Tonight, at around 11:15, I told my little brother, "I'm going to try an escape tonight; if I don't get out, release me in the morning." He replied ok, but only if he woke up. So I set to work on tying myself up using two ropes to secure my feet, and a belt around my upper legs to fasten my legs together. For my arms, I used a pair of toy metal handcuffs that I had modified to be inescapable without using a key.
To give a more specific image, I was wearing only a white v-neck, black boxers, a pair of nike black, red, and grey shorts, and a pair of black Hanes ankle socks. I wanted to give myself a sense of helplessness, so I decided to place the key in a long black dress sock. I knotted it in the middle, sealing the key in the toes. I then used that sock to gag myself, using the knot as an effective gag. I then tied another black dress sock around my mouth to keep the other sock in place. Now my means of escape were sealed inside my mouth. To make matters worse, I decided to use another pair of black ankle socks around my hands as mittens. Once I had thoroughly prepared myself, I hid myself under my blanket on my bed while my brother tightly handcuffed me behind my back (I would not know how tight it would be till later). He covered my body with the blankket except my head.
Then, I felt him position himself to my legs. He sat down on the bed and grabbed my socked feet and began to tickle me! I held it in as much as I could but soon, he crept up to my exposed legs and tickled them softly. When I thought he was finished, he slid up to my head and held it up, exposing my neck. He then continued tickling me on my neck, which I found was very ticklish. I squirmed and screamed, but the gag was working its magic. "Knock your head against the wall if it's too much," he said, but I just held out. I felt myself drooling into the gag within a few minutes. After he was done attacking my poor neck, he let me catch my breath and (sadly for my own pleasure) stopped the tickle torture.
There I was, tied hand and foot, and gagged with my only way of getting out. What made it worse was that my brother decided to sleep next to me on my bed, restricting further movement. After about five minutes, I got my gag off and soon heard the bathroom door across from our room become ccupied. It appeared as though someone was there, and our bedroom door was wide open, so I told my brother to get the socks around my neck off of my neck and so he squeezed them in between my legs near my feet which were pinioned together by the belt and told me that if I wanted to escape I had to bend to my back.
So I resumed my escape... unfortunately, I fell asleep. I awoke later, and to my surprise, the bathroom was still occupied. I couldn't move as well, because my brother decided to sleep ON TOP of the blanket, tucking me in to the side of my bed. I tried genly waking him up but had no way of moving my body to do so. I also didn't want the chains of my handcuffs to rattle so I stayed still, waiting for the person in the bathroom to finish their needs. It was HOT under that blanket, unfortunately, and I wanted to just scream. I couldn't move, and my body was becoming really sweaty.
After the bathroom door completely closed, I decided to act: I arched my back, finding a little bit of flexibility, hoping to reach the socks wdged between my legs. After a couple attempts, the belt holding my legs together loosened and I was able to retrieve the socks with my socked hands. However, I could not feel the key in the sock. I undid the knot and maneuvered my socked hand inside, searching for the key. I couldn't feel it, and after what felt like 4 hours I looked up at the clock. It was only 12:58!! I wasn't even tied up for 2 whole hours! I swear it felt longer... Anyways, I kept looking in the sock until I felt the metal with my socked hand. After trying the feel around (since my socked hand felt only sock, it took a lot of guesswork to push the key out of the sock).
After the key was out, I checked my handcuffs. Luckily, my brother had placed one cuff in a position where I could place the key into. Once one hand was free, the rest was easy.
I untied myself and called the escape a success, even thought I'm pretty sure I would have stayed tied up all night if my brother didn't place the socks near my legs instead of at my neck.
So... here's my new dilema: I want "revenge", even though my brother wasn't the one who tied me up. To give a backdrop, he's 12 and I'm 16, so not much of an age difference. He slept on my bed, preventing me from having any space and also even tickled me at the very beginning! I don't know when I'll do it, but I'm planning on getting him before the summer's end. Probably, I'll use duct tape.

Oh well, tell me if you liked this story or not; I'll try to make new escapes every now and then!