
CHAPTER 1: Ok, so the time was June 2, 2005. Brady's dad was on a business trip, and his mom was at his aunt's birthday, (Which would include lots of drinking, and his mom wouldn't be back for a few days) but my mother still agreed to let me sleep over at his house, (mainly because I told her other kids would. It was a lie) as long as nothing sexual happened. Once we got there and put our bags away, we got down to business on a tie up game. "Okay Brady, put your hands behi-" Brady spoke up. "Umm, Sara, I was actually hoping I could tie you up, if that's okay with you..." I thought about it. "If yes, there will be no ground rules, and once the session is done, I will abolish mine." I really thought it was boring with his stupid ground rules, especially without being able to tickle him. "Will I be able to tickle you after this?" He stared at me through his glasses. "I suppose so, yes." Then it was decided. "Of course you can tie me up." "Okay, let me get some stuff," he said, leaving his room. He came back a few minutes later with a coil of rope, a roll of duct-tape, and a few cloths. "Okay Sara. If you're ready, let me start." "I'm ready," I said anxiously. I was sitting on his bed, so he decided to try something I hadn't even thought of. He took my left wrist and guided it to one of the bedposts, then tied it off there, and did the same thing with my other wrist. "Okay, Sara, I'm gonna have to take your shoes off for this," Brady said. I nodded. He pulled my sneakers and socks off my feet, then slipped my feet through the wooden bars at the end of his bed. Next, he went to the bathroom and came back with... dental floss? He took the floss and tied some around my 2 big toes, then tied the other end of the floss to the footbench of the bed, so now I couldn't even move my toes. "Seriously Brady? My toes?" I asked. "Yep! And now comes the gag," he said, smiling. He stuffed my own dirty socks (Which I had planned to use on him) into my mouth, then wrapped tape around my head, fully disabling noise of any kind. He then took another cloth and tied it around my eyes, blocking my vision. "Goodbye, Sara. I'm going to watch TV. See if you can get out of that!" I heard footsteps leaving the room. I knew how to escape, the only problem was that Brady used to be in boyscouts, so he could tie perfect knots. The funny things was that it seemed like the scouts were the only active thing that Brady did. He was a nerd and was usually always on his computer. He was also the class clown of the school. But, anyway, that's off topic.
So there I was, tied spread eagle, blindfolded, and gagged. With my left hand, I searched for the knot, and found one end. I tugged with my fingers, and the knot untied itself while I did the same thing with the other hand. Next, I pulled off my gag, and made a face:

"Okay Brady. It is time," I said. I pulled his shoes and socks off and he knew what he was in for. I began an attack on his right foot, making him squirm and grunt into the gag. I kept it up for a few minutes, before leaving the room to grab two things I had brought with me in my bag: a feather and an electric toothbrush. I went back to my captive Brady, and turned on the toothbrush. He heard it and began to beg through his gag. "Not today, Brady," I said, before tickling the snot out of him with my toothbrush. His feet are most ticklish, so I started there. Once done with his feet, I took the feather and tickled his belly, making him wiggle and scream in his bonds. I swirled the feather in his belly button for a few seconds, making him giggle. Next, I tickled his armpits, which made him bounce around. I saw tears coming out from under the sleepmask because I kept tickling him. The way I did it was I spent ten minutes on one thing: Feet, belly, ribs, armpits, then start at his feet again. I kept up this attack for 2 hours, giving him a few breaks in between.
Once the attack was over, I spoke to him softly. "Okay Brady, I'm gonna watch TV and let you get a little rest." He grunted into his gag and nodded. I grabbed a blanket and covered him with it, then left to watch TV.
END OF CHAPTER 1