I am going to kill Pete for this. It was supposed to be a little light tie up foreplay. I'd dressed, or undressed, in my black lacey bra and panties with suspender belt and black stockings his favourite. Crossing my hands behind my back I'd felt my heart race as he'd tied my wrists. Next my elbows were tied and then the ends f the ropes pulled round my chest squeezing my breasts a little. Ankles came next crossed then tied to my wrists. He then took a pair of my tights and balling them up shoved them into my mouth against my protests, tying them in with a scarf. He then took a blindfold and fastened it firmly over my eyes. I was so hot and aroused and expecting fun.
Over two hours later I'm still tied up here. I've been straining to listen to next door’s television to get some idea of time. I've struggled and I'm still stuck. Pulled, struggled, twisted, wriggled squirmed and sweated. I'm still stuck. I can hear him laughing at my, trying to muffle it and make me think he's not here but I can hear him. No, no, no, no. His fingers are on my feet. Stroking then scratching my soles through the thin nylon making me squirm and shriek more. Muffled shrieks that is. I roll trying to escape but it's all in vain. I'm helpless at his mercy. not my sides. No it's his nose on my side no that tickles even more. My feet and my sides. No, no no. Now the killer blow. He's tickling my neck with his tongue and his fingers are still on my feet. I can't escape this torture. I'm gasping for air through my gag I'm about to pass out. Then attention goes back to my feet, sucking my toes whilst tickling my soles. This is worse than a spanking, worse than the little clamps or clothes pin games. The final torment came as a cold shock. ice cubes. Down my back, on my tummy, and always the relentless tickling of my feet. I thought I was going to pass out.
My blindfold was pulled off and I blinked in the bright light. I blinked and saw across the room Pete. He was stripped to his black briefs and lying on his side. Ropes went round his knees, thighs, chest and stomach. His arms were behind him and his legs were bent at the knees. His cheeks bulged and a white cloth was pulled between his teeth. A black cloth covered his eyes tied behind his head. I'm confused then frightened. Who has tied him and tormented me?,
Then my view was blocked, by a pair of bare feet, bright pink painted nails on the ends of the toes. I tried to roll onto my side to see the person they belonged to. It was the love heart on the ankle which gave it away. “Hello Sue” said Jackie, Pete's older sister.