I was 19 when this happened and Dawn, my girlfriend, was 18. We had been going together for just over 6 months and we played kinky games a lot. Dawn was very ticklish, especially her feet, and ever since I'd pinned her down one night to tickle her she'd wanted me to tickle her when helpless. So I'd begun to tie her with socks, tights, scarves then ropes.
It was a Saturday afternoon and we were in the lounge of her house . I was in black t-shirt and jeans with white socks, she was in tight cycling shorts and yellow t-shirt. she was also tied up. I'd got her hands crossed behind her back and tied together, her elbows tied together with quite a big cinch, wound many times so she had about 6 inches between her elbows.
her ankles were crossed and bound with white rope and her legs were tied just below her knees. A trainer sock was in her mouth and a folded scarf, folded over itself many times so it was like a rope, was pulled between her teeth holding the sock in place and knotted behind her head. this did something to muffle the screams she was making as I tickled the soles of her feet, ran my fingers up her legs , the backs of her knees and lifting her shirt went onto her ribs and tummy. she squirmed and wriggled in her bonds having a ticklish hell which she would later tell me she absolutely loved. Her pony tail was beginning to fall out and her straight red hair was becoming matted to her face with the sweat that was forming of her forehead and cheeks.
With all the noise she was making, even if it was muffled, neither of us had heard the front door open and her mother enter. It was only when he mum opened the lounge door that we realised we were not alone.
Mrs Jennings was home early, we had not expected her home until about 6pm and it was now 3. she stood in the doorway in her work clothes of dark blue knee length skirt, pale blue blouse, tan tights dark blue jacket and matching navy blue, heeled shoes.
"So what's going on Alfie?" she said.
"Erm...erm...We did...didn't expect you."
"So I see. I took some time owed. So what's going on?"
"iiiffffmmkkkmmmm." Dawn tried to enter the conversation.
"Take that thing out of her mouth." I quickly untied the scarf.
"Blup. It's OK Mum." said Dawn spitting the wet, rolled-up sock out.
"It's all ok is it? Alfie has not tied you up for his own evil purposes? he isn't making you scream? He hasn't gagged you so you can't call for help? It's all Ok is it?"
"yes mum."
"I can't hear you."
"Yes Mum."
"And you had no nefarious plans for my daughter did you?"
"no Mrs Jennings."
"What was that?"
"No Mrs Jennings"
Dawn and I could not make eye contact with her mother or with each other and both stared at the floor.
"Well that's a relief." Said Mrs Jennings "I was worried for a moment." She took her jacket off and threw it over the back of a chair and slipped her heels off. "Is there any spare rope?" she said turning round with her back to me and holding her wrists crossed behind her back."