I was 19 years old and was overweight, and was not into anything related to exercise. I had a couple of friends in college, but was not socially active as much because my course load was hard. I was experiencing a lot of homesickness since my parents was apart from me for the 1st time in my life and I knew it would to hard not to miss my family and they had to work more reducing opportunities for any of them to visit me. In my room at Chisholm Hall at the University of Texas at San Antonio, I would study, read books, write stories on my laptop, and occasionally invite my friends over to hang out with me if they were not busy. One day, I was invited to a fraternity party but I turned the invitation down because none of them realized that I had surfed the web for bondage and I uncovered a website known as Fetlife that is like Facebook except this site was geared towards kinky stuff in which I knew it would be exciting for me to continue pursuing my hobby of being tied up and tickled. On that website, I chatted with a guy who is not going to be named for his protection, and I learned he wanted to tie me up in San Antonio and tickle me and my heart was racing with excitement as I agreed to meet him on the 1st weekend of school. I arranged for him to pick me up from my dorm at 5 pm and he gave me his phone number and he arranged to call me when he got close to my dorm. At 4:45 pm, I received his phone call and I was so happy that I lied to my roommate and told him I was going to celebrate my friend's birthday in a restaurant and I would return late at night because of long conversations we have.
I then changed into my t-shirt, my blue jeans, my tennis shoes and left the dorm. I noticed his car parked next to a purple dumpster like we agreed upon to reduce suspicion of the activity I was going to. I hopped into his car and he drove me to a motel on the outskirts of town. We entered the motel room and he took me by my hand and led me to a bed and he laid me down and unbuttoned my t-shirt, removed my blue jeans, shoes, and socks leading me to only wearing my underwear. When he tied my left wrist to the left bed post, I knew it was too late to back out from this. He tied my right wrist to the right bed post and he tickled me down my left armpit and I laughed immediately in response. He then tied my left ankle using a Velcro Strap from under my bed, and he tied my right ankle in the same way. The fun started when he gagged me with a dirty sock that was tied into my mouth with a linen cloth. Also he blindfolded so now I was helpless, vulnerable, and I felt so nervous.
The captor tied my big toes with rope and minutes passed before he started tickling my underarms with an instrument in what I perceived to be a toothbrush since it felt like bristles attacking my defenseless armpits. I was screaming for him to stop tickling me since it was unbearable but he told me, "You a big boy so just take it, man" and for a moment, I was in shock. He then blew raspberries on my belly and I erupted into laughter that echoed into a torrent of a mixture of low to high volume. He said, "Your so cute and so ticklish, I think I'll tickle you all night long" I said. "Nooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He then started tickling my feet with feathers that heightened my ticklishness on my feet, especially on my arches, in which I giggled hard, my toes, that caused me to have tears rolling down my checks because of my heavy laughter that generated that experience, my heels, which I erupted into a clownish type of laughter that echoed in the room. Then he said after what I thought was 1-2 hours of tickling my trapped body, "Are you ready for the other tortures we described"? And I said, yes.
To be Continued