## The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by lasse672000 » Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:33 am

Let me tell you a little bit, about how I got introduced to the â€œtie-up and tickleâ€ club. I knew my roommate was a member of the club (I have since been told, in fact she was one of itsâ€™ founding members), but I knew very little of it. It is a secret club and therefore, most people on campus knowsâ€™ a little bit, if not all, about it. It involves, as the name suggests, tying people up and tickling them. But exactly how it is done, no one knows, except for a select few. I am now one of those select few.
My roommate and I have actually been discussing tie up-techniques. We have done so from the very beginning of our time together. It, until that evening, has always been on a theoretical basis. Then, out of the blue, she asks, â€œWould you like to join a club, I know of?â€ No matter how I kept pestering her with questions about what kind of a club it was, she kept quiet until I finally said I would. â€œGood,â€ she said. â€œWe have a meeting this Friday night. Iâ€™d like you to wear a knee-length skirt and socks, and after school change into a tank-top. Someone will come and get you at six thirty, and take you to our meeting place. Itâ€™s on campus, so itâ€™s not that far.
Friday night eventually came and at exactly six thirty, the doorbell rang and outside stood a figure, wearing a long black hooded cloak. She asked me my name and when I told her who I was, she asked me to turn around and cross my hands behind my back. I did and she tied them together. Not overly tight, just tight enough for me not to be able to get free. She blindfolded me and strapped a rubber ball in my mouth to silence me. When she had done so, she grabbed my arm and guided me out of the building. I could tell we were walking on a strip of grass separating my dormitory from two other. We went inside again and down a flight of stairs, which meant one thing; we had to be in the basement of one of the other houses. I was gently seated in a chair and told to wait, until someone came for me. With those words, my guide/jailor went into another room.
After what seemed like an eternity, someone came in and I was told to stand up. I did and I was, with my hands still tied behind my back, blindfolded and gagged, guided somewhere else. I was told to sit down once again and a familiar voice started chanting something. It all sounded like gibberish to me. Beneath the chanting, I could hear stirring and giggling. It sounded like there were only girls in the room. I wasnâ€™t surprised, this being a girls-only college after all.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped and I was asked if I wanted to join the club. Well, of course I did, otherwise I wouldnâ€™t be here. Now, would I? Then I was told a set of rules. I was asked if I understood them, and again I nodded. The rules were fairly standard, I guess, the most important being; â€˜what goes on in here stays in hereâ€™. The penalty for breaking any of the rules, even the slightest break, would be â€˜severeâ€™, whatever that meant. I certainly wasnâ€™t going to find out! My hands were suddenly freed, but the gag and blindfold stayed put. I was led away from the chair. One of my hips suddenly hit the edge of a table and I was told to climb on to it and lie down on my back. I did and was then told to spread out my arms and legs, all of which were tied down. I could feel my top sliding up, exposing my tummy and most of the ribcage. My skirt was lifted up, so my thighs were largely exposed. My shoes and socks were removed, as well. Then nothing happened for quite a while, but I could hear heated, but mumbling, discussions going on around me.
What followed next was nothing short of torture for me. It started out, ever so slowly, was what felt like feathers being lightly stroked against the soles of my feet. As I was gagged, I couldnâ€™t cry out but, believe me, I moaned as loud as I could. Then the feathers moved on to my legs, slowly making their way on the outside and then back down. Then they, just as slowly made their way up the insides. So it went on, the feathers moving up and down on both the insides and outsides of the legs and on the top- and undersides of my feet, for a while. Then their attention seemed to shift to my tummy, most especially my bellybutton that, we all found out, is particularly ticklish, for some reason. My arms and nose got â€œfeatheredâ€ as well, for quite a while, until I sneezed hard. The feathers were presumably put away, for the next thing I felt were fingers running along my ribcage. As they went to work they, after a while included my mid-section in the â€œfunâ€.
Suddenly, they stopped and I was released from the table. My hands were once again crossed and tied behind my back. I was declared a full member of the club, and the meeting was adjourned. I was escorted the same way back to my room, and my hands were freed. I was told not to take the blindfold or gag off, until I no longer could hear anyone outside.
That was my initiation into a very exiting club.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by sarumansauron » Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:16 am

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by Plueschbabycd » Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:19 am

Hallo that sound like good start for a story. I wish I could read more it. How long would take that thy trust that go to the club without the Blindfold.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by milagros317 » Sat Apr 02, 2011 8:18 am

Wonderful story. Please post about more meetings of this club that you attended.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

### Re: The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by lasse672000 » Sat Apr 02, 2011 1:46 pm

Last night, I went to another club-meeting. This time however, it was different. As it was only my second time there, I still had to be blindfolded, gagged and had to have my hands tied behind my back. The difference being, I was brought straight in and didnâ€™t have to wait and my blindfold was taken off. Now I could see all the, in my opinion, daft things goings on. I did my best kneeling and standing up (thatâ€™s not easy, when you have your hands tied behind you) and all the rest of it. As for chanting, it was out of the question, as I, like the previous time, was tightly gagged. This went on for an hour to ninety minutes, I donâ€™t really know. All I know is this; Iâ€™d had it up over my ears, by the end of it.
At what I presumed was the end (finally), a girl was brought up from the â€œcongregationâ€. She wasnâ€™t bound, gagged or blindfolded when she came up, but the leader gagged her before stripping her (well almost anyway, she got to keep her underwear) and strapping her to the table. She was then subjected to what I imagine I had been subjected to, the previous meeting. First, she was tickled all over by four people holding various types of feathers, until she clearly couldnâ€™t take it anymore. Then, two of her â€œtormentorsâ€ sat down, and the remaining two started a serious attack on her ribs and mid-section. When they were done with the poor girl, she had all but turned into jelly. Then, it was my turn. I was brought up and my hands were briefly freed, and almost all my clothes were taken off. I was blindfolded and strapped to the table. Knowing what was to come, didnâ€™t make things easier this time around, however.
But I was really in for a big surprise. When they were done tickling me with the feathers, I could hear something being dragged along the floor. Not being able to see and not knowing what was to come, my imagination started racing 100 miles an hour. I couldnâ€™t help but yelp in surprise, when the first ice cube (!) landed on my stomach. It was run up and down, from my panties and my neck and back down again. When it arrived at the starting point/finish line, it was shoved down my panties, as far as it would go. Then a new one was put on my stomach. But this time, whoever was holding it seemed to be concentrating her efforts on my chest area. It was brought in what felt like an â€œ8â€ figure around my, albeit small but still, breasts several times. This one was also shoved down my panties, which by this time had become seriously wet and uncomfortable.
I was left tied to the table as the meeting ended. I could hear the others leave and panicked for a moment, until I heard someone approaching.
â€œWhat are you panicking about? Did you think I was going to leave you? No way! Iâ€™m going to take you back to our room, so you can put some dry panties and/or some pyjamas on, and maybe get some sleep. Come on, up you come!â€ She freed my hands and feet, but tied my hands again. But this time, in front of me. She threw a robe over me and led me back to our room. She untied my hands and took the blindfold off (but didnâ€™t take the gag out) so I could get some dry clothes on. She tied my hands in front of me again, and we went to bed.
This morning, I was surprised at how good a sleep I had had.
Whazzzz up!.

### Re: The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:17 pm

Hallo lasse, like the second part very much and wish I had on such college, where I was I think that there was no such club or even an other students' fraternity.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Tie up and tickle club F/FFF

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Apr 04, 2011 10:49 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!