I left the four of them gagged and securely tied to their beds. I was actually quite satisfied with my job, and the way they all had cooperated. Well, OK! Some of them had been whining for a bit, (“Ouch! It hurts!” “I’ve changed my mind! Please, let me go!” and so on) but overall it had been a resounding success.
It all started out as most girl-sleepovers do, with one exception; me being the only boy, keeping them in check, or at least trying to. They were all dressed in baby-like onesies, all of them pink with some kind of fairy-tale figures, such as Winnie the Pooh, I-or, or Donald Duck printed on them. I, on the other hand, was wearing regular pyjamas. Someone (not me) brought a book, containing some DiD-stories. We all read it cover to cover, and the girls all thought the stories were more or less exiting. The girl hosting the sleep-over, suddenly said:”Peter? This book’s actually given me an idea. I’m pretty sure I’ve got some rope and bandanas lying around in a drawer, somewhere. How about before you leave; you tie the four of us up, and gag us? As my parents won’t be back until sometime tomorrow morning, we’d get a fairly good sense of the accuracy of the stories. How about it? Who’s in?” We all said we were. So, we agreed we’d wake up early. They’d follow all of their normal morning-routines, with the exception of getting dressed.
Around 9:30, they were all back in their beds. Meanwhile, I had managed to find the rope and bandanas she’d been talking about, in a chest of drawers in the hall-way. I also found a near-full roll of duct-tape, which I also brought with me. It was now, the whining started. I took no notice of it; instead, I set about tying their hands in front of them. It took me a while, but soon I had perfected the technique. After having tied their hands together, I hid the ropes beneath couple of layers of tape. I bunched up half of the bandanas, and put them in their mouths, tying them in place with the other half. I put the beds in pairs and told them to lie down, and tied ropes around their ankles. I then tied a rope from each of the girls’ wrists down to their ankles, tying it off at the foot-end of the beds. Lastly, I took two very long pieces, and tied one end to the side of one bed, and the other to the bed beside it, so it went over their upper-arms and chests. I did the same over their knees.
“Everyone OK?” I asked. They all nodded some more hesitantly than others did. “Anyone having second thoughts?” Again, someone nodded, but most of them shook their heads.
I just ‘happened’ (yeah, right) to run my fingers along the side of one of the girls, and she went ballistic! After having tried all of them, I found out they all were extremely ticklish. That gave me an idea. As they were lying in pairs, I could tickle two at a time, letting the remaining two get a rest. I spent well over an hour, testing where each girl was the most ticklish. I found out, that even though the onesies had feet, three of the four girls were very ticklish, from head to toe. The fourth was ticklish all right, just not as much.
When I finally left, I apparently did so in the nick of time. I later found out, that the parents had arrived just 15 minutes after I’d left! From what I gathered, they hadn’t raised an eyebrow at the sight of the four girls, still dressed in onesies, tied to their beds. They had just muttered something about “Those girls, and their crazy ideas!”