Postby BoundJiraxys15 » Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:01 pm
Ian and Christina's knotty Winter Break (F/m)
Chapter 2
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The day had gone by fairly quickly. Â Despite it being cold outside, Christina and Ian had decided to hop into the pool earlier. Christina bad blushed and made a comment about how nice Ian's feet looked. Although a little bit worded out by it, he laughed it off. Christina had tried to persuade him to stay barefoot in the house, but for all his life, Ian was rarely a person who would walk around barefoot, so he walked around in his champion ankle socks for most of the time.
It was 2 AM in the morning. Ian had hooked up his Wii, and was playing Golden Eye with Christina. She was in a small, pink tank top, and pink shorts, and barefoot, for her pajamas, Ian wore a blue t-shirt, gray shorts, and kept his ankle socks on. Christina was tired of Ian blowing her out of the water so many games with a pistol while she had the Mastadon, an automatic shot gun. After their game had ended, Christina playfully wrestled Ian onto her bed (they were to sleep on the same bad, for Christina had a king size bed. But,for no sexual reasons, only as good friends.) She playfully pinned Ian's hands behind his back and tried taking off his socks. But, Ian was too strong for her. As he wriggles around, he was laughing hard at Christina's vein attempt to make him go barefoot.
"Hahaha, stop it Christina." Ian laughed loudly. But Christina hadn't stopped. She just simply smiled, and managed to sit ontop of Ian's back, trying to peel his socks off. Christina needed to think of something quick to distract him so she could de sock him. She remembered how ticklish Ian was, so, she quickly spun around on top of his back, and dug her lovely, pink finger nails into his arm pits. Ian immediately burst out in laughter. Christina had forgotten how loud Ian was when he was being tickled.
"Shh, Ian, you are too loud!" she stated.
"Sorry Christina, I can't help it. If you are so annoyed by my laughter, maybe you should just stop tickling me, the ." he pleaded.
Christina chuckled at his plea, and came for a second onslaught of tickling right into Ian's armpits. His laughter quickly exploded from his voice box, so Christina acted quickly, and clamped both of her soft, feminine hands over Ian's mouth to muffle his laughter as to not wake up her sleeping mother. Ian playfully mmphed into her palms .
"Guess every time you laugh, I will have to cover your mouth with my hand or something." Christina stated as she went and kissed Ian on the cheek. Then, Ian let out a small mmph of gratitude from out of her palms, but noticed a special feeling he hadn't felt before. He was developing feelings for Christina. Ian blushed as Christina removed her handgag.Â
1 hour later at 3 in the morning, Christina was still up on FaceBook, talking to friends. Ian wanted her to wrestle him onto the bed again, but this time so he could win and get payback for her tickling him. So, he purposefully began to poke Christina in the ribs, and would cover her eyes with his hands when she would turn around.
"You know, Ian, this is getting annoying!" Christina said.
"I know." Ian said as he continued to cover her eyes. Finally, Ian took his hands off her eyes, and waited a few seconds for her to continue typing messages in chat with her friends. Finally, a few seconds layer, he sprang up from behind her, and ferociously dug his nails into her rib cage. However, Ian had forgotten that Christina was a blackbelt that would kick his ass in 3rd Grade when they would fight as anime characters. So, she instantly jabbed Ian with her elbow to keep him away, and pushed off from the chair she was sitting on to give he momentum to knock Ian into the bed. She playfully threatened to beat him up, so Ian gave in.
"I am so sorry, Christina!!!" Ian apologized.
"Hahahaha, you don't go and interrupt a girl during her own girl time with her friends and expect it to go un punished". She responded.
For some reason, that sentence made Ian stop in his tracks and stay frozen on the bed. What did she mean by punish? Would she tickle him? Beat him up? That is precisely what he asked.
"Oh, Ian. I must say, I will punish you severely" she said. "You must agree to be my Slave for the week that you are here, and go through any punishment I want you to, and do whatever you say, or else consequences will be much severe!" she said.
"Alright." Said Ian. "You may give me what I deserve."
"Good, glad you understand!" said Christina, ecstatic as she raced over to the drawer Ian saw her rummaging through earlier. She pulled out:
- her make up bag
- a feather
- 100 ft of rope
- several rolls of duct tale
- a ball gag with harnessÂ
- several bandanna's
- a box of ziptiesÂ
- several pairs of hand cuffs
- several rolls of ace bandages
Then, she went over to her clothing drawer, and pulled out several pairs of panties and bra's. Ian had no idea what all that was for.Â
"Ian" she asked. "Give me your socks."
Ian had no chance but to obey his friend, he handed over his socks to her. Then, she came up behind him, and  rolled the roll of ace bandage around his blue eyes. Ian was now seeing nothing but black. She then ordered him to put his hands behind his back. He did as he was commanded to, and they were cuffed. Then, she grabbed Ian's legs, and bent them back to his thighs, and secured them with rope. Ian was now frogtied and blindfolded  by his friend Christina, and at her mercy. She pushed him onto the bed, and proceeded to tickle his feet. Once again, laughter got the better of Ian as he burst out in a symphony of humor. This was what Christina wanted.
she put a hand over Ian's mouth, and said that it was time for him to shut up. She grabbed Ian's two ankle socks , and ordered him to open his mouth. He did as was commanded. The socks were stuffed deep into his mouth, making each of his cheeks bulge. Then, she grabbed two bandanna's, one with a knot in the middle, and tied it in between Ian's stuffed mouth to secure the packing. Then, she took another bandanna, and tied it over his Cleve gag like a detective gag. Just as Ian thought she was done, he heard the ripping of tape. Christina began to wind it around his head and jaw about 3 times.
Ian was now her slave for the week, and had to deal with anything and everything for annoying her. He as bound and gagged.
"Now, the real fun begins!" said a smirking Christina, kissing Ian's forehead.
TBC
Handgag me. Hogtie/Chairtie/Frogtie me in my bare feet. My dirty socks wadded up and shoved in my mouth secured by duct tape wrapped around my mouth, ballgag, or both. Nude or just in my skibby's. Tickle me, feminize me, I won't care.