Let me tell you a little bit, about how I got introduced to the “tie-up and tickle†club. I knew my roommate was a member of the club (I have since been told, in fact she was one of its’ founding members), but I knew very little of it. It is a secret club and therefore, most people on campus knows’ a little bit, if not all, about it. It involves, as the name suggests, tying people up and tickling them. But exactly how it is done, no one knows, except for a select few. I am now one of those select few.
My roommate and I have actually been discussing tie up-techniques. We have done so from the very beginning of our time together. It, until that evening, has always been on a theoretical basis. Then, out of the blue, she asks, “Would you like to join a club, I know of?†No matter how I kept pestering her with questions about what kind of a club it was, she kept quiet until I finally said I would. “Good,†she said. “We have a meeting this Friday night. I’d like you to wear a knee-length skirt and socks, and after school change into a tank-top. Someone will come and get you at six thirty, and take you to our meeting place. It’s on campus, so it’s not that far.
Friday night eventually came and at exactly six thirty, the doorbell rang and outside stood a figure, wearing a long black hooded cloak. She asked me my name and when I told her who I was, she asked me to turn around and cross my hands behind my back. I did and she tied them together. Not overly tight, just tight enough for me not to be able to get free. She blindfolded me and strapped a rubber ball in my mouth to silence me. When she had done so, she grabbed my arm and guided me out of the building. I could tell we were walking on a strip of grass separating my dormitory from two other. We went inside again and down a flight of stairs, which meant one thing; we had to be in the basement of one of the other houses. I was gently seated in a chair and told to wait, until someone came for me. With those words, my guide/jailor went into another room.
After what seemed like an eternity, someone came in and I was told to stand up. I did and I was, with my hands still tied behind my back, blindfolded and gagged, guided somewhere else. I was told to sit down once again and a familiar voice started chanting something. It all sounded like gibberish to me. Beneath the chanting, I could hear stirring and giggling. It sounded like there were only girls in the room. I wasn’t surprised, this being a girls-only college after all.
Suddenly, the chanting stopped and I was asked if I wanted to join the club. Well, of course I did, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. Now, would I? Then I was told a set of rules. I was asked if I understood them, and again I nodded. The rules were fairly standard, I guess, the most important being; ‘what goes on in here stays in here’. The penalty for breaking any of the rules, even the slightest break, would be ‘severe’, whatever that meant. I certainly wasn’t going to find out! My hands were suddenly freed, but the gag and blindfold stayed put. I was led away from the chair. One of my hips suddenly hit the edge of a table and I was told to climb on to it and lie down on my back. I did and was then told to spread out my arms and legs, all of which were tied down. I could feel my top sliding up, exposing my tummy and most of the ribcage. My skirt was lifted up, so my thighs were largely exposed. My shoes and socks were removed, as well. Then nothing happened for quite a while, but I could hear heated, but mumbling, discussions going on around me.
What followed next was nothing short of torture for me. It started out, ever so slowly, was what felt like feathers being lightly stroked against the soles of my feet. As I was gagged, I couldn’t cry out but, believe me, I moaned as loud as I could. Then the feathers moved on to my legs, slowly making their way on the outside and then back down. Then they, just as slowly made their way up the insides. So it went on, the feathers moving up and down on both the insides and outsides of the legs and on the top- and undersides of my feet, for a while. Then their attention seemed to shift to my tummy, most especially my bellybutton that, we all found out, is particularly ticklish, for some reason. My arms and nose got “feathered†as well, for quite a while, until I sneezed hard. The feathers were presumably put away, for the next thing I felt were fingers running along my ribcage. As they went to work they, after a while included my mid-section in the “funâ€.
Suddenly, they stopped and I was released from the table. My hands were once again crossed and tied behind my back. I was declared a full member of the club, and the meeting was adjourned. I was escorted the same way back to my room, and my hands were freed. I was told not to take the blindfold or gag off, until I no longer could hear anyone outside.
That was my initiation into a very exiting club.