![]() “Are your feet ticklish?” she continued to tease as she made be buck and twist trying to kick my legs and each time tightening the slip knot round my wrists. “Are your feet ticklish?” she did not wait for an answer but soon discovered yes as my bare soles felt her finger nails sliding slowly down them. “he seems very ticklish and I can tickle him here, or here, or here.” She said ad her fingers darted from my belly button to my sides, to my under arms. “Oooh he is.” she said dropping the baby talk voice at last. And here I was with my step-mum, all tied up and helpless and my most sensitive areas totally exposed and vulnerable. insanely ticklish, especially on my tummy and feet. Is lickle Johnny tickwlish?” With that she drew one of her finger nails round in a little circle round my belly button. “So lickle Johnny Like two bwe tied up thwen. I wanted to see her in her underwear all bound gagged and helpless. ![]() I wasn't supposed to be the one tied up bare footed and bare chested. This was all going wrong I thought to myself. “Hey waimmpphh.” She ripped another strip of tape off the reel and plastered it over my mouth taking another one and pressing it firmly on top. “Open up lickle Johnny like a good boy.” She said as she picked up the soaked white sock. “Ooooshe said in a very teasing voice you'd normally use to a baby. “I've been trying to get him interested in a little bit of kinky bedroom play for ages. “I did it myself.” I could feel myself blushing but I knew a confession was better than the real trouble which could be caused by trying to make up a story of a robbery. She was wearing a white blouse, navy blue skirt and black tights with ankle strap patent black heels. “Vixx, Vixx.” I blinked as the light dazzled me when she took my blindfold off then focussed on Vixx. What's happened?” I felt her weight on the bed next to me then I felt the tape ripped off my mouth. I struggled to reach the slip knot so I could free myself but I could hear Vixx still shouting at me and now I could hear her heels on the stairs. My coat, school blazer, shoes and games kit were just dumped in the hallway in front of the door as I had come in. Vixx was home early or I'd been tied up longer than I thought. Suddenly I heard a shouting from downstairs. I also had fantasies of seeing Vixx all tied up and gagged and struggling, that is when I was not fantasising about being tied up with Lisa. In particular Lisa, the girl over the road who simply was not interested in me. I sometimes fantasised about tying up women. I could now tie my hands behind me with a splip-knot even blindfolded and with my arms strapped to my sides, and that is what I had managed to do today.Īs I kicked and struggled I would imagine being kidnapped by some domineering woman, the Jungle Queen form a Tarzan film or a spy or female robber. I had been doing this for nearly ten years and was getting better and better. That is where I practised tying myself up. Dad worked abroad a lot and Vixx worked part time so often after school and sometimes at weekends I was in the house alone. ![]() Mum had died a few years previously and my dad had married Victoria, or Vixx, who was many years younger than him but still closer to his age than mine, just. I don't know whether she had ever told my dad but I had kept it secret from him. My mother (god rest her) had caught me playing like that once or twice and had forbidden me to do it, the upshot was I just got better at hiding my activity. I had loved watching TV shows or films where someone was tied up and had wanted to experience it. ![]() I had not been tied up by anyone for over five years and then that was just in silly children's games. I was 18 and obsessed with being tied up for as long as I could remember. I was enjoying myself in my own special way. To finish off one of my step mum's scarves was tied over my eyes. In my mouth was one of my clean white socks and my mouth was held shut around it very effectively with a wide strip of skin toned medical tape. rope went from my ankle bindings to my wrists which were also tied together behind my back. My ankles were tied with thin rope, the jeans lifted so that the rope was in contact with my skin and digging in a little, and my big toes were tied together with a shoelace. Two more belts were tied around my knees just above and jest below. I leather belt was wrapped around my chest and elbows pinning my arms against my body. I was lying on my bed in just a pair of jeans, or rather the jeans were the only clothes I was wearing as intended. ![]()
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