## Sleepover Casual Bondage and Tickling

Post by ConfooxIon » Thu Apr 20, 2017 1:17 pm

Jenny stirred on the bed, lying on her stomach aimlessly scrolling through her Facebook page; a 17 year-old in her natural habitat. She donned a pair red short-shorts and a white tank top. Her soft, long blonde hair hung loosely over her shoulders, her piercing green eyes shimmering in the red light of the alarm clock and glow of her phone. Her breasts were C-size, and curved perfectly with her thin flexible arms all the way down to her long, toned legs.
The sound of keys jangled at the door and a blast of cold air-conditioned air hit Jenny and light flooded the room, the shadows retreating and hiding in the cracks of doors and corners. She’s here.
Rachel, Jenny’s best friend since fifth grade, stood at the door. Her black hair curled down long past her shoulders, boldening her tall frame and accenting her B-cup breasts and black leather jacket. Her steely blue eyes gazed at her best friend, her long black nails on her hands contrasted with her bright red bag.
“Hey Jen, you ready for this?” Rachel asked, setting the bag down on the bed. Jen, snapped out of her media-induced trance, sat up and clicked her phone off, setting it on the nightstand.
“Yeah, Ray, last episode. Ever think it would come to this?” Jen asked, grabbing a small black remote and pointing it at the wall mounted television. The television bloomed to life and a newsman began to speak, the words a null blur in Jen’s ears.
“When we were kids… I thought that the show would go on forever, and we’d watch it every Sunday for the rest of our lives,” Ray said, then giggled, “it is a nice night, though…” She trailed off, pushing the red curtains from the window and staring out of it.
The night was nice; the parking lot of the apartment illuminated by a streetlight, the trees gently waving in the Autumn wind, leaves cascading in between cars and signs, dancing to the rhythm of distant car horns and footsteps.
“I wish,” Jen said, laughing, “Ray, uh, did you eat before you came here?”
“Nah, I wasn’t thinking about that - just excited for the sleepover. Your parents make somethin’?” Ray asked, pulling away from the window and sitting against the edge of the bed. She paused…
“Are your parents even here?” Ray asked, looking around the whole room, just now noticing the lack of sound and movement in the apartment.
“No, they went out; they never told me why. They know you’re here, though. Anyways, do you want me to make something? I’m hungry too…” Jenny said, her hand lightly shifting to her gut.
“Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll go with you,” Ray said, and winked, “maybe even help a little.”
“God knows you can’t cook, Ray,” Jen said, smiling. She stood up and shifted over to the door, going through it and into the hallways. She shut a door that sat ajar and looked behind her shoulder to make sure Ray was following her; she was, gazing at the pictures and paintings on the wall. They proceeded to the kitchen, and Jen filled a pot with water and put it on the stove. As the water began to slightly bubble, Ray started talking - spacing off into a wall.
“You remember what we used to play back then, yeah?” Ray said, absently chewing on a piece of minty gum.
“Princesses? Hide and seek?” Jen asked, smiling at the flood of childhood memories from when they were in elementary school, ducking between trees and wearing frilly dresses and crowns.
“No… when your parents left… we used to tie each other up, and play prisoner…” Ray said, looking up slightly and staring dead into Jen’s eyes. As they locked eyes, Jenny’s heart sped up. Her head felt light.
“Um, y-yeah,” Jen stuttered, turning away abruptly to pour some noodles into the now-boiling water. Her mind was racing with confusion and memories of times when Ray spent the night and played “Cops and Robbers”.
“Well… maybe we can… play tonight… Like we used to,” Ray said, shifting her weight onto her other foot and adjusting her arm on the kitchen counter.
“Yes.” Jen said, and was taken aback by how she said it. She had always loved those games a bit more than she should have… and especially loved it when it was her turn to be the robber and get tied up. She was talking on pure impulse; so blatantly.
“Are you a lesbian?” Jen asked, and immediately turned red for asking.
“W-what?” Ray asked, and bursted out laughing. Once she composed herself, she steadied herself and looked at Jen.
“No, Jenny. I’m straight. And if I was gay, I couldn’t take my best friend for life as my girlfriend,” Ray said, letting out a giggle, “but I kind of liked those games, even though we stopped only about a year and a half ago, I kind of miss them.”
“Same,” Jen said, but immediately regretted it, slamming her fist onto the counter as she poured a seasoning packet into the soft ramen noodles.
“What’s wrong?” Ray asked, her expression softening,
“Nothing, nothing…” Jen said, trailing off. She poured the ramen into two bowls and fished out some crackers from the cabinet. She began to walk out of the kitchen and turned back to see Ray following her, spooning some of the soup into her mouth.
“Let’s… let’s go watch some T.V.”
In the dim light of the bedroom, the girls finished up their soup as the countdown in the corner of the screen read “15 minutes until new episode”.
“Let’s do this,” Ray said as a commercial for a lawyer came on the television set.
“But the episode isn’t on yet,” Jen said, tilting her head in confusion, “let’s do wha-” She stopped, as Ray took out a roll of silver duct tape from her large pink bag. Jen’s heart almost blew out of her chest, and she inhaled sharply.
“Would you like to get changed?” Ray asked, setting the duct tape down and zipping up her bag.
“OK,” Jen said nodding, not even registering the question, but didn’t move. Ray titled her head back and laughed.
“Stop being so nervous, Jen!” Ray said, smiling, “I don’t want sex, and I don’t bite! It’s OK if you don’t want to do any of this…”
“I do… that’s why I’m nervous,” Jenny said, shifting in her spot on the bed.
“Oooh…” Ray said, giving her a devious “I see” look. She got up and went out the door, light filling the room again. She came back moments later with a wooden chair and sat it about 5 feet away from the bed, facing the T.V.
“Take a seat, relax,” Ray said. Jenny, head pounding with excitement, got up and shakily sat in the chair. Ray got to work.
Ray duct taped Jenny’s wrists to the arms of the chair and above and below her breasts, taping her back to the chair. Ray slowly taped Jen’s ankles to the legs of the chair and got up and stood back.
“Can you get out of that, Jen,” she asked, curiosity overcoming her nervous smile. Jen wriggled in the restraints and looked back up at Jen.
“No,” Jen said, a huge smile spreading ear to ear.
“You seem happy,” Jen said, giggling a bit, and began to take her shoes off. She set them near the doorway and took off her socks. She threw one of the black socks onto the bed near her bag, but kept the other in her hand.
“Yeah, I…” Jen said, and trailed off. “Like this.”
Ray’s eyes widened, and her surprise faded. “I’m glad,” she said, and inched her way over to the chair where Jen was bound.
“I’m sorry for this - but it’s necessary,” Ray said, leaning against Jen’s petite shoulder.
“Sorry for wha-” Jen began, but Ray cut her off by popping the black sock into her mouth. It left little room left, and muffle Jen’s protests.
HEY! NOT COOL! RAY - Is what Jenny was trying to say, instead coming out as a series of “mmph”s and moans, though the words were still audible.
“I know… we’ve never done this - but we like new things right?” Ray asked, leaning into Jenny’s view. Jenny nodded and stopped struggling. She could’ve spit out the gag and said no. She didn’t.
Ray picked a few strips of duct tape off of the roll and put them over Jen’s mouth, sealing the gag in.
“Are you comfortable?” Ray asked, rubbing her hands along the bonds on her wrists.
“Mmm-hmmm,” Jenny grunted, nodding.
“Nothing hurts? Nothing uncomfortable?” Ray asked again, looking into Jen’s eyes.
“Mmm-mmm,” Jen said, shaking her head.
“Well,” Ray said, as a commercial ended and the timer read ‘New episode live on YTOW TV!’
“Let’s watch some T.V.”
The episode aired and then ended, and as the credits rolled, Ray grabbed a long black thing from her bag. Her hand moved in weird motions and two seconds later a knife was in her hand. Jen was unsure whether to be scared or impressed.
“Learned to balisong from a boyfriend - Richard. Guy’s a pro. And a dick,” She said, and cut Jen’s ankles loose. Jen almost felt regretful that she was being freed now. If only she was right.
Ray then pushed Jen’s ankles together and took off her long pink mustache socks. Jen sighed in relief, as they were starting to itch. Ray wrapped more tape around Jen’s ankles, securing them tightly together.
“Everything still good?” Ray asked, and peeled the tape from Jen’s face. The moist sock fell out onto Jen’s lap.
“Yeah,” Jen said, exhaustively. She was breathing heavily and smiling. “I like… this,” Jen said, glancing at her bonds. She was sweating, with her heart pounding.
“Here,” Ray said, and opened up a water bottle. She held it to Jen’s lips, and Jen graciously gulped half of the bottle down.
“Thank you,” Jen said, feeling better than she already had. Then Ray did something odd. She turned the chair so her legs faced the bed, and Ray sat down on the bed and put Jen’s feet in her lap. Jen thought nothing much of it, other than now her feet could rest.
“Now, I won’t gag you again, but you need to be quiet.” Ray said, eyeing Jen down.
“Yeah, no problem,” Jen said, “I could do that.”
“Let’s see…” Ray said, and Jen realized why she moved her. Ray’s long nails gently brushed against Jen’s soles for a moment, then let off.
“Hey,” Jen said, giggly. Her eyes were lit with a fire she’s never felt before. She loved this. Ray smiled with delight.
“So you are ticklish…” Ray said, her smile turning into a devilish grin.
“What? N-no, no I’m not,” Jen said quickly, shifting in her restraints. She began to sweat at the forehead.
“Are you sure?” Ray said, and began to lightly tickle the soles of Jen’s soft, pedicured feet. Jen began to laugh and spread her toes and recoiled her legs, but Ray held her ankles close and stopped tickling. “Liar,” Ray said, roguishly. “Liars get punished, you know,” Ray said, and pulled a very thin rope from a pocket in her bag. She wrapped it around Jen’s big toes and tied them together, completely immobilizing her feet. “Remember - be quiet,” Ray said, and gestured towards something.
Jen glanced over to the roll of duct tape and understood. If she didn’t laugh she wouldn’t be gagged… Jen knew she wouldn’t hold out.
Ray began to tickle Jen’s soles again, lightly. Slowly. Jen slowly squirmed and giggled, trying to shift her feet against the bonds.
“If you scream - you lose. Your choice, Jen…” Ray said, and stopped the tickling. Jen wanted to be a bit more rebellious.
“Try me!” Jen shouted, very loudly.
“Oh… ‘we got a badass over here’!” Ray said, and ruffled in her bag for something. She pulled out a red rubber ball with black straps on the sides. Jen’s eyes widened and she smiled.
“Oh no,” Jen said sarcastically, and opened her mouth. Jen had seen one of these on the internet, on a blog she read about BDSM. She’s never even seen one in person, but was excited to try it. Ray shoved the ball in, filling all of Jen’s mouth, keeping her jaw a bit more open than it usually would be when talking. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Ray secured the straps snugly but not tight.
Ray pulled an electric toothbrush from her bag and flicked it on. It purred to life and vibrated as Ray devilishly smiled, holding Jen’s ankles again. Jen was shaking her head no but was smiling, her eyes saying YES.
Ray put the toothbrush against Jen’s pads of her feet and toes and began to slowly move it around. Jen exploded with laughter, tugging against her restraints and wriggling her feet. Ray moved the toothbrush to Jens soles and caressed the wrinkles of her feet. Jen howled with muffled laughter, a line of drool coming off the ball gag.
Ray kept going for a few minutes, Jen nothing but a giggling, sweaty mess. Jen managed to kick her ankles out of Ray’s grasp and put them down in the normal sitting position. Ray considered letting her go, but decided not to, as Jen looked as if she was having fun.
Ray moved the chair back so Jen’s legs were facing open room and not the bed. Ray quickly left the room and shut the door behind her. As she was gone, Jen flexed her jaw and managed to push the gag out of her mouth.
Ray came back carrying a leather ottoman from the living room.
“I see that you managed to get the gag out,” Ray said, obviously impressed. She peeled a single strip of tape from the roll and placed it over Jen’s lips, unbuckling the ball gag that hung around Jen’s neck. “I think you look good in silver, Jen,” Ray said, winking.
Ray placed Jen’s feet on the ottoman and used a two-ring belt to secure her taped ankles to it. Jen tried to move her legs and feet off of the ottoman but didn’t make any progress.
“Now I don’t have to multitask…” Ray said, trailing off as she dug around in her bag. She must have reconsidered something, as she came out empty handed. She tickled Jen’s feet with her nails again.
“Ray, no! PLEASE!” Jen screamed, the gag doing little to silence her. The tape eventually fell off against the pressure of the laughing and squirming of Jen’s struggle. Ray picked it up and crumpled the strip up and tossed it across the room. She got up behind Jen and began to tickle her sides and stomach.
Jen roared with laughter and screamed for Ray to stop. She struggled and eventually broke one of her wrists free. Ray stopped the tickling and stepped back.
“Wow… I didn’t expect you to get anything free. I guess you can work on the rest..” Ray said, and laid down on the bed, pulling out her phone and checking her messages. After about 15 minutes of struggling and ripping, Jen managed to get all the tape off of her and unlatched the belt on her legs.
Jen got up and sat down next to Ray. “Your turn,” Jen said, faintly smiling.
“What?” Ray said, shifting her gaze from her phone to Jen.
“Your turn,” Jen said again, with almost no emotion.
“I don’t think -” Ray started, but Jen grabbed the phone and tossed it next to Ray’s bag.
“Hey!” Ray said, smiling a bit, “why did you do that?” Jen responded by grabbing Ray’s wrists and wrenching them behind her back. Ray had almost half a foot of height over Jen, but Jen played basketball and was a runner in track. She could fight.
“Hey, not so rough,” Ray said, but Jen grabbed Ray’s other sock by the bag and stuffed it in Ray’s mouth. Jen moved her knee and put it on Ray’s wrists so she couldn’t move them and used her free hand to grab Ray’s bag. Jen settled on a coil of white nylon rope and got to work.
Jen wrapped Ray’s wrists with the rope, then alternatively wrapping them in a “figure eight” motion, and then wrapped them again, tying them off tightly. Jen also grabbed the roll of duct tape and placed a few strips over Ray’s lips, sealing the sock in. Ray made little protest, and accepted what was happening.
Jen got off of Ray and started to tie her ankles in the same fashion she tied the wrists. Jen got off the bed and stepped back to admire her prisoner. Then she got an idea. Jen picked up the rope again and lifted Ray’s feet until they were almost touching her hands, making her legs bend in an acute angle.
Jen tied her wrists and ankles together, effectively hogtying Ray on the bed.
“Look at how the tables have turned; time for some good old fashioned revenge,” Jen said, and began to tickle the soles of Ray’s feet. Ray giggled a very little, but didn’t struggle or anything. Her feet were calloused and she wasn’t that ticklish.
“Interesting…” Jen said, “we’re just going to have to go at this another way.” Jen walked over to her dresser and pulled out a drawer next to a jewelry box, producing a greenish pumice stone. She approached Ray and began to scratch it over her feet.
Ray started to laugh much harder now and wriggled and curled her toes. Eventually, after about 5 minutes, Ray was laughing just as hard as Jen, and rolled onto her side, escaping Jen’s tickling.
Jen grabbed Ray’s legs and moved her so she was on her stomach again and sat down on her arms and back, putting Ray’s feet right in front of Jen. Jen used the same electric toothbrush to tickle Ray’s heels and under her toes. Ray exploded with laughter and struggled hard, unable to move under Jen’s weight.
Jen tickled Ray’s feet and sides on and off for about an hour, and eventually laid down to look at her phone. She smiled at the thought of torturing and teasing Ray a little more, and sat down against the headboard, putting her feet against Ray’s face, Ray shut her eyes and wriggled her nose a bit, tugging against her bond. Jen giggled a little and went back to checking her Facebook. For the second time, Jen was consumed by a media-induced trance by her phone.
A message appeared on Ray’s phone, a whistling tone sounding from the device. Ray let out a muffled sound and motioned towards the phone. Jen moved her feet and grabbed Ray’s phone. It was her mom, who had asked how she was doing.
Jen responded for Ray, saying “It’s Jen, and she’s doing great. She’s just a bit tied up right now and couldn’t come to the phone.”