The peril of having sisters M/fff

Postby lasse672000 » Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:41 am

I lay on a platform in the middle of the small lake on our property, hoping to soak up some sun, away from those three pesky, younger sisters of mine.
Suddenly I heard splashes, and when I looked up, I saw them playing at the water’s edge, wearing red and/or pink bathing-suits. I thought nothing of it, as I thought I was too far out for them to bother me, except with their screams. Man, was I wrong. Blissfully unaware of that fact, I lay down and resumed my sunbathing. Suddenly, a rope was wound around my wrists, trapping them in front of me. Then my knees were tied together. All this happened in the blink of an eye.
Apparently, two of them had, stealthily, swam all the way out to where I was (I didn’t know they actually could swim that far), and was now in the process of tying me up, the third one being in a row boat a bit further away, waiting for me to get aboard. She approached the platform only when I was secured. The two girls, who had tied my hands and knees, unceremoniously dumped me on the floor of the boat, and then they went back to shore. They dragged me off the boat and forcefully pushed me up against a gnarly, wide-trunked, old conifer, the needles on the ground thoroughly pricking my poor, bare feet.
They freed my hands, but ordered me to put them behind the trunk of the tree, and then retied them. They tied more ropes around my chest, waist and knees. God only knows, from where, or from whom, they had got all of it, never mind hiding it from everyone, until it was time for them to use it. Then they started dancing around like Indians you see in a B-movie, hollering and shouting.
Ignoring my alternating pleas and threats, they happily continued playing for quite a while, until one of them decided it was time for us to return home. One of them untied me from the tree, while the others stood watch, to make sure I wouldn’t break free. She tied my hands behind my back, and they lead me back home, where I was tied to a chair, and forced to watch them eat. To stop me complaining, one of them got a sock and put it in my mouth, sealing it with several strips of fabric.
When they were done, they started a serious tickle assault on my ribs, sides and everywhere else, they could get at. This went on, until they got tired. Then they untied me. In my mind, I swore I’d get them back. One way, or another.
Whazzzz up!.

Re: The peril of having sisters M/fff

Postby milagros317 » Tue Aug 30, 2011 6:14 am

Fine story. I wish I had had sisters like them. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: The peril of having sisters M/fff

Postby lasse672000 » Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:06 am

Revenge!
I got my revenge a couple of days later. In the meantime, I had cleared out a room in the basement, getting it ready for my guests. All I had to do was to get them in there, preferably all at once. That, actually, turned out to be the easy part.

It was a sunny, swelteringly hot, day. The girls and I were in our back yard. They were wearing bikinis, and I a pair of shorts, but no shirt. I called them over, and told them I had something to show them. They, without knowing it, fell right into my trap, when they followed me to the room. They stepped in and immediately noticed it was empty. They, of course, wanted to know what I meant by saying I had something to show them? I closed and locked the door, and told them to calm down.
In a corner, I had stashed a bunch of ropes, which I now took out. Then I walked up to them, telling them to lie face down on the floor, an arm’s length apart, bend their knees, and put their hands behind their backs. They were instructed to form a circle on the floor, facing each other. Amazingly, they did as I told them, something almost unheard of in our family. I blindfolded them and tied them all the same way, starting with my oldest sister.
I folded a rope in the middle, and put it around the wrists, feeding the ends through the loop. I passed the rope around the wrists, both horizontally and vertically, until there was almost no more rope. Then I tied it off. Then I took a roll of tape, and taped their hands together, palms facing each other, so they were rendered useless. That way, they wouldn’t be able to help each other break free, when I left them alone, as I had planned to.

When I was done with their hands, I turned my attention to their feet. I looped a rope around them, but only horizontally at first. Then I took the remaining rope and connected the ankles with the wrists in kind of a hog tie. When I had tied them all same way, I knelt down between two of them. I started gently, by striking my fingers across the soles of their feet. As they couldn’t see what I was doing, the excitement and anticipation heightened their sensitivity to touch enormously. I expanded my tickling to the insides as well the outsides of their legs. Doing so, I found out they were very ticklish just about everywhere, making a mental reference of that fact, for possible future need.
I slowly continued upwards, eventually ending up in the waist-area, apparently, for them, another very sensitive area. By now, the girls were laughing so hard, they had tears running down their cheeks.

After about half an hour, I left them alone for a while, to calm down. As soon as I did, they started trying to break free of the ropes. I smiled at their futile efforts, and went and got a couple of feather dusters, which I immediately put into good use. Taking the same route as before, I spent another forty-five minutes “dusting them off”. After that, I went up into the kitchen and got the filled ice-bucket from the freezer. I went back down and put some ice cubes down their bikini pants. Then I untied their wrists and ankles, helped them to their feet, and ran for it. As I left I could hear one of them swearing to get even, some day.
Whazzzz up!.