Amyjay1986
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Its friday night..... 11:30pm..........
[You are the young pampered offspring of a wealthy business couple]
Youve been out with youre friends and had a few drinks,
Youre not drunk just a little tipsy.
But in a great mood because your parents are away on a work trip all weekend.
Which you were meant to go on too, but you changed your mind last minute and now.....
Youve got the whole house to yourself,
No one knows it and you intend to keep it that way!
You put your key in the lock of the front door...
Turn it...
And step into the warm house.
Once inside the house you take off your coat (removing your glasses but forgetting to take your phone out of the pocket) and hang it up inside the closet.
On second thoughts, even though you are just in shorts and a vest top, you think it is a bit warm so you open a window.
You look around and sigh happily, lost in thought,
The house is huge and you love it, youve lived here since you were a baby and the whole place makes you feel safe and secure, thats why you havent moved out yet.
Your parents look after you well and give you everything you need.
You take off your sandles, leave them in the hall way and walk towards the big, comfy couch, your second favourite place to lounge, after your bed of course. You climb on, stretch your arms above your head and with your eyes now closed.....
.....you fall asleep.
[I am a thief, trying to steal your parents money, unaware there is anyone in the house]
I creep around the side of the house and spot an open window,
"JACKPOT!"
I hesitate, then think:-
'Now Im round the back no one will see me.' The house stands alone, meters away from the house before it and last on the end of the posh road.
I walk casually up to the window, pull it open wider, and jump through.
"Nice house!"
I look around,
"Hmmm, very nice!"
Theres a massive TV on one wall and a stereo system on another, thick soft, cream carpet on the floor, a lovely looking long white couch, (although I can only see it from the back and the biggest wooden dining table Ive ever seen with four chairs on each side and two at each end. The table is decorated with a single vase, containing a single rose.
I drift off into thought, thinking about how nice it would be to live here and then I get jealous and think how I wish the owners were here so I could teach them a lesson.....
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" someone sighed.
I twist around in absolute shock!
Where did that noise come from!
There is someone else in this house.....
I tiptoe closer and peer over the back of the couch.
And there you are, sound asleep.
I think about leaving you there and getting on with my business because you are clearly in the deepest sleep possible, but I know youre parents are away and if I keep you here, you might be able to help me get what I want.....
With a little gentle persuasion of course.....
As quickly and as quietly as I can I run up the stairs and open doors until I find the room which obviously belongs to the parents of this cute young snoozer.
I search the room till I find what Im looking for in one of the many drawers. I pick up eight ties and head back downstairs, tying them tightly together in two lines of four.
When i get back to you Im happy to notice you havent moved an inch.
I move quietly around till Im stood in front of you, making sure you are definitely asleep..... You are!
I smile wickedly to myself and crouch down.
I begin tying the end of one of the home made restraints to your right ankle, I do the left one too, then feed the other ends under the couch and up to where youre soft hands lay resting.
After gently wrapping each wrist tightly, I stand back to admire my work.
Then I start about gathering the other things I might need over the next substantial amount of time.
List includes:-
1) Baby oil,
2) Small paintbrush,
3) feather,
4) Electric toothbrush,
5) Hair brush
6) Another tie, (blindfold)
7) Another tie, (gag)
8) A glass of ice cubes,
9) A jug of cold water and two glasses,
10) A towel.
After I have all these things I head back towards where I left you carrying my tools on a tray.
Im pleased and oh so excited to see you stirring. I quickly fetch a chair from the table, place it front of you and sit down to eagerly wait for you to wake up properly.
A gentle breeze drifts through from the open window,
You feel a little bit chilli now youve been sat still for a while and in time you are forced to wake up from your deep slumber.
You try and reach to rub your eyes but realise you cant.
You squint in the light and try and open them anyway.
Youd bet your life on it you can see somebody in front of you.
You blink a few times and to your horror, the figure is still there, although blurry.
All of a sudden panicking, you try to jump up to escape and remember not being able to move your arms earlier, you realise worryingly that you cannot move the rest of your body either.
"Who are you?" you ask
"Oh, that doesnt matter" I reply. "What matters is that I get what I want and you are going to help me."
You look at me in disgust, "I wouldnt help you!" You spit, "You filthy thief"
I laugh, "you got spirit for someone who is tied up and completely at my mercy!"
"Tell me 'BRAT' ...
(I pause for a second.)
... are you ticklish?"
I fixate my eyes on you, gleefully acknowedging your reaction.
"Ahhh good, Im so glad" I smile at you and you stare back helplessly.
"no" you reply meekly, and although it sounds like more of a question than an answer, it also sounds like somehow you believe what you are saying.
"Oh really?" I say amused.
Without any more warning, I move towards you, menacingly wriggling my fingers at you and your eyeballs nearly pop out of your head, you begin thrashing around, desperately trying in vain to pull down your arms and protect your oh so sensitive torso.
I decide to go for it straight away, teach you who is boss. I dig all my digits hard into your exposed sides and tummy and wiggle.
You let out the loudest squeal ever.....
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....
and then break into a strong belly laugh as i torture your ticklish frame.....
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
STOOOOOOOOOP!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"I thought you werent ticklish," i say mockingly.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOPLEASEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADONTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEASEHAH
As I watch you trying, but failing, to escape my maddening tickley fingers, I laugh to myself with great delight, knowing I was going to enjoy this more than I first expected.
You laugh and laugh and laugh until after around ten minutes of heartless tummy and side tickling, I let you have a second to catch your breath. After all, I really am a nice person.....
You immediately kick off "You bastard, You let me go this instant, Who do you think you are coming in here and doing THIS... TO ME!!!"
I wiggle my fingers at you again and as quickly as you started shouting, you shoot backwards and stop.
"Now listen to me, you little BRAT!" I emphasise the name 'Brat' for the second time and decide happily that it suits you. "You are going to tell me where your fathers safe is, and you are going to tell me NOW!"
You look at me in such a pleading way that for a split second I feel sorry for you...
Then I remember that you are what I said you are..... A spoiled little brat!
"Oh so we're playing it like that are we?" I snort to you. "More fool you then for not doing what you are told, there are concequences for this sort of behaviour."
I delicately drag two fingers across your bare, already sensitive belly and you squeal and giggle...
"Tell me where it is BRAT!" I stop to observe you and rest my tingling fingers on your tummy near your belly button. You let out a small, unintentional giggle and look away, ashamed.
My hand starts to move again and you squirm under my light touch, still smiling.
I watch you with interest.
"Tell me where it is and Ill stop." I say teasingly while strengthening my wiggles. "Tell me"....."heehee no"..... "Tell me"....."heehee no"..... "TELL ME NOW." I shout and unleash both hands in a fury.....
You crack again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHE HAHA HASNT HAHAHA G G G GOT HAHAHAHA hahahahahahahahahahahaha AhahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SAFE heehee HAHAHAHAHA NO HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHA
I let off for a second..... "what did you say? I ask.
"He... hasnt... got... a... safe!" you repeat slowly and cheekily, but never making eye contact with me.
Hmmm I think, and begin pacing..... Are you telling the truth? Is there no safe? Dont know about that, but if you are being truthful now, then why did it take you so long to give me this information? Unless..........
I turn back to look at you in your sweet, little, submissive state and grin to myself.
"Well whether or not you are telling the truth, I will be getting one reward out of my visit, even if it isnt money." I walk back towards you and look down into your eyes. Again you avoid contact and I breath in deeply, satisfied, knowing what I just witnessed - definitely was not an act.
With a new boost of power I walk past you a few times just for effect, then stop right in front of you.
"Ok lets just say, there isnt a safe, yeah?"
"Yeah." you reply, wondering where this is heading...
"Would you even want me to let you go?" I ask while watching your every cowering reaction and every worried movement.
"Yeah." you reply, glancing at me quickly and away again. "Of course, now let me go."
I put my hands down on the couch, either side of your knees and lean in close to your ear, lowering my voice to a whisper, you can feel my warm breath on your neck and flinch.....
I whisper confidently.....
"Well..... I dont believe you."
To my joy, the reaction is immediate. I jump back as you start thrashing and squirming about trying to release yourself, all the while your head in turmoil, trying to understand why I would say such a thing.
"Of course I want you to let me go, UNTIE ME NOW YOU FUCK!" You shout, still throwing yourself around as far as your bonds will let you. Which isnt far at all.
"Hahaha." I laugh and decide that my conclusion was most definitely correct.
I continue.
"I dont think you really want me to let you go" I say, "I think you like being in this position. Tied up against your will, completely at the mercy of someone who knows your secret....."
I pause to let you take in what I have just said.
You calm almost instantly, curious.
"What secret?" you ask quietly.
"Well, my thoughts are..." I linger and drag out the words, teasing you as much as I can, taking every opportunity to make sure you understand your predicament. "I think you love being tickled."
I look at you and notice you withdraw back into yourself, shocked, scared of what might be to come. But somehow excited.
You dont say a word. Just look at me with those big pleading eyes. But I know what are you pleading for?
I smile. "I think you like it sooooooooo much, I think you should admit it....."
"What! Are you crazy!" You splurt, continuing your fight with your restraints.
"Why would anyone like THAT?" But the voice at the very back of your mind was telling you that Im right.
"Oh, come on now," I say, smiling "lets not be difficult, ey?"
For a split second, I swear I see you stop and smile. Then your movement continues.
I walk back to you, slowly, and begin the menacing wriggling of my fingers towards your body again.
You shift now with renewed urgency as strong spasms of panic surge through your body, trying as best you can, but failing to remove the ties tightly restraining your wrists and ankles, holding you powerless, weak and vulnerable..... Available for me to tickle.
What you dont realise is that while squirming so over dramatically, your vest top is making its way up your soft, tanned sides to reveal a taught, flat and extremely ticklish tummy.
"Tickle, Tickle, Tickle," I tease while you look at me with a horrified expression on your face.
I pounce on you with extra force, digging my fingers into your tender, naked and unprotected torso, You scream but there is no escape...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....LEMMI GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH....
You are going mad. This is someone youve never met before, making you feel more exhilaration while suffering than youve ever felt in your life, youve never felt anything like it. Theres no escaping it, you cant move and its driving you crazy. You try and forget you exist, remove your mind from your body and take away the torture being inflicted on them both.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I move my torturous digits up and down your sides, varying the pressure, hard and slow with one hand while swift and light with the other. every inch of your tummy, then I stick my middle finger deep into your belly button and wiggle.
Your back quickly arches, unintentionally moving your body towards my hands and I grab at your sides again with one hand, while with the other hand I keep wiggling the finger in your belly button.
Your laughter is like music to my ears. but excrutiating for you. youve never felt anything so intense in your whole life but for some reason although it is torture you still think to yourself that its the best feeling in the world and you never want it to stop.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOOOOOOOOOPHAHAHAPLEEEEEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
At some point my hands get lower without me noticing and I accidently stumble upon a new spot. Your hips! When I dig my thumbs into that sensitive spot you go absolutely bonkers, flipping around all over the place, trying to escape that crazy feeling youve never ever felt before!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPLEASEHAHAHASTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHMYGODPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Half an hour later
"Ready to admit you like it yet? I tease.
"Come ooooon, tell the truth, Brat!"
I stop my fun to await your answer.....
It takes a couple of minutes for you to get your breath back and I stand waiting patiently at first, but then that goes out the window.
WINDOW! I think, I nip over and close it in case someone hears you laughing so loud for so long. Then I remember the extra ties I have and grab one on the way past.
You sit nervously awaiting my return, thinking about what exactly is happening and whether or not its enjoyable or horrendous.
I come back to you and I see youve calmed down enough to wonder what Im doing. When I wrap the tie around your eyes and secure it, all I hear is a small "oh no".
"It seems youve forgotten about my earlier order." I claw at your waist a couple of times relighting the smouldering laughter into flames.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTAGAINHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"Are you ready to admit it yet?"
(silence)
I claw again a few more times, digging in harder.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOPLEASEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA
You think to yourself as best you can in a situation like this, you are strong willed and are not planning on giving in any time soon, although, you think that maybe they'll stop if you tell them what they want to hear.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOKOKOKOKOKOKOKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I tickle for a few more minutes, pretending not to hear you.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADONTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOOOOOOKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I finally stop and give you chance to speak.
"OK" you croak.
"OK what?" I ask, grinning.
You breath heavily. "I admit it."
"You admit what?" I tease. A smile spread so wide across my face, I realise it hurts my cheeks.
You try to cower, but being as you cant move much, its more the facial expression that makes it look like that. You dont want to admit it because its embarassing you and its killing you to even think the words, never mind say them!
"You know what!" you give off a pout like a child being told off. Looking at me, out of the corner of your eye, invitingly.
"I dont know what, please tell me." I spout innocently.
You glare at me now, trying to force it out of you and knowing you are going to have to say it sooner or later, excitement brewing up in your belly, you try to speak but it just wont come out.....
"Going to be stubborn are we?" I ask.
I grab you again, this time I go on for just over an hour.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"Did you say- Please dont stop?" I repeat, amused. "OK, I wont, haha."
I tickle every inch of your torso, up and down your sides, into them delicate and sensitive hips. Back and forth across your cute, smooth stomach, counting each and every rib, giving them a wiggle on the way past. Random agonising pokes in side the belly button. Up and down and up and down, from the bottom of your pits to the top of your legs.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You squeal and squirm and wriggle and throw yourself around, shaking your head from side to side, wildly. Laughing the whole time. I tickle and tickle and tickle and tickle and tickle. Until your body calms, running out of energy and you end up laughing silently, still twitching and flinching. But all of a sudden the movement completely stops. Your tortured body has given up. Youve passed out.....
I decide I should move you now as opposed to you being awake and struggling.
I run to the dining table and remove the vase (and rose) to a safer place and all the chairs out of the way.
I nip upstairs and grab two thick, comfy duvets and a pillow and bring them to the table.
I Fold one of the duvets in half and spread it over the table arranging the pillow at one end.
Then I got back to where you are happily sleeping, relaxed and free from the last few hours of torture.
I look at you and smile before undoing the ties in the middle of each line, leaving two ties attached to each wrist and ankle.
I gently pick you up and youre not as heavy as I thought youd be. I carry you over to the table and place you down.
Working quickly, I remove your shorts and vest and with your head on the pillow, I position your heavy limbs into the spread eagle position, tying the ties securing your wrists to the opposite corners at one end of the table and the ankles at the opposite ends of the other.
Once you are strapped tightly to the table, with no hopes for escape, I throw the other duvet over you, leaving only your head sticking out of the top.
I grab one of the glasses and put in some fresh ice, realising I hadnt given you a drink since I started torturing you, and you must be very thirsty.
I pour water into the glass and fetch a straw. I find a side table, a little shorter than the one you are restrained to, I position it behind your head and place the glass of water on top so the straw is within reach if you raise your head slightly, but the glass is also not close enough to knock over.
I fetch myself and nice cold glass of water and sigh. All this tickling has completely worn me out!
I wander upstairs in search of the biggest bed I can find and soon, Im in it. I lie there for a short while and dozing off I think of the exciting events tomorrow will hold.
Happily, I fall asleep.
[You are the young pampered offspring of a wealthy business couple]
Youve been out with youre friends and had a few drinks,
Youre not drunk just a little tipsy.
But in a great mood because your parents are away on a work trip all weekend.
Which you were meant to go on too, but you changed your mind last minute and now.....
Youve got the whole house to yourself,
No one knows it and you intend to keep it that way!
You put your key in the lock of the front door...
Turn it...
And step into the warm house.
Once inside the house you take off your coat (removing your glasses but forgetting to take your phone out of the pocket) and hang it up inside the closet.
On second thoughts, even though you are just in shorts and a vest top, you think it is a bit warm so you open a window.
You look around and sigh happily, lost in thought,
The house is huge and you love it, youve lived here since you were a baby and the whole place makes you feel safe and secure, thats why you havent moved out yet.
Your parents look after you well and give you everything you need.
You take off your sandles, leave them in the hall way and walk towards the big, comfy couch, your second favourite place to lounge, after your bed of course. You climb on, stretch your arms above your head and with your eyes now closed.....
.....you fall asleep.
[I am a thief, trying to steal your parents money, unaware there is anyone in the house]
I creep around the side of the house and spot an open window,
"JACKPOT!"
I hesitate, then think:-
'Now Im round the back no one will see me.' The house stands alone, meters away from the house before it and last on the end of the posh road.
I walk casually up to the window, pull it open wider, and jump through.
"Nice house!"
I look around,
"Hmmm, very nice!"
Theres a massive TV on one wall and a stereo system on another, thick soft, cream carpet on the floor, a lovely looking long white couch, (although I can only see it from the back and the biggest wooden dining table Ive ever seen with four chairs on each side and two at each end. The table is decorated with a single vase, containing a single rose.
I drift off into thought, thinking about how nice it would be to live here and then I get jealous and think how I wish the owners were here so I could teach them a lesson.....
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" someone sighed.
I twist around in absolute shock!
Where did that noise come from!
There is someone else in this house.....
I tiptoe closer and peer over the back of the couch.
And there you are, sound asleep.
I think about leaving you there and getting on with my business because you are clearly in the deepest sleep possible, but I know youre parents are away and if I keep you here, you might be able to help me get what I want.....
With a little gentle persuasion of course.....
As quickly and as quietly as I can I run up the stairs and open doors until I find the room which obviously belongs to the parents of this cute young snoozer.
I search the room till I find what Im looking for in one of the many drawers. I pick up eight ties and head back downstairs, tying them tightly together in two lines of four.
When i get back to you Im happy to notice you havent moved an inch.
I move quietly around till Im stood in front of you, making sure you are definitely asleep..... You are!
I smile wickedly to myself and crouch down.
I begin tying the end of one of the home made restraints to your right ankle, I do the left one too, then feed the other ends under the couch and up to where youre soft hands lay resting.
After gently wrapping each wrist tightly, I stand back to admire my work.
Then I start about gathering the other things I might need over the next substantial amount of time.
List includes:-
1) Baby oil,
2) Small paintbrush,
3) feather,
4) Electric toothbrush,
5) Hair brush
6) Another tie, (blindfold)
7) Another tie, (gag)
8) A glass of ice cubes,
9) A jug of cold water and two glasses,
10) A towel.
After I have all these things I head back towards where I left you carrying my tools on a tray.
Im pleased and oh so excited to see you stirring. I quickly fetch a chair from the table, place it front of you and sit down to eagerly wait for you to wake up properly.
A gentle breeze drifts through from the open window,
You feel a little bit chilli now youve been sat still for a while and in time you are forced to wake up from your deep slumber.
You try and reach to rub your eyes but realise you cant.
You squint in the light and try and open them anyway.
Youd bet your life on it you can see somebody in front of you.
You blink a few times and to your horror, the figure is still there, although blurry.
All of a sudden panicking, you try to jump up to escape and remember not being able to move your arms earlier, you realise worryingly that you cannot move the rest of your body either.
"Who are you?" you ask
"Oh, that doesnt matter" I reply. "What matters is that I get what I want and you are going to help me."
You look at me in disgust, "I wouldnt help you!" You spit, "You filthy thief"
I laugh, "you got spirit for someone who is tied up and completely at my mercy!"
"Tell me 'BRAT' ...
(I pause for a second.)
... are you ticklish?"
I fixate my eyes on you, gleefully acknowedging your reaction.
"Ahhh good, Im so glad" I smile at you and you stare back helplessly.
"no" you reply meekly, and although it sounds like more of a question than an answer, it also sounds like somehow you believe what you are saying.
"Oh really?" I say amused.
Without any more warning, I move towards you, menacingly wriggling my fingers at you and your eyeballs nearly pop out of your head, you begin thrashing around, desperately trying in vain to pull down your arms and protect your oh so sensitive torso.
I decide to go for it straight away, teach you who is boss. I dig all my digits hard into your exposed sides and tummy and wiggle.
You let out the loudest squeal ever.....
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.....
and then break into a strong belly laugh as i torture your ticklish frame.....
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
STOOOOOOOOOP!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"I thought you werent ticklish," i say mockingly.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOPLEASEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADONTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHPLEASEHAH
As I watch you trying, but failing, to escape my maddening tickley fingers, I laugh to myself with great delight, knowing I was going to enjoy this more than I first expected.
You laugh and laugh and laugh until after around ten minutes of heartless tummy and side tickling, I let you have a second to catch your breath. After all, I really am a nice person.....
You immediately kick off "You bastard, You let me go this instant, Who do you think you are coming in here and doing THIS... TO ME!!!"
I wiggle my fingers at you again and as quickly as you started shouting, you shoot backwards and stop.
"Now listen to me, you little BRAT!" I emphasise the name 'Brat' for the second time and decide happily that it suits you. "You are going to tell me where your fathers safe is, and you are going to tell me NOW!"
You look at me in such a pleading way that for a split second I feel sorry for you...
Then I remember that you are what I said you are..... A spoiled little brat!
"Oh so we're playing it like that are we?" I snort to you. "More fool you then for not doing what you are told, there are concequences for this sort of behaviour."
I delicately drag two fingers across your bare, already sensitive belly and you squeal and giggle...
"Tell me where it is BRAT!" I stop to observe you and rest my tingling fingers on your tummy near your belly button. You let out a small, unintentional giggle and look away, ashamed.
My hand starts to move again and you squirm under my light touch, still smiling.
I watch you with interest.
"Tell me where it is and Ill stop." I say teasingly while strengthening my wiggles. "Tell me"....."heehee no"..... "Tell me"....."heehee no"..... "TELL ME NOW." I shout and unleash both hands in a fury.....
You crack again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHE HAHA HASNT HAHAHA G G G GOT HAHAHAHA hahahahahahahahahahahaha AhahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SAFE heehee HAHAHAHAHA NO HAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHA
I let off for a second..... "what did you say? I ask.
"He... hasnt... got... a... safe!" you repeat slowly and cheekily, but never making eye contact with me.
Hmmm I think, and begin pacing..... Are you telling the truth? Is there no safe? Dont know about that, but if you are being truthful now, then why did it take you so long to give me this information? Unless..........
I turn back to look at you in your sweet, little, submissive state and grin to myself.
"Well whether or not you are telling the truth, I will be getting one reward out of my visit, even if it isnt money." I walk back towards you and look down into your eyes. Again you avoid contact and I breath in deeply, satisfied, knowing what I just witnessed - definitely was not an act.
With a new boost of power I walk past you a few times just for effect, then stop right in front of you.
"Ok lets just say, there isnt a safe, yeah?"
"Yeah." you reply, wondering where this is heading...
"Would you even want me to let you go?" I ask while watching your every cowering reaction and every worried movement.
"Yeah." you reply, glancing at me quickly and away again. "Of course, now let me go."
I put my hands down on the couch, either side of your knees and lean in close to your ear, lowering my voice to a whisper, you can feel my warm breath on your neck and flinch.....
I whisper confidently.....
"Well..... I dont believe you."
To my joy, the reaction is immediate. I jump back as you start thrashing and squirming about trying to release yourself, all the while your head in turmoil, trying to understand why I would say such a thing.
"Of course I want you to let me go, UNTIE ME NOW YOU FUCK!" You shout, still throwing yourself around as far as your bonds will let you. Which isnt far at all.
"Hahaha." I laugh and decide that my conclusion was most definitely correct.
I continue.
"I dont think you really want me to let you go" I say, "I think you like being in this position. Tied up against your will, completely at the mercy of someone who knows your secret....."
I pause to let you take in what I have just said.
You calm almost instantly, curious.
"What secret?" you ask quietly.
"Well, my thoughts are..." I linger and drag out the words, teasing you as much as I can, taking every opportunity to make sure you understand your predicament. "I think you love being tickled."
I look at you and notice you withdraw back into yourself, shocked, scared of what might be to come. But somehow excited.
You dont say a word. Just look at me with those big pleading eyes. But I know what are you pleading for?
I smile. "I think you like it sooooooooo much, I think you should admit it....."
"What! Are you crazy!" You splurt, continuing your fight with your restraints.
"Why would anyone like THAT?" But the voice at the very back of your mind was telling you that Im right.
"Oh, come on now," I say, smiling "lets not be difficult, ey?"
For a split second, I swear I see you stop and smile. Then your movement continues.
I walk back to you, slowly, and begin the menacing wriggling of my fingers towards your body again.
You shift now with renewed urgency as strong spasms of panic surge through your body, trying as best you can, but failing to remove the ties tightly restraining your wrists and ankles, holding you powerless, weak and vulnerable..... Available for me to tickle.
What you dont realise is that while squirming so over dramatically, your vest top is making its way up your soft, tanned sides to reveal a taught, flat and extremely ticklish tummy.
"Tickle, Tickle, Tickle," I tease while you look at me with a horrified expression on your face.
I pounce on you with extra force, digging my fingers into your tender, naked and unprotected torso, You scream but there is no escape...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH....LEMMI GO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH....
You are going mad. This is someone youve never met before, making you feel more exhilaration while suffering than youve ever felt in your life, youve never felt anything like it. Theres no escaping it, you cant move and its driving you crazy. You try and forget you exist, remove your mind from your body and take away the torture being inflicted on them both.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I move my torturous digits up and down your sides, varying the pressure, hard and slow with one hand while swift and light with the other. every inch of your tummy, then I stick my middle finger deep into your belly button and wiggle.
Your back quickly arches, unintentionally moving your body towards my hands and I grab at your sides again with one hand, while with the other hand I keep wiggling the finger in your belly button.
Your laughter is like music to my ears. but excrutiating for you. youve never felt anything so intense in your whole life but for some reason although it is torture you still think to yourself that its the best feeling in the world and you never want it to stop.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOOOOOOOOOPHAHAHAPLEEEEEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
At some point my hands get lower without me noticing and I accidently stumble upon a new spot. Your hips! When I dig my thumbs into that sensitive spot you go absolutely bonkers, flipping around all over the place, trying to escape that crazy feeling youve never ever felt before!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPLEASEHAHAHASTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHMYGODPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Half an hour later
"Ready to admit you like it yet? I tease.
"Come ooooon, tell the truth, Brat!"
I stop my fun to await your answer.....
It takes a couple of minutes for you to get your breath back and I stand waiting patiently at first, but then that goes out the window.
WINDOW! I think, I nip over and close it in case someone hears you laughing so loud for so long. Then I remember the extra ties I have and grab one on the way past.
You sit nervously awaiting my return, thinking about what exactly is happening and whether or not its enjoyable or horrendous.
I come back to you and I see youve calmed down enough to wonder what Im doing. When I wrap the tie around your eyes and secure it, all I hear is a small "oh no".
"It seems youve forgotten about my earlier order." I claw at your waist a couple of times relighting the smouldering laughter into flames.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOTAGAINHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"Are you ready to admit it yet?"
(silence)
I claw again a few more times, digging in harder.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHNOPLEASEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHA
You think to yourself as best you can in a situation like this, you are strong willed and are not planning on giving in any time soon, although, you think that maybe they'll stop if you tell them what they want to hear.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOKOKOKOKOKOKOKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I tickle for a few more minutes, pretending not to hear you.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADONTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOOOOOOKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I finally stop and give you chance to speak.
"OK" you croak.
"OK what?" I ask, grinning.
You breath heavily. "I admit it."
"You admit what?" I tease. A smile spread so wide across my face, I realise it hurts my cheeks.
You try to cower, but being as you cant move much, its more the facial expression that makes it look like that. You dont want to admit it because its embarassing you and its killing you to even think the words, never mind say them!
"You know what!" you give off a pout like a child being told off. Looking at me, out of the corner of your eye, invitingly.
"I dont know what, please tell me." I spout innocently.
You glare at me now, trying to force it out of you and knowing you are going to have to say it sooner or later, excitement brewing up in your belly, you try to speak but it just wont come out.....
"Going to be stubborn are we?" I ask.
I grab you again, this time I go on for just over an hour.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
"Did you say- Please dont stop?" I repeat, amused. "OK, I wont, haha."
I tickle every inch of your torso, up and down your sides, into them delicate and sensitive hips. Back and forth across your cute, smooth stomach, counting each and every rib, giving them a wiggle on the way past. Random agonising pokes in side the belly button. Up and down and up and down, from the bottom of your pits to the top of your legs.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You squeal and squirm and wriggle and throw yourself around, shaking your head from side to side, wildly. Laughing the whole time. I tickle and tickle and tickle and tickle and tickle. Until your body calms, running out of energy and you end up laughing silently, still twitching and flinching. But all of a sudden the movement completely stops. Your tortured body has given up. Youve passed out.....
I decide I should move you now as opposed to you being awake and struggling.
I run to the dining table and remove the vase (and rose) to a safer place and all the chairs out of the way.
I nip upstairs and grab two thick, comfy duvets and a pillow and bring them to the table.
I Fold one of the duvets in half and spread it over the table arranging the pillow at one end.
Then I got back to where you are happily sleeping, relaxed and free from the last few hours of torture.
I look at you and smile before undoing the ties in the middle of each line, leaving two ties attached to each wrist and ankle.
I gently pick you up and youre not as heavy as I thought youd be. I carry you over to the table and place you down.
Working quickly, I remove your shorts and vest and with your head on the pillow, I position your heavy limbs into the spread eagle position, tying the ties securing your wrists to the opposite corners at one end of the table and the ankles at the opposite ends of the other.
Once you are strapped tightly to the table, with no hopes for escape, I throw the other duvet over you, leaving only your head sticking out of the top.
I grab one of the glasses and put in some fresh ice, realising I hadnt given you a drink since I started torturing you, and you must be very thirsty.
I pour water into the glass and fetch a straw. I find a side table, a little shorter than the one you are restrained to, I position it behind your head and place the glass of water on top so the straw is within reach if you raise your head slightly, but the glass is also not close enough to knock over.
I fetch myself and nice cold glass of water and sigh. All this tickling has completely worn me out!
I wander upstairs in search of the biggest bed I can find and soon, Im in it. I lie there for a short while and dozing off I think of the exciting events tomorrow will hold.
Happily, I fall asleep.
