How To Be A Tickle Slave

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Dena arrived with more rope in her hands and smiled and resumed playing the part of the evil kidnapper. Oh, I found your shirt," she sneered, "maybe while I have you tied up later I'll make you watch me burn it! I hate this stupid shirt - it's just one more annoying part of your self-centered, annoying personality!" Marisa did and got up. Dena got off me and the two of them lifted me up and placed me on the couch.

Dena…n…no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I can’t…” and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth. I don’t know why I changed my mind. Maybe I thought It was a good story. Maybe my friendship with Ryan had evolved to a point of mutual respect and trust. Maybe I just figured, “Ah, why the hell not.” Marisa was behind the counter in “household items,” a section that was entirely empty, when Dena and I approached.

Alright, here we go.,” Dena said.” Marissa and I are going into the office for five minutes. That is you chance to escape. This is basically a big hide and seek game. If we don’t catch you in a half-hour, you win and we untie you. If we DO capture you, you will be sentenced to death by torture!” I was walking through the eerie Middleton woods in Leeds, U.K. I always liked to adventure the Middleton woods as a child and even now as a teen (15) I was walking down a familiar path, but it was foggy so I was stumbling more frequently than I would have usually. It was around that time that I realized I didn’t have the car keys. And it was around THAT time that Dena emerged from the house with car keys in one hand, ropes in the other. I was dead.

OH” Marisa whooped, holding her hands over her mouth again. “I can’t believe it! You DID tie me up! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” Have to. Every little advantage counts!” Dena said, finishing tying me up as Marissa ran out with the silver tape. Horror Writing | Screenplay Writing | How To Write | Write Books | Read Write | Writing Tips | Writing Tools | Writing Community God, Dena! Isn’t that gross? I mean, your feet?” Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Dena’s latest foot-gag. Dena kissed her fingers and put them to my lips and said, very softly, “Never. We’re just going to play with you tonight. But we’d never hurt you.”I blinked from the sudden lighting, although it was quiet a dim room, and the first thing that filled my vision was a beautiful handsome gorgeous cute....( i think you get it)... guy. It could be said he was a man, he looked around 17-20. We went on a few dates before ultimately realizing we weren’t compatible for the long-term. I enjoyed his company and appreciated his sense of humor, but I didn’t want to rip his clothes off and kiss him in dark alleys. We decided to remain friends, so I wasn’t surprised when he asked me to join him for dinner a few months later to catch up. I continued to scream into Marisa’s handgag, Dena’s fingers kept wiggling, I writhed to untie my hands to no avail, they both laughed, and finally Dena stopped and said, “OK, Mariss. You can take you hand off.”

I started at his feet and gently ran my fingers across the soles. Ryan started squirming, his face lighting up with pure joy. I moved to his knees. No response. I inched towards his belly. I spider-fingered my hand across his stomach. My movement was met with an outburst of squealing laughter. v0.8 Update! Dress Kuri up with new clothing and hairstyle options, and pleasure her with new tools! This made me think of the first time Dena ever tied and tortured me and, for some reason, I felt safe. Once again, I was 14 and I’m sure I had a little kinkiness in me. I wanted to get free, but I can’t say I was having a bad time. WHAT!" 6 hours seemed out of the question i mean... 6 whole hours thats like 360 minutes....21600 seconds or torture...

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Dena gave me that evil grin. “No, it doesn’t,” she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. “I guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.” I mmmmphed into Marisa’s foot as Dena placed one of her shoes over my nose, then the other. They smelled pretty bad and I gasped for mercy. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Matty was the first to break the silence "did you enjoy that small one" .No matter where or who i go to i always get called small one, but im 5'2" which is still pretty tall and i Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel

it was a normal chair but my arms was handcuffed to a bar above my head. And my feet to a plate at the bottom of the chair. To tie him up,” Dena said, pulling me over to her by the arm.. “I’m gonna tie him up tonight and I need JUST the right kind of rope to do it.” Ryan started at my feet. No reaction. They were too calloused from years of running to be sensitive. He moved from my knees to my belly. Nothing.Marisa played along like a pro. “Hmm,” she frowned, “no I do NOT!” Did you bring something to gag him with?” At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her.