## Lauren part 4, gagged, exposed, and tickled

Post by charlie » Tue Sep 10, 2013 7:39 pm

[another from my sweet but adventurous friend "Lauren" -- Charlie]
Hi friends! Sorry to leave you in suspense after part 2. This story gets a little more explicit than my others toward the end, but I have a feeling you wouldn't be here in the first place if that sort of thing disturbed you.
If you've forgotten what happened back in part 2, I tied up Andy in an inescapable hogtie and I stripped him naked and tickle tortured him. Andy and I are both cuddle addicts, and we both love to touch and be touched, so it was lots of fun for both of us. The game ended with an expectation from me that Andy would catch me by surprise at some point and "get me back".
By his nature, Andy invariably erred on the gentle side with me. I had to push and drop dozens of hints, usually not very subtle ones, to get him to try the naughty things I was really interested in. If it was up to him to decide, he'd probably just tie my wrists and ankles together with a couple of pieces of Christmas wrap ribbon, put a stick-on bow in my hair, and call it good. That would have been good enough for me back when I was a little girl, but now I wanted to play with the real stuff.
My current topic of investigation and exploration was gags. I had experimented with putting tape on my mouth (all in the name of scientific research!). Specifically, I tested duct tape, painters masking tape, and medical adhesive tape. I was playing alone, so I'd just tape up my mouth and see if I could get it off without using my hands. The duct tape and painters tape tasted vile. Of the two, the duct tape was more secure, but it just wasn't nice to use.
On the other hand, the medical tape had some real advantages. It was this foam surgical tape, and it was actually very effective; when pressed on well it was almost impossible to get off without using my hands. It also didn't have such an awful taste, although I won't go quite so far as to call it pleasant.
I did a fair amount of Internet research on the topic, mostly on some "bulletin boards" that were popular at that time. The "adult" stuff was mostly behind age restriction gateways. At fifteen I was already pretty good with computers, and I quickly defeated all the silly age restrictions. There weren't videos online like there are now, but there was lots of written stuff with a few still photos mixed in.
I found one very loving and adventurous couple on my favorite bulletin board. They were named Ann and Tim (or at least that's what they went by online). They'd tell about their adventures, and once in a while even post a photo. They always did the photos so their faces were off camera, or covered by a blindfold, or otherwise not recognizable. They said they were from a conservative family in a conservative town and it would make too much trouble if word got out about their "recreational sports".
Ann had a personality a lot like me. She was a happy, cheerful fun loving person who like to get tied up because it gave her a thrill. "Like the first big drop on a roller coaster" she would say, and I knew exactly how she felt. Tim was kind of like Andy; very sweet and gentle. He wasn't the leader on their tie up games, but he'd do just about anything to please Ann.
I shared some (but not all) of my "Internet research" with Andy. For one thing, it was a way to give him big hints on what I wanted to try. He thought some of it was unsafe or too creepy, but he mostly went along with me.
Ann had just posted some stuff about explorations in being gagged. This time she included a little series of pictures. They took a while to download (remember, this was before "high speed Internet"), but they were well worth it. I got the whole set downloaded, and I couldn't wait to grab Andy and drag him to the computer.
In the first shot, Ann was standing in just her little pink bra and panties and a big black sleep mask blindfold (a lot like mine!). She was holding a red rubber ball. There weren't captions on the photos, but she had posted text to go with them. Ann wanted to try being gagged with a ball. She wanted to try it while she was helpless so she couldn't get the gag out herself. In the next shot she was wearing three big pink furry padded cuffs on her ankles and one wrist, and she was in the process of fastening the fourth cuff on her other wrist.
She said it was a little hard to put her cuffs on herself while she was blindfolded, but with practice she had gotten good at it. Cuffing herself was part of their games; it was one of her favorite signals to Tim that she was in the mood to play. In the third shot, Ann was sitting in a big wooden chair. There were clips on the legs by her ankles that had been attached to her ankle cuffs. The fourth shot showed Tim's hands locking a little padlock that attached Ann's wrist cuffs to a little ring at the back of the chair seat.
The fifth shot showed that three pink nylon webbing straps had been added. They all went around Ann in front, and around the chair in back, and they all looked very snug. One strap was around her waist, and the other two were around her chest, right above and below her breasts. It was very obvious that there was absolutely no way Ann was getting out of that chair without help. Ann had a big smile on her blindfolded face.
The sixth shot showed Ann with the ball stuffed in her mouth. The ball was well in her mouth, behind her teeth, and it filled her mouth completely. In the seventh and last shot, Ann's whole mouth and chin were covered in white medical tape that very securely held the ball in her mouth.
Ann wrote about the experience. She said that with the ball in her mouth, she couldn't use her tongue to probe at the tape. She couldn't say a thing, and she could hardly make much of a sound. Tim kept her like that for half an hour, blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed and strapped to the chair. He stayed with her and watched her very closely to be sure she was breathing OK. Once Ann found out she couldn't get the gag out without her hands, she started to struggle, but with her wrists and ankles cuffed to the chair she was totally stuck.
Tim wrote too (that was the end of the part in pictures). When the time was up he peeled off the tape (Ann said that was the worst part of the experience). He popped out the ball, and Ann stretched and rested her jaw. While Ann was still strapped and ankle cuffed, he unlocked the wrist cuffs from the chair but immediately locked them back just to each other. Then he unclipped her ankle cuffs from the chair, and finally he undid the nylon webbing straps. Now Ann was free except for having her wrists cuffed and locked together behind her back.
Ann didn't get graphic about the details, but she said that Tim led her cuffed to their bedroom and he stripped her naked and they had great sex. She could hardly wait for her next adventure.
When I showed him this, Andy rolled his eyes a little. "Hey Andy, maybe next time we play naughty I should try gagging you with a ball. Except that you're already so quiet I'm not sure it will make a difference." He said that since I was the one who talked so much, maybe he should gag me. I hugged him and gave him a very naughty smile and said yes; he had better gag me next time I'm tied up.
But time went by and nothing happened. I eagerly looked forward to Andy's retaliation, but we both got too busy and distracted by some school projects we needed to finish.
On top of this, there was another complication. I was just starting to become romantically involved with Andy's best friend Glen. I should probably stop for a minute to tell you just a little more about myself. Even though I have a fascination with tie up games and I was (and am still) a very politically progressive young woman, I'm actually pretty conservative about rushing into sex.
Glen was similar, so our courtship was slow. We did all the fun stuff that "nice teens" did together; we held hands, we went out for ice cream together, saw a couple of concerts together (we're both music lovers). Eventually we starting hugging and kissing and cuddling more too (and Glen is wonderfully cuddly).
My naughty fascination with being tied up was by no means gone; I was just very private about it with Glen. Even before Glen and I became a couple, I did have a plan drafted in the back of my mind. I was going to find the sweet, cuddly, innocent guy of my dreams. Once he was mine, I'd teach him about the fun of exploring the naughtier things in life. I was determined to "help a good boy go bad". And I've always been the kind of girl who works hard to get exactly what she wants.
Glen and I really did have a lot in common. Although he was a grade ahead of me, like Andy, he was actually only about seven months older than me. Neither of us had ever been in a relationship before. Andy warned me that Glen's family had some differences from ours. They were super private and downright prudish about any kind of nudity. Glen didn't have any sisters, and Andy said Glen told him he'd never been naked with a girl, even as a little kid.
I wasn't sure how Andy would feel about my pursuing his best friend, but he turned out to be very supportive. He thought we'd be good for each other. Maybe I'd bring Glen out of his shell a little, and maybe Glen would keep my wild side in check a little. Similarly, Glen was comfortable with the super close relationship I had with my brother.
For now, I was kind of stuck in the middle. I wasn't ready to share my little secret with Glen, but I wanted so so badly to have another experience of being tied up, helpless, and vulnerable. It needed to be with someone I trusted completely to keep me safe. There was exactly one person in the world who could do all this for me, and that was my beloved brother Andy.
My frustration was increased when a temporary change in our parents' work schedules had one or the other of them working from home most afternoons to finish something up for an important client. That totally killed our private time after school when we were alone in the house together. The weeks went by, and my sixteenth birthday passed.
It finally all came together in the spring when Glen was out of town for a couple of days doing a college campus visit. As Andy was arriving home from school, Mom phoned from the other side of the state. She and Dad had to take care an emergency for their business way over there, so they'd have to spend the night and they wouldn't get home until tomorrow afternoon. By this time, I had just turned sixteen, and Andy was seventeen so we were fully capable of getting our own dinner and breakfast and generally take care of ourselves. Finally, some private playtime!
I got home much later than Andy, since a club I was in had a park cleanup service project after school. I was glad Mom and Dad would be away for the night, since the cleanup had cost me two perfectly good potential hours of unsupervised playtime with Andy.
I was hungry when I got home, so Andy and I popped a frozen pizza in the oven for a quick early dinner. I was hoping he'd have time for me after dinner, but Andy told me he needed to go out and finish up a little bit of spring yard work. I felt grungy from the cleanup project, so I decided to take a shower while Andy was outside.
Andy was still outside when I got out of the shower. I was bored and hoping to talk him into some naughty "playtime", so I decided to go out and join him. I had to throw on something to go outside (we do have neighbors who do not share our family views about nudity). Since it was such a nice warm late spring day, and I was feeling especially naughty I grabbed one of my tiniest string bikinis (plenty of string, four bows, and not very much cloth) and I tied in on quickly.
I almost went out the door like that when I saw one of our less tolerant neighbors out in her driveway. My bikini bottom wasn't quite a thong, but about two thirds of my bottom was bare. My top kept my nipples covered but the tops of my breasts were bare. I didn't want to deal with some awkward scene with "Mrs. Figleaf" as I derisively called her (privately), so I went back and grabbed a pair of tight denim short shorts and a very small T-shirt and I pulled those on over my bikini.
I made it outside to join Andy just as he was finishing up. He gave me a hug and he showed me that the clippers had a small nick in the power cord, not bad enough to need replacing, but still not perfect. I did see that Mrs. Figleaf noticed me in my minimal shirt and short shorts. She gave me kind of a dirty look but I pretended not to notice her and Andy and I went inside together. The instant we got back in the house my T-shirt came back off.
Andy brought the clippers down to the basement workshop for a repair and I followed. On the way I told him I was really bored, but he seemed to just ignore me. I figured he was focused on the repair (he gets like that) and maybe I'd try again later to get his attention. Complaints about "being bored" from me were usually a thinly coded message that I wanted to go do something naughty or mischievous (and Andy was well aware of this).
Andy took out a roll of black electrical tape. "Best electrical tape in the world," he said to me. "Stands up in all kinds of weather... great way to fix a dangerous power cord ..." Then he gave me a wicked smile. "Also a great way to fix a dangerous little sister who has been very naughty!" He grabbed me hard and pulled my hands around behind by back. I put up a bit of a fight and broke loose, not because I actually wanted to escape but because that was part of the game I wanted to play. Andy chased me out of the workshop into the TV room, tape in hand.
He tackled me into our favorite beanbag chair and he pinned me face down in it. He sat down right on my behind and pinned me into the chair. I looked back to see him peel the first of the tape off the roll. He took my wrists and pulled them around behind me. I'm skinny enough he can grab both my wrists in one of his hands pretty easily, and he did. Next thing I knew, he had wound several turns of tape around my wrists, holding them snugly together.
My boredom lifted in a instant; I was so happy Andy was taking time for me. I liked getting lots of attention, and one of the best things about being Andy's "victim" (an all too eager and willing victim at that) was that I got his complete, undivided attention. Still, I was a little disappointed about the electrical tape. I wanted the thrill of being tied up completely helpless, and here I was with some silly electrical tape wound around my wrists.
I pulled hard against the tape, surprised to find that it didn't break. It did stretch a little, but not quite enough to pop a hand free. My one escape opportunity came when I found that by twisting my arms hard, the tape would stretch enough so I could get the fingers of one hand onto the tape at the other wrist.
I began picking at the end of the tape with my fingernails. SMACK! My escape efforts were interrupted by a hard swat on my bottom. Andy never hit me in real life, but the "naughty girl getting a spanking" was part of my fantasy role playing that he was (reluctantly) willing to go along with.
BAD GIRL! Andy grabbed me from behind and he squeezed my arms together. I'm skinny and very flexible so he had no trouble getting my arms completely together with my elbows touching behind my back. Several more turns of tape soon circled my arms, just above my elbows. I was surprised by just how restrictive this was. With my elbows taped together, I couldn't twist my arms around anymore, and all the tape was now out of reach of my fingers.
Andy watched me as I struggled in my predicament. I soon realized just how helpless I was. Maybe if I had gotten my hands on something sharp I could poke at or cut the tape, but there wasn't going to be any quick easy escape. I headed toward the workshop; there were a hundred things in there I could use to escape. I didn't really want to escape, but my little game required I make a good effort to get out.
Andy's part in the game was to completely frustrate my efforts, and so far he was doing a good job. He grabbed me before I made it into the workshop, and he delivered another more playful swat to my bottom and he pulled me back to the TV room. He picked up a magazine that was hiding my favorite big black sleep mask. He put the mask on me, making sure it was pulled down low and smoothed tight against my cheeks so I couldn't peek even a tiny bit.
He marched me upstairs blindfolded. By this time I was so excited and turned on I was almost shaking. In just a few minutes this had turned from a boring afternoon into the most fun I'd had in quite a while. Andy asked me if my hands were feeling tingly or numb (they weren't). He made me wiggle my fingers. Once he was satisfied I was OK, our little game continued.
Andy pulled the blindfold back up and he looked me in the eyes. We're so close we can always read each other pretty well. He told me this was the most excited he has seen me all spring. He told me I should probably be a lot more careful about what I ask for, because things were about to get rougher. I brightened up with even more excitement at the prospect, and he gave a naughty smile back so I knew he noticed.
He took the tape and he started on my arms just above my wrists but he wound three turns all the way around my waist like a belt. He added one more ring of tape, three turns that circled my chest right at the bottom of my breasts and also went behind me and circled my arms near my elbows.
I thought about my situation. My elbows and wrists were taped tightly together behind my back, so my arms were quite useless. The heavy duty black electrical tape proved far too strong for me to break or stretch out of. Now two more pieces of tape held my arms and hands tightly to my back. My hands were basically pinned tight to my bottom; I couldn't even try to flex my arms around. The blindfold was up on my forehead, as a reminder that Andy could put me back in darkness in an instant, any time he chose. This turned me on even more.
Andy said he was probably the only guy in the world with a little sister so naughty that he had to do stuff like this to her. Next thing I knew, he pulled a loose end of the bow behind my neck on the halter top of my bikini. The knot easily popped out. A quick pull on the lower string undid the bow behind my back too. Andy grabbed my top and yanked it right off. He tossed it across the room onto my dresser.
Of course Andy had seen me naked a thousand times, but the idea of having my clothes taken away and not being able to cover myself up was deliciously naughty right now. My breasts aren't all that big (I wouldn't pass a "pencil test"), but they are round and firm and perky. My nipples stand up prominently when I'm aroused, and I was very aroused. Having my elbows taped together behind my back forced me to thrust out my chest, so the effect was even greater. I liked my body, and it turned me on that Andy was getting such a show (even if he was just my big brother).
Andy stood me back up and he marched me over to my full length mirror. My legs were still free through all this, so I could easily walk over to the mirror. I was surprised at how excited I got looking at myself in the mirror. The realization that I was that taped up and topless girl in the mirror gave me a huge thrill.
Andy took the tape again and went to my knees. He peeled up the end from the roll but found there was only a tiny bit left. I was disappointed, but not for long. Andy pulled my blindfold back down over my eyes and he smoothed it into place again. "You'll be so much easier to control if you can't see", he told me. He also said it wasn't safe to leave a helpless person alone, so I'd have to come with him.
He put his arm around me and he started to marched me topless and blindfolded toward the basement. We were alone in the house, and I'd walked through our house naked only about ten thousand times or so, but the idea that I couldn't cover up my breasts even if I wanted to made this more exciting.
When we got to the steps, Andy stopped. I was fine with walking downstairs blindfolded, but he said it would be safer if I carried him. He scooped me up in his arms and he squeezed me close to him. That felt so good! All the "cuddle addict" circuits in my brain were turning on. Andy said he was going to take me downstairs, and if I didn't want to get hurt I had better not wiggle or struggle. He was using a fantasy play voice; it wasn't the way he would have sounded if he was actually concerned about my safety.
So I wiggled and struggled and kicked. My legs were still free. SMACK! Since I was blindfolded, I never saw it coming until I felt the sting on my bottom. At least my denim shorts provided some protection. I struggled and kicked even more. "BAD GIRL!" I had hoped this wouldn't be necessary, but I don't see any other way!"
I felt him pop the snap on my shorts. He quickly unzipped them and pulled them down below my knees. Now I couldn't kick much. He picked me up again, and I started struggling again. SMACK! This one stung more, since my denim shorts were down and my tiny little bikini bottom offered essentially no protection. He gave a couple more good swats, then he picked me back up in his arms. He cuddled me close to him as he carried me back to my bedroom.
He put me down on my bed and sat down on it with me. He cuddled me in close, lifted my blindfold, and he started asking me about stuff. Mainly, he asked me about how it was going with Glen. I told him I wouldn't talk and he'd have to torture it out of me. I knew exactly what kind of torture I would get, and I could hardly wait for it to begin.
With nothing on but my little bikini bottom, all of the sensitive places on my tummy and ribs were totally available to Andy's fingers. With my hands taped behind me, I was completely helpless and defenseless. My pulled down shorts even bound my legs together so I couldn't kick. Andy gave me a great tickle torture. I loved it, but eventually I "confessed".
Andy asked if I had gotten Glen to tie me up yet. I said no, which was the truth. I still hadn't let Glen know about my interest. I wasn't sure how he'd react; maybe he'd think I was a weirdo because I actually thought it was fun to get tied up.
I also didn't trust myself; if I did actually get Glen to tie me up, I'd probably get so insanely turned on I wouldn't be able to control myself; when Glen let me out he might get thoroughly ravaged by a wild woman. But I was barely sixteen years old and I didn't feel ready to start having sex. Finally, if I was going to head down that path, I'd need to hurry up and figure out a birth control plan.
Andy stopped his interrogation. He gave me another nice hug and he told me how glad he was that I was taking it slow and being smart and cautious. He made me wiggle my fingers, and he checked my hands and arms to make sure they weren't turning any funny colors. They weren't, but he was still worried about how long my wrists and elbows had been taped together.
There was a stash of ropes hidden at the back of my bottom dresser drawer. Andy knew about these; that was the whole idea. What good are ropes if you don't have your best friend to surprise you and pounce on you and tie you up in them? Andy went and got the ropes and he tossed them on my bed. He finished pulling my denim shorts off, and he tossed them over by my bikini top, so now I was stripped down to nothing but my tiny little bikini bottom.
Andy snipped all the electrical tape with some scissors from my desk and he helped me peel it off. Knowing that the ropes were out and ready took away my fear that our game would be over once Andy got me out of the tape. I stretched my arms out, and I stuck my tongue out at Andy (my signal to play more and to make it rougher and naughtier, as Andy knew very well).
Andy tackled me onto my bed and gave my bottom a few pretty good spanks. He pinned me down and he sat on my bottom and squeezed me between his legs. My excitement grew. He told me he thought I needed to stretch my arms out more. He picked a rope and tied it onto my right wrist. A second rope was immediately tied onto my left wrist.
Two more ropes were used to tie my legs together at the ankles and knees. Andy tied those quickly; he didn't cinch them up or fuss with them, so maybe I could have eventually wriggled out of those, but Andy had bigger plans that kept me otherwise occupied.
He got up off me and rolled me over and he sat me up against the headboard of my bed. He arranged a pillow behind me and told me he wanted to make sure I was comfortable, just in case I ended up stuck like this for a while. I was so curious about what he would do and so excited I totally forgot about the part of our game where I was supposed to resist. It didn't matter much. In another minute, both my wrists were tied up to the head of my bed.
I should tell you a little about my bed. It is a double bed with lots of brass at the head and foot. Mom and Dad bought me new bedroom furniture a couple of years ago. I was already having naughtier thoughts about tie up games at the time. Of course I didn't give my reasons, but when we shopped I liked all the beds with posts and lots of handy hardware you could tie somebody up to. Mom and Dad liked shiny brass too, so I got my first choice.
Anyhow, my wrists were both now tied to the brass rod that ran across the very top of the head. Andy took some time to get these knots "just right". He made sure they were too snug for me to escape but just loose enough not to hurt me, even if I struggled. He left excess rope and after he had my wrists attached to the top rod, he used the extra rope to wind down the corner posts and he tied the ends of the rope off down low, where the important last knots were more than a foot out of my reach.
So here I was, sitting up in bed, propped up against the headboard, with my arms stretched out wide open just as far as I could reach. Andy added four more short ropes at my elbows and my shoulders, tieing them to the rod too so I was thoroughly immobilized. He took some time to arrange my pillows behind me so I was nice and comfortable like this. And he put my wonderful sleep mask blindfold back on me and he carefully smoothed it down on my cheeks.
I was back in total darkness, trying in vain to get a tiny peek, when the tickle torture began. Sitting up in bed like this, Andy had great access to all my ribs. Worse yet, with my arms stretched out like this my armpits were fully exposed, and I couldn't move an inch to evade his naughty fingers. The last straw was the blindfold. I never knew where I'd be tickled next. My armpits, my ribs, the soles of my feet; nothing was safe.
But Andy wasn't done with me yet. In my struggles, the sloppily tied ropes at my knees and ankles had started to loosen. Andy finished untying those ropes and he let me move and stretch my legs for a few minutes, still blindfolded with my arms tied very securely to the headboard.
After I had stretched my legs out, Andy made me bend my right leg at the knee as far as I could, and I felt him wrap a rope around both my upper and lower leg so I was "frog tied" where my knee was fully bent and I couldn't straighten out my knee. He did the same thing to my left leg too, then he used a little more of the ropes to cinch off the loops.
With the loops cinched off, the leg ropes were even tighter, and now there was no way I could wriggle around and work the ropes up over my knees. Andy lifted my blindfold and I looked at what had been done to me. There was still a length of excess rope at each knee.
I expected Andy to tie my knees together, but he didn't. Instead he brought the rope from the cinching loop behind my right knee over to the top of the headboard by my right wrist. He wrapped it a few times around the brass parts, then brought the end down to where I couldn't reach it and he tied it off. I watched in fascination and shocked surprise as he did the same with the rope by me left knee, pulling it back near my left wrist.
So here I was sitting in my bed with my legs bent at the knees, knees up, and tied so I was spread wide open! I still had my bikini panties on, but I was starting to feel very exposed. This felt like a more intimate tie than Andy had ever done on me. I didn't get long to think about it, since I realized Andy was holding two more items that had been hidden with my rope stash, a red rubber ball and a roll of medical tape. I had found the perfect sized ball, and in my solo experiments I had gagged myself with it and taped up my mouth before.
But this time was different. I was being gagged by somebody else, and I was all tied up and helpless, so I would have no way to get the gag out. My captor could do anything he wanted to me, and I wouldn't be able to protest or beg him to stop or anything. I eagerly opened my mouth wide, and Andy popped the ball in.
He asked me if I was OK and I nodded yes. He asked me if I wanted our game to get rougher. I was so excited I just automatically nodded yes. I was on "naughty autopilot". I don't think I could have shook my head "no" even if I had wanted to.
Andy clamped his hand tightly over my mouth with the ball in it and he asked if I could breathe OK through my nose. I was totally fine and I nodded yes. He used the tape to very securely tape up my mouth, all the way onto my cheeks and my chin. With the ball in my mouth I really couldn't probe at the tape with my tongue, and once he had me all taped up I almost couldn't make a sound. He finished me off by pulling my blindfold back down and pressing it in close against my cheeks.
He told me he was going to get to the bottom of what I was up to with Glen. He asked me if I was ready to confess the rest. I defiantly shook my head "no", hoping for another tickle torture. I was not disappointed. I had almost forgotten just how exposed and vulnerable I was like this, blindfolded, gagged, topless, and tied up with my legs wide open, but Andy's gentle teasing fingers quickly reminded me. Now he had access to almost everything; my armpits, my ribs, my tummy, the soles of my feet, and my very sensitive inner thighs.
He used the lightest tickling touch to drive me absolutely insane. With the ball in my mouth I thought I was going to explode, like a champagne bottle that was all shaken up and about to blow its cork. And gagged and blindfolded I had no way to signal to him that I'd had enough. I was stuck in an out of control situation of my own making. Finally Andy asked me if I was ready to talk and I nodded "yes". Being gagged and blindfolded, my second interrogation consisted of yes/no questions that I'd respond to by nodding and shaking my head.
"Ever held hands with Glen?" [nod]
"Ever hugged him?" [nod]
"Kissed him?" [nod]
"Cuddled with him?" [nod]
"Slept with him?" [shake]
"Seen him naked?" [shake]
"Has he seen you naked?" [shake]
"Has he seen you without your shirt?" [shake]
Andy stopped and took my blindfold completely off and put it on the bed next to me. He gave me a very naughty smile. I knew he was up to something.
"So that means you and Glen haven't gotten naked together... and that means Glen has still never seen a naked girl in his life ... I know he's seen stuff like pictures from Playboy that the guys sneak around in the locker room [this story happened way back before big time Internet porn!], but he's never actually seen a real live naked girl."
The idea of being the first naked girl that Glen would see and touch was turning me on even more. I think Andy knew exactly what I was thinking, because he gave me a particularly wicked grin.
"I think my favorite little exhibitionist would like nothing better than to give her sweet innocent boyfriend Glen a lesson on the delights of female anatomy that he'll never forget." Andy swiftly grabbed the two bows tied at the sides of my string bikini bottom. One quick pull was all it took. Without hesitation, he snatched the last bit of clothing off me and tossed it onto my dresser to join my top and my shorts.
I couldn't believe just how exposed I was! With my knees up and my legs wide open, everything I had was out on public display. Then I saw Andy's jaw drop as he stared. I had to look down myself before I remembered.
It seems that the school sports team I was on had taken to experimenting with various degrees of pubic hair trimming and styling. One girl who was sexually active with her boyfriend had trimmed hers into a cute little heart shape to surprise him. This was way before shaving pubic hair completely was fashionable, but I had given myself a complete shave, partly to satisfy my naughty curiosity of what it felt like and partly to shock the other girls in the showers and locker room.
Andy took the opportunity to have even more fun with me. He picked up my bedroom phone and pretended to dial.
"Hi Glen, come on over right away. I have quite a tasty surprise for you. I know how much you love licking ice cream cones, so you're really gonna love the little sweetheart I've got for you to lick now! Nice like ice cream, but so much warmer and sweeter and more delicious! The best part is that once you've licked her enough to finish her off, she'll be all smiles and she'll cuddle up with you and keep you nice and warm. And she doesn't even have any hair to get stuck in your teeth!"
One problem with having somebody that you're so close to that you can even share your fantasies with them is that they can be used very effectively to tease you. Andy was right on target. And now that the shock that Andy had just stripped me naked was wearing off, I was feeling especially turned on. The wild and reckless side of me was hoping Andy would really make that call and Glen would show up and have some fun with me while I was helpless and exposed like this.
Andy looked at me with his wicked grin again. "You've gotta see how you look, kiddo!" There was a hanging mirror in my room. He unhooked it from the wall, propped it up at the foot of my bed, and angled it so I'd see exactly what Glen or any other guy would see if he walked into my bedroom.
As much as I had explored my own body, I was actually a little shocked by what I saw. I'm on the skinny side, so my outer lips don't cover up much. My inner lips are kind of prominent, and in my aroused state they were really out there for all to see.
It gets worse. I also could see in the mirror that I was quite conspicuously damp between my legs. And Andy was staring right on target. We'd seen each other naked a thousand times, we'd explored each other's bodies completely as little kids, but somehow now, with us almost adults, the idea of being seen exposed and aroused was just too embarrassing.
What a wild rush of emotions! Now I was unbelievably excited and unbelievable embarrassed at the same time. Here I was tied up buck naked with my legs spread wide open without so much as a single public hair to cover me. With the ball in my mouth there was no way I could beg Andy to stop. I had never felt so completely and utterly helpless and vulnerable. And that thought made me even damper between my legs.
You know the saying, "Be careful what wish for because you might get it"? Well I had wished for Andy to do the naughtiest thing he could ever bring himself to do to me, and I had gotten it.
Andy's fingers made one more long slow tickle run over nearly all of my bare skin. He tested almost every inch of me for ticklishness. He teased me by coming in ever so close to all my really sensitive female places. He'd tickle up and down my ribs and stop just at the bottom of my breasts. The inner thigh tickling was even more of a tease. He'd stop just as he got to the edge of my outer pussy lips.
The dampness between my legs was turning to wetness, and I knew Andy could see this. I knew my brother wasn't going to really do something explicitly sexual to me, but he sure did tease me.
It was a good thing I was tied up, because no man in the area would have been safe. If Glen had been with me and the ropes had given way, I probably would have pounced on him and ripped his clothes right off him.
When Andy finally decided I'd had enough of his loving torment, he stopped his tickling and looked at me and smiled. He reached to my face and he started to peel off the tape on my mouth. Yow! Now that is the one thing he did to me that day that really hurt. When the last piece of tape came off my lips, I drooled all over the place.
Andy reached up and popped the ball out of my mouth. By this time my jaw was starting to ache, so I was glad to get rid of it. He got a couple of tissues and cleaned me up from where I had drooled down my face and breasts and tummy. He hung my mirror back on the wall as I stretched my jaw.
I told Andy he had done a great job on me, and that this was the most fun I could ever imagine. I didn't have to say this; he knew from the sparkle in my eyes. He started to untie me, but before he got the first rope off, he stopped and picked up the blindfold from my bed. He said it would be more fun to untie me while I was blindfolded, and he carefully put it back on me.
Then he went back to work on the ropes on my left arm. He took off the ones by my shoulder and elbow, and he undid the end of the rope that went to my wrist. As he untied the rope from my wrist. I got one more naughty idea. I told him that now that I had one arm and hand free, I wanted him to leave me like this to escape the rest of the way on my own. Andy said he didn't like the idea. He said it wasn't safe to leave a tied up person alone. As I've said before, he really did take good care of me.
I was persistent; I insisted I'd be fine, and if necessary I could easily call him for help, since I wasn't gagged any more. I told him to go downstairs and give me half an hour to try to get out of the rest of the ropes on my own. Andy finally agreed with some reluctance.
I also asked him to shut my door on the way out. This was a pretty unusual request from me, but I heard my door shut tightly.
I actually was planning to let myself out, but not until I attended to another matter. This whole experience had left me hornier than I could possibly even imagine, and I needed relief. My one free hand rushed down to give me some self pleasure, detouring on the way to give my nipples a few pinches. I started in on a fantasy in my head...
"Ouch Glen! My nipples are really sensitive! Oh my God! That was a really hard pinch! You're turning into a complete animal!
This was becoming my current favorite fantasy. Just because I wasn't sexually active with Glen in real life (at least not yet), didn't mean I couldn't give him a starring role in my fantasy. I imagined Glen actually showed up and found me exactly the way Andy had left me, of course with the other arm still tied too, so I was completely helpless and defenseless.
"Get that one on my wrist next." I imagined Glen starting to untie the ropes, staring wide-eyed at my body, especially all the really interesting places. And I imagined Glen losing control.
"Oh my God Glen, what are you doing to me? Please let me out!"
And of course my captor, thoroughly tempted by my feminine charms, gives in to his animal instincts and ravages me. My naughty fingers stroked my bare and exposed pussy as I imagined things he might do to me. I imagined myself losing control too.
"Glen, stop that! Oh my, that feels so good! But stop!"
My fingers pressed more firmly and slid faster between my very wet and sensitive inner lips. I was already so aroused from the wonderful tie up game and the sexy surprise of being stripped and exposed that it didn't take long for me to climax between the fantasy in my head and the fingers stroking my most sensitive parts.
When I came, I was noisy. Very noisy. I sat there with probably the biggest smile on my face that I've had in a long time. I took a minute to catch my breath. Finally I reached to my face and lifted my blindfold.
I was not alone. Andy was sitting on the chair in my room staring at me. My smile turned to shock and anger. I'm not entirely sure why I reacted this way, but I was mad. I felt my privacy had been invaded.
Andy apologized profusely. He said he had planned to go downstairs, but he got worried about leaving me tied up alone, so he decided to stay. He figured with me blindfolded I wouldn't know, and he'd slip back out once he was satisfied I'd untied myself enough.
Then he said something else. He told me I had put on a really great show. He told me he'd never seen any girl masturbating before, much less one as cute and sweet and sexy as me.
He asked me if I had ever seen a boy masturbate. My face got kind of red and I didn't answer. The truth was I had seen exactly one boy. I had spied on Andy a few times. I felt sort of guilty. I shared almost all my secrets with him, but I hadn't told him that. I had a hunch he knew, that I had been caught. He looked me right in the eyes and told me he'd bet me I had.
He apologized again and he climbed onto my bed and started to untie my legs. He told me he'd do anything to make it up to me. "Anything?" I asked, feeling a lot less mad and already starting to think about the possibilities. He told me I could tie him up as tight as I wanted and do anything I wanted to him. As he continued to untie me, I made an artificially stern face and said that wasn't enough, but it was a good start.
I told him he'd have to make it up to me in two rounds. One would be for me to tie him up and do whatever I wanted to him. The other was that he would have to tie me up again, and I'd be telling him just how I wanted to be tied. He had to do anything I asked for, even if it was something he wasn't entirely comfortable with.
He told me he wouldn't break his rule about keeping me safe and not doing anything that could seriously injure me. He said I was too precious to him for him to take any chances with me. But aside from that, anything goes and he'd do whatever I asked. By this time he was taking the last rope off my right wrist. I was free again.
I was of course still completely naked, and Andy was still in just his gym shorts. I stretched out my arms and inspected them. There was a bunch of icky sticky goo on my skin from all the electrical tape. Andy helped me up off the bed. We went down to the laundry room and he got a bottle of some citrus cleaner and a rag. He carefully cleaned me up. I was all sweaty from my adventure, so I went straight into the shower. One nice thing about going around naked in the house is it sure makes it quick and easy to step in the shower.
After I had showered and dried off, I went back to my room to find that Andy had just finishing tidying up. All the ropes were back in their hiding place at the back of my bottom dresser drawer, the ball had been washed off and put with the ropes, and my bed was made.
By this time, a thunderstorm had come up. Although I'm generally pretty fearless and adventurous, I've never liked thunderstorms. I told Andy I wanted some company during the storm. He was hesitant, but I reminded him he had promised to "make things up to me". He agreed to cuddle for a while after he took a quick shower.
After a few minutes, Andy came from the shower wearing his gym shorts. I knew he really couldn't have cared less if I had seen him naked, but the idea of being naked in his little sister's bed was too much for him. I really didn't care that much either, as long as he would tolerate my favorite sleepwear, which was no sleepwear at all.
We went to my room. I started to put my sleep mask on, but I stopped and handed it to him; I told him it was more fun when he put it on me. Andy rolled his eyes again and mumbled something about an incorrigible but still loveable little sister. He put the mask on me and smoothed it down my cheeks, every bit as carefully and lovingly as during our tie up game earlier.
I flopped onto my bed and rolled on my side. Andy came into bed behind me and he put his arm around me and snuggled me up wonderfully close. He told me he'd stay with me and hold me for a little while, until I was able to relax.
I knew what would really happen but I didn't say anything. Sure enough, in a few minutes, Andy was sound asleep, cuddled up just the way I liked. I was soon asleep too. The next thing we heard was my alarm clock signaling it was time to get ready for school. It was so nice to way up with Andy's warm arm still around me.
I took my sleep mask off and we both got out of bed. Andy asked me if I was still mad at him. How could I be? I stretched out my arms and offered myself. He took me in his arms and gave me the best and most wonderful hug I could imagine. He squeezed me in close to him and held me so nice and tight. I felt the hair on his chest against my bare breasts. We just held each other like that for minutes. I thought about just how lucky I was to have someone like Andy, someone I could play just so naughty with and still feel so completely safe.
I hope you liked my story! After this point, Glen started playing a bigger and bigger role in my life. I think I'm just about ready to write about my first playtime with Glen. It's pretty tame and mild compared to this story, but I think you'll still like it (I sure did!).
Hugs! --- Lauren

### Re: Lauren part 4, gagged, exposed, and tickled

Post by canuck100 » Fri Sep 13, 2013 4:32 am

Something tells me that both boys are really in for it now... Awesome story,really enjoyed it, looking forward to reading your next adventures with Glen and Andy.