After Mum found out about me buying handcuffs with her credit card she started to punish me as promised. For the next few weeks I was regularly tied and tickled and she was proved right in as much as I did enjoy it. I wouldn’t have bought the cuffs if I didn’t .
After my period of punishment I began to play some games as planned with the cuffs. I would often come home from school and change into a t-shirt and shorts. Sometimes I’d tie my feet and cuff my hands behind my back then wriggle around, putting the keys on the far side of the room and having to pick them up with my toes before struggling with them behind my back to free myself. If I was feeling adventurous I’d use a sock or scarf to gag myself or even blindfold myself if I wanted a challenge to find the keys.
More fun were the days I’d finish my homework early before mum came home. I’d still change to shorts then after tea, when we were both watching the soaps or something similar on TV, I’d cuff my hands behind me and taunt mum. I’d sit on the sofa with her and prod her with my toes or maybe lie face down on the floor waving my legs up and down and occasionally kicking her. Eventually I’d get her interest and She’d grab an ankle and tickle my bare sole whilst telling me off. I’d stop for about 10 seconds then start again. Eventually she’d play along and tie my ankles together and gag me then tickle torture / punish me after the programme finished.
Better still was when she played the “interrogation gameâ€. Handcuffed and barefoot
I’d either sit on the sofa next to her with my legs across her lap and ankles tied or I’d be lying face down with my knees bent and my feet between her knees. She’d then quiz me about school, friends or anything and tickle me to get me to talk. She’d usually find some embarrassing thing to ask me so I’d really not want to talk. As I love to hate being tickled I loved the experience but really wanted to tell her the answer to stop the tickle torture.
One day after school things took a slightly different turn. My friend Charlotte (or Lotty) had come back with me after school. We were still in school uniform, dark grey skirts, white blouses, navy-blue pullovers and white blouses. We were both wearing black tights too, and I should say I tended to wear a shorter skirt, not really in keeping with school rules, when I wore tights than when I wore knee socks. We were sitting on the sofa watching some music channel, chatting about friends and boys, bitching about other girls and doing what teenage girls usually do when a pillow fight broke out and I threw a cushion at her. She retaliated and we hit each other with cushions until all of a sudden I realised the cuffs had been hidden under one of the cushions. Lotty must have spotted them at about the same time as me. We both stopped and stared at them. I must have turned bright red.
“What Are These ?â€
“Erm Handcuffs.â€
Lotty burst out laughing. “Yours or your mum’s?â€
“Mine.†I blushed.
“What on earth do you use them for.â€
I had to come clean, “What do you think?†I said. I picked up the handcuffs and locked one onto my left wrist, took the keys, put them on the table and turned my back to her. “Finish the job?â€
“What do you mean?â€
“Fasten them.†Nothing happened, “Go on it’s fun.†I clicked the second cuff shut myself and turned round.
Charlotte looked at me and asked: “You really like this don’t you?â€
“Yes.â€
“Good.†She said launching herself at me and grabbing my legs. She pulled her my right foot up and began tickling.
“Ahahahaaaaa not the feet hahah.†Charlotte stopped for a moment.
“Are you ok. You said stop.â€
“Oh yes tickling is just torture, especially on my feet, but I just love the helplessness of not being able to do anything about it. Please carry on.â€
Charlotte grabbed my foot again and carried on tickling. I giggled and shrieked laughed and wriggled and screamed. I began to push her away with my other foot and she grabbed that too. Thick black nylon school gave a little protection against her fingers but my feet were, and still are, so sensitive this was exquisite torture.
I carried on wriggling and struggling with my feet.
“Hey, you’re getting quite violent with your feet. I’m going to get some bruises here.†Charlotte threw my feet down.
“Oh I’m sorry Lotty, but you are very good at tickling.†Lotty blushed. “Come on, I’ve got something that might help.â€
I led her to my room and jumped on my bed. “Look underneath.†I said and Lotty found my bag. “Empty that.†Charlotte took out several scarves. I sat on the bed and held my feet out for her. Like a pro Lotty took one of the scarves and rolled I diagonally then wrapped it round my ankles twice before cinching it between and tying it off. She rolled me onto my tummy and sat on my legs facing my feet.
“Now I have you.†She said and her nails began to rake over my soles. My upper body thrashed around as I arched my back against the intense tickling.
“Oh God pleaseeeee.â€
“Pleae what? Please tickle me more? OK then.â€
“Noooooooooo.â€
This tickle torture on my feet went on for about 20 minutes by which time I was a sweaty mess, and Lotty was looking a bit hot too as I saw when she turned me over onto my back. She smiled down at me.
“Had enough?â€
“Yes Lotty. Thanks.â€
“Tough. I’m not finished yet.†She pulled my pullover up and undid the lower buttons on my blouse, pulling ot out of my skirt. You can guess what’s coming next. Yes she began to tickle my tummy and ribs with the same merciless enthusiasm she had used on my feet. Once again I wriggled and laughed and screamed but she did not let up.
It must have been over an hour from when I first fastened the cuffs on myself and the time Charlotte eventually untied my feet and gave me the key. She giggled as she straightened her uniform in the mirror and watched me struggle to undo my hands behind me.
I was such a mess I needed to have a shower after Lotty had gone, and before mum came home. That was the first time one of my friends tied me up when it wasn’t part of cops ‘n’ robbers or Indiana Jones game, but it certainly wasn’t the last.
I changed into cut off jeans, t-shirt and stayed barefoot after my shower. Tonight was one night I wasn’t going to try to annoy Mum.