and a man. Angela quickly identified the woman as her next-door neighbour and the man as her neighbours, extremely good-looking, boyfriend. Angela was actually better acquainted with the boyfriend than with the neighbour, as she had spent quite some time speaking to him in the hallway and elevator.
The woman spoke:
-”Hello Angela, it seems you have gotten yourself into somewhat of a bind don’t you think?”
-”What is this? What do you want from me? And why have you tied me up like this?” Angela asked with some anger in her voice.
-”There, there” said the neighbour. ”We just want you to confess to the fact that you have been hitting on my boyfriend here, behind by back”
-”What?! That’s ridiculous” exclaimed Angela, starting to feel some perspiration on her forehead. ”I will never admit to something so stupid!”
-”Yes, we realized that you might refuse initially, that’s partly why we placed you in this position that you are in. You see, we can be very persuasive if we must. Your so completely at our mercy my darlin’. What that means you will see in a minute. Simon, will you please?”
The neighbour woman looked at her boyfriend and then glanced quickly down at the feet of poor Angela.
Simon got the message. He took a step forward, looked deep into Angela’s eyes and displayed, what can only be described as a truly evil smile. He then proceeded to walk around the tied woman, placing himself on the floor behind her.
It was with almost no effort at all, that he unhooked the straps that held Angela’s shoes in place. As the straps came loose, Angela started protesting again, she desperately tried to keep her shoes from falling of her feet but the fact that her feet was dangling from the edge of the pillow and was situated a bit over the floor made the task difficult.
Gravity, as well as Simon wanted her shoes on the floor and her feet to be bare and vulnerable. As her shoes fell to the floor, Simon took a moment to take in the sight that was the bare soles of Angela. He soon realized that her feet were among the most beautiful he had ever seen. The pale skin of the smooth soft sole, the pink colour of her soft heel and toes contrasting with the deep red colour of her nails was fascinatingly beautiful. Here feet were on the larger side; perhaps size 39-40, European sizes, and they were truly remarkable and he just knew that they were fanatically ticklish
The neighbour woman reached into a bag that she had brought with her and pulled something out. It was a scarf. She circled the bound woman until she finally stopped right behind her.
Angela could feel the woman placing her cheek to her ear, breathing lightly as she whispered
-”Now the fun begins.”
With those words she covered the eyes of poor Angela using the scarf. Angela protested wildly and tried to shake her head in defiance. However the neighbour was both quick and resourceful. She tied the scarf tightly over Angela’s eyes and then proceeded to tie it around the pole. This swiftly secured Angela’s head to the pole and also made it impossible for her to see.
After that, nothing seemed to happen for hours.
Poor Angela, who could do slightly more than wiggle her toes, was almost driven mad with the feeling of helplessness. She new that even the slightest touch of her her silky smooth armpits or the bare soles of her feet was enough to send her into complete hysterics and uncontrollable laughter. As of this day, she had not yet managed to find a person as ticklish as herself.
It was almost as if she didn’t need anyone to tickle her in order to start giggling from the situation. The knowledge of the fact that the attack could come at any second was almost unbearable and her bare soles and stretched armpits really tingled with anticipation. She was almost ready to beg her assailants to start tickling her.
Then she felt it.
It was a sharp nail that slowly stroked the length of her left sole. Starting at her big toe, it moved up towards the heel. She immediately started stifling the giggles that wanted to come out, trying to twist and turn, wiggling her toes desperately in order to get her mind from the evil finger that was stroking her bare sole.
Roughly at this time, she felt the soft touch of fingers, dancing down her bare exposed arms to finally land in her smooth armpits where they started to dance, producing feather - light strokes that caressed her soft skin.
It tickled like nothing she had ever felt before.
Angela tried to bite her lip, desperately holding in the laughter as she felt her face turning red. When the sharp nail started its journey from her big toe for the third time her struggle was over. As the nail reached the bare arch of her sole she let out the first giggle. It was like opening a floodgate and manic laughter started pouring out of her.
As the woman traced the sole of her other foot as well, Angela started to get desperate. She tried to focus and divert her mind to something other than the excruciating feeling of the fingernails stroking her bare soles. As she tried to do so, she found that the only other option was the maddening feeling of the fingers that danced, ever so lightly, stroking her exposed armpits.
It started to dawn on her that there was no way that she could escape the dreaded tickling. She started begging it to stop.
“Hehehepleasehehehe, I hahahahahaahven’t beehehehen hitting on hehehehehehe on him! You hahahahah, you hahahahave to behehehelieve me!”
The foot tickling suddenly stopped.
However, Simon was still stroking her bare armpits. He was letting his fingers lightly caress the skin from her elbow, all the way down to the smooth pits. It was done in a very light way. Sometimes he would stop for a few seconds and then start it up somewhere else along the arm. This never gave Angela the opportunity to get in to the rhythm of the tickling. She never knew exactly where the next “attack” would come from.
Each time Simon took one of his little “breaks”, Angela’s body would get really tense and as soon as she felt the light touch of his fingertips again she would let out a little shreek.
All of a sudden Angela felt the woman’s breath on her neck. She could feel the scarf being removed from her eyes. As it was, Angela’s eyes met the neighbour woman’s for the first time. Angela could see that she enjoyed the situation immensely as her dark eyes sparkled and she smiled teasingly.
“Angela darlin’. You have two options. Either you confess and admit that there is some truth to our accusations. If you do, you will receive a suitable punishment, or you keep up this stubborn attitude and we will keep tickling you until you do confess. What will it be?”
Angela answered with a hint of desperation in her voice:
“But I haven’t done anything wrong! All I did was speak to him a few times in the hallway! Surely you can’t call that hitting on him!?”
The woman’s smile broadened to an evil grin.
“I had a feeling you would say that.”
With those words, and despite loud protests from the bound blond, the scarf was put in place, once more covering Angela’s eyes preventing her from seeing even the slightest contours of the room in which she found herself.
All of a sudden Angela felt the shoulder straps of her summer dress snap. As the straps, which had served the purpose of holding her dress in place snapped, there was nothing left to support her dress and it fell slowly to the floor. Angela let out a surprised “Hey!” as she felt the dress fall off and a light breeze caressing her bare skin.
She was still wearing her bra and her panties but the loss of the dress had the effect of baring her midsection completely. She quickly realized that the only protection that she had been able to count on was now gone and her extremely ticklish belly and sides was now completely bare and up for grabs.
Poor Angela had never felt this exposed. Her ticklish armpits were completely at the hands of her kidnappers, the soft skin of her bare belly and insanely ticklish sides was almost glistening in the dim light and her big soft and incredibly ticklish soles were upturned and presented to the ticklers in the most accessible of ways.
The couple left poor Angela in that position for about 5 minutes. To Angela these minutes were the longest in her life.
Then the tickling began.
At first she only felt the slight tingling of fingertips tracing her sides at a slow pace. It soon quickened and this time, Angela wasn’t even allowed the option of holding her giggles in.
Hehehehehaheheheahahahahahahahah!!!!! Stahahahahahahahahahahap! Pleeeeeeehehehehehehehehse!!!
The woman let her fingers slide from the elbows of the bound Angela all the way down her ticklish sides, caressing her soft skin and sending electrical jolts of extreme ticklishness and pleasure straight into the mind of the victim. Poor Angela laughed and laughed and laughed.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAAAAAAAAAAAhehehehehehehehehehHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAP!!!!!I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!!!!
The neighbour’s fingers found themselves into the deep smooth armpits of helpless Angela. Here they danced and danced until Angela’s laughter turned into silent laughter. Then she gave her the possibility of catching her breath for a few minutes.
This heavy tickling session had taken it’s toll on the bound blond. Her body was glistening with sweat and she was reduced to a tingling, giggling pile of laughter.
“I think our little blond is more ticklish than we first thought” said the woman with an amused tone in her voice
