Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby kidnap boy » Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:56 pm

I promised a story of being tied up and tortured by Dena - my beautiful, blonde, black-belt best friend - after she went to college, and here it is.

In October of 2002, my junior year in high school and Dena’s sophomore year in college, I went to visit her at college for a weekend. Our tickle torture/tie up/kidnap games hadn’t stopped completely – she had tied me up 2-3 times over that summer – but it wasn’t like old times when it was happening 2 times a month or so. I wondered if I could talk Dena into a game, but decided against it while at school and figured I’d try one when we were alone (or Marissa was there) when she came home in a couple of weeks. Which is a different story for a different time.

Dena’s style and demeanor hadn’t changed at all. She was still sunny and friendly and funny and warm, and she and I were still very tight. Maybe even moreso because we missed each other and we just loved hanging out. (We still do to this day). She still loved to wear cargo pants or sometimes sweat pants – hardly ever jeans – and loved to wear short sleeves. Peasant blouses were favorites, as were Izod shirts and blouses with ruffled sleeves. Dena never liked having her arms covered up – it was just a thing with her; she felt confined in long sleeves, and short sleeves were key, even in the winter. And she still only wore shoes when she absolutely had to – like to class or to the dining hall (usually) or out on campus. She would pad around the dorm or her floor in her socks or, sometimes, barefeet (though usually socks when indoors unless it was super-hot outside) – it’s what she preferred and made her comfortable to have her shoes off.

And she still loved to tickle me – even thought the tying-up slowed down, Dena was always tickling me or threatening to do so. She was just crazy about how ticklish I was and just loved to tickle me and make me laugh and beg her to stop every chance she got. She almost had a tickling fetish, I would say, at least when it came to me. She loved the power it gave her, how sadistic it allowed her to be, and how helpless I was under her fingers and toes. She didn’t love being tickled, but the way she laughed and giggled when I would tickle her (or Marissa would) told me that part of her did enjoy it too. And yeah, I kinda loved it when she tickled me. As much as I dreaded it and as much torture as it was.

Dena was by now a Residential Advisor (or RA) and was in charge of her floor with her roommate Jamie. Jamie had long reddish-blonde hair and green eyes and was very pretty – she was way shorter than Dena (Dena was 5’10 and Jamie was maybe 5’2) but had a cute build and was also very athletic – she was a soccer player in high school. (Dena wasn’t traditionally thin because she was so muscular, but her body was amazing – Jamie was shorter and well-built, but not statue-esque like Dena.) But very pretty and likable. She and Dena met, believe it or, at the school’s martial arts club, and she was also pretty savvy in karate. (Not a black belt or even close to Dena, but she knew what she was doing). She and Dena hit it off and decided to room together and be RAs together. It meant free room and board and a much better room.

As RAs, they lived in a suite at the end of the hall, away from everyone else (they had no neighbors). There was a common room, a private bath, and large private rooms for each of them where they lived, and a smaller room off the common room that was their office. They had a ton of space and had a couch and TV in the common room, though Dena also had a futon and TV in her room as well. Dena and Jamie were VERY well-liked as RAs and very fair. Which was no surprise – they were hardly like bosses there; they were much more like part of the group.

So one night I was visiting in mid-October for the weekend – it was a Friday night and we were just hanging out watching TV. We decided to stay in for the night and go out the next night.

I was sitting between them on couch, and we were in Dena’s room watching TV. It was cozier in there, I guess, and we could put the lights out and have a better, more relaxing atmosphere. The door to the common room was closed and locked, so we had privacy to just hang out.

So I sat between Dena and Jamie on the futon in a black tee-shirt and sweats and was barefoot – by this point I no longer fought Dena when she told me to take my shoes off indoors. Dena sat to my right and was sitting against the side cushion with her knees up so her feet were just alongside my lap.

Dena wore a purple peasant blouse with short ruffled sleeves, grey sweatpants, and dark grey cable-knit knee socks. Jamie was sitting to my left facing the TV directly and sitting Indian-style in a black short-sleeved sweater, red sweatpants and red socks. We watched TV and had popcorn and were laughing and having a quiet night in with the lights off, all huddled on the couch.

Suddenly I felt my ribs being tickled on my right side and jumped, tumbling onto Jamie. Dena had stuck her socked feet into my ribcage and tickled me with her toes through her socks, which as I have said before was a specialty of hers. She could tickle better with her feet than most people can with their fingers.

So I giggled and yelped and fell into Jamie, who playfully pushed me off of her but didn’t say anything. I gave Dena a look and she grinned back at me, raising her eyebrows as if to say, “What? Whatever did I do?” and I re-assumed my position between them. I didn’t say anything but just smiled and shook my head at Dena as if to say, “Not here!”

About 15 seconds later Dena again raised both of her feet up and jabbed them into my ribs again, tickling the hell out of me with her toes. Unlike the first time, this time Dena kept her feet there and wiggle her toes to tickle me for a few more seconds. I yelped again and Dena giggled and I fell onto Jamie, now laughing and telling Dena, “Stop! STOP!”

Jamie laughed and said, “What IS your problem, Jeff?” and pushed me off her.

“Dena won’t stop…”

“Won’t stop what, Jess?” Dena interrupted, teasing, again jabbing her socked feet into my ribs and now tickling me with her wiggling toes nonstop. “Won’t stop what?”

“Dena! STOP! PLEASE!” I begged, yelling now and laughing hysterically. My GOD it tickled so bad! Jamie was now laughing and got up, allowing me to fall onto the futon where she was sitting. But Dena kept tickling me with her feet and both of her feet were now sunk into my ribs and I couldn’t get them out! Dena sat up and extended her legs out and REALLY started tickling my ribs with both socked feet. I couldn’t really fight her off and tried in vain to push her legs away, but I was in such hysterics that I just yelped with laughter and cried out, “NO!NO! NO!” while writhing on the couch, victim to Dena’s relentless tickling feet.

Jamie giggled while standing over me, “A little ticklish, are we, Jessie?”

Dena, her feet still torturing my ribs and now holding one of my arms to prevent me from fighting back, said, “Jessie is soooooo ticklish! You won’t believe how ticklish he is, Jamie! I’ve been tickling him for years and he is just so helpless against me when I start the tickle-torture!”

“DENA! STOP!” I panted, now weakly trying to fight her off with my one free hand. But Dena’s toes were relentless and were tickling me into a state of hysteria.

“Noooo, baby, I don’t WANT to stop tickling you. EVER!” Dena giggled and kept her feet in my helpless ribs. “Jamie, grab his other arm! Then he’ll be TOTALLY helpless.”

Jamie said, “OK. Why not! I used to tickle my little brother practically to death. It is SUCH torture!” And Jamie grabbed my free arm and held it down. Now Dena had my right arm and both her socked feet in my ribs, her feet raised up while she laughed and tickling my ribs and upper body nonstop through her socks with her incredible toes. And Jamie had my left arm and held it over my head on the left arm of the futon, pinning it down. I was screaming!

“P-P-PLEASE GUYS!!!! STOP!!!! PLEASE!!!! STOP TICKLING ME!!!!” I screamed through my laughter, although the words came out in panting and shrieks.

After about 5 minutes Dena came forward, removed her feet from my ribs (finally) and positioned them around either side of me, basically sitting in my lap facing me. Dena grabbed both my arms and flung me down on the futon back where she was sitting. Dena sat on me and pinned me down with my arms over my head, her knees pinning them. I could not move. And I knew that my helpless armpits were Dena’s next target!

Dena smiled, opened her mouth really wide without saying anything, and wiggled her evil fingers in the air. I kept begging “NO! PLEASE! NO MORE!” I wasn’t being tickled at the moment, but I knew it was coming.

“I haven’t even tickled you with my fingers yet!” Dena taunted, pinning me. “Poor baby. You’re so helpless, and you know we’re about to tickle you to death!”

“DEE…!” I tried to yell but Dena suddenly stopped wiggling her fingers and clamped her right hand over my mouth, still pinning me with her knees. I was now handgagged and all I could do was “MMMPH!!!!” into her strong hand. “You stay quiet, sweetheart!”

Jamie said, “I can’t believe how ticklish he is, Dena! This is, like, INSANELY ticklish!” And with that Jamie started to very lightly tickle my bare feet at the other end of the couch, giggling as she did it. I yelped into Dena’s hand and Jamie stopped. “Ooh, this is going to be fun!”

“I know,” Dena said in a taunting voice, still wiggling her fingers over my exposed armpits. “Jessie has been my helpless tickle victim for years and years and years!”

Then the inevitable happened.

“Jamie. Let’s tie him up and tickle him to death!” Dena said.

I “MMMPHED” some more into her hand to object but Dena just kept her hand forced over my mouth and shushed me.

“Really? Tie him up? With what?” Jamie said, laughing and now sitting at my feet and holding them in place.

“I have handcuffs in my sock drawer,” Dena said, which got a look from Jamie. “They’re just a novelty item! But they work. Go get them. And then…I know. There are jump ropes in my closet. We can just take the handles off and use the ropes to tie him.”

“Oh, and I’ve got duct tape in my room, if we need it!” Jamie said, now excited.

“Great!” Dena said while I writhed, pinned and handgagged on the futon beneath her. “Get me the handcuffs, and then get the duct tape and the jump ropes.”

Jamie gave Dena the handcuffs – the regular ones, not the long ones. “Do you have the key?” she asked.

“Yep. It’s in my jewelry case – don’t worry,” Dena said. “Go get the duct tape and then we’ll get him tied up!”

I kept MMMPHing into Dena’s hand, but to no avail. Jamie handed Dena the handcuffs and Dena held them over me, grinning evilly, with the handcuffs dangling from her finger.

Jamie ran into her room to get the duct tape, and Dena quickly whispered to me, “I brought those handcuffs down here just for you, Kidnap Boy! I knew I’d get my chance to take you hostage sooner or later. Hee hee hee!”

I stopped MMMPHing and just gave up, pinned and now about to become Dena and Jamie’s helpless prisoner.

Jamie came running back into the room with silver duct tape.

Dena said, “I’ll take my hand off his mouth and you gag him,” Dena said as Jamie tore a piece of tape off. “We can’t afford to have someone hearing him crying for help.”

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!” I objected into Dena’s hand while trying to thrash around, not wanting to be gagged. But Dena calmly put the handcuffs down, reached down and took one of her grey kneesocks – which were not overly clean – off her feet and held it an inch from my still-handgagged nose and mouth.

“Either you let Jamie gag you with the duct tape, or I’ll stuff my socks in your mouth. Your choice!” Dena said forcibly.

“Um, Jess? I live with her. Her socks are disgusting,” Jamie advised, standing ready with a strand of duct tape for my mouth.

“MMMMEEEE” I yelled into Dena’s hand in exasperation, but then nodded and tried to say, “OK!” and motioned my eyes toward the tape.

Dena giggled and said, “Good boy” and took her hand off my mouth as Jamie gagged me with the duct tape. “If I were you, Jessie, I would stop trying to scream into the gag. It will only lead us to not showing you mercy after a while.

I obeyed and Dena, still pinning me, fastened the handcuffs onto my left wrist. Then she stayed on me, took her knees from my arms, and rolled me over onto her stomach underneath her, pretty easily. I didn’t fight – why should I?

Dena slid a little further down my body to allow her to pull my arms behind me, and she handcuffed my hands behind my back. While she was doing this, Jamie was unfastening the plastic handles from the jump ropes (they were only held on by knots) and in a minute had two seven-foot lengths of rope ready.

“Good job, Jamie. Tie his feet at the ankles,” Dena said, still sitting on my back.

“You got it,” Jamie said, pulling my bare feet together and tying them pretty tight at the ankles. Dena sat on my back and watched her work.

“Good job. And there’s enough rope leftover so we can fasten his hands to his feet, so we know he’s not going anywhere,” Dena said. She then got up and did just that, tying the rope left over from my feet to my handcuffs. She didn’t pull it into a tight hogtie – my legs were still straight – but it really restricted my motion even more.

“Tah-dah – bound and gagged!” Dena announced, patting me on the backs of my legs while I just lay there, helpless. “Here, let’s get him to the floor so we can start to have some fun with our little hostage.

Dena and Jamie lowered me bound and gagged to the floor and I watched from floor-level at their socked feet moved around the room, locking the door, turning on lights, and shutting the blinds. And I lay there once more, and feet of my beautiful captor Dena once again and her very pretty roommate, wondering how exactly I got myself into this.

Jamie then grabbed my bound feet and dragged me into the center of Dena’s room and stood over me smiling. Dena came over, couched down at my right side, and gave me that devastating evil grin. She practically purred when she spoke.

“OK, darling, let’s see if you really ARE that ticklish!” Dena said slowly, wiggling her fingers in their air and then lowering them down as I MMMPHED once more. “Let’s tickle him everywhere, Jamie! And don’t stop until he’s in tears!”

And with that, the tickling began. Dena crouched beside me and sadistically tickled my whole upper body on the right side, and then Jamie knelt down and started tickling my left side. Ribs, stomach, hips, chest – nothing was safe from their tickling fingers. Then they both dug their fingers under my arms, which were kind of hard to get to because my hands were tied behind my back, and tickled my armpits so badly that I was practically spasming. The whole time I just shrieked and howled into the gag and tried to roll away but couldn’t. Jamie had me on the left and Dena had me on the right and they were relentless in tickling me. I had no escape!

“You’re such a ticklish little boy, aren’t you, Pumpkin?” Dena cooed as she fired her fingers deep into my armpits, still crouching over me. “You’re so helpless! You wish you could scream and cry for help, don’t you? Don’t you? But you can’t! Because you’re all tied up and gagged and our hostage and we are just going to tickle you to death.”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!” I shrieked some more, now feeling that familiar hot sting of tears on my face.

“Dena, he’s crying!” Jamie exclaimed, but she kept tickling my ribs. “I’ve never seen someone tickled so hard that he cried. Is he OK?”

“Sure he is – listen through the gag. That’s laughter,” Dena said, still tickling me. And she was right – even through all my crazy screams, I was laughing my head off. It was torture, but it was pretty incredible. (If that makes sense)

“Well then maybe we should just keep tickling Jessie all night long since he seems to like it so much!” Jamie said, now clearly getting into it and fluttering her fingers lightly in my ribs while I kept crying with laughter. “Kitchie kitchie Koo!”

Dena and Jamie just kept laughing and tickling me while I cried into my gag and laughed so hard I thought I might pass out.

Then Jamie knelt down, reach her hands under my shirt, and began to wildly tickle my bare torso inside my shirt, something Dena had never done before. It was brutal! My screams turned even more shrill under the gag – “MMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEMMM!!!!” – and my eyes got gigantic and it really felt like Jamie was killing me. The feeling of brutal tickling on bare skin combined with her hands feeling almost attached to me, it was like having a bird trapped inside your shirt!

“Tickle tickle, Jessie!” Jamie taunted, keeping her hands inside my shirt. “Dena, listen to his screams! If we didn’t gag him we might get arrested!”

“MMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMEEEE!!!!!!”

“I know! Jessie is so ticklish, I feel sorry for him in a way!” Dena said. By this point Dena had stopped tickling and let Jamie have at me alone with her crazy under-the-shirt tickle torture, and she sat back and slowly started to raise her grey-socked foot to my face. “Whew! Jamie! That is a wild method of tickle-torture! I’ve never used that one!”

“Yeah,” Jamie said, “it drives people crazy. I tickled Mike (her boyfriend) this way just last week. SO hard to escape from. Of course,” she added, giggling and now running her fingers up and down my bare skin in lightly over the surface, under the shirt, while I shriek myself hoarse into the gag, “Mike wasn’t tied up!”

She and Dena laughed and Dena gently rested a socked foot on my face and Jamie finally took her hands out of my shirt and stopped. I was panting and screaming and laughing and crying and in absolutely agony. The tickling had gone on for at least 25 minutes.

“Oh, shhhhh, baby, it’s not so bad,” Dena whispered, placing her foot squarely over my gagged mouth. “We know how much you love it when we tickle-torture you!”

“MMM HMM MMM MMM MMMMMM!” I whimpered, now into Dena’s smelly foot as well.

“Jamie, tickle his feet,” Dena said. “His feet are sooooooo ticklish!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” I screamed but Dena silenced me by moving her other socked foot under my nose!

“Scream and I’ll torture you with foot odor!” Dena warned. “Be a good boy and Jamie will only tickle your feet for, say….10 minutes!”

I whimpered some more, but more quietly. I was exhausted from the tickling!

“Ooh, his feet, huh?” Jamie asked, moving to my bare bound feet, sitting down, and placing them in her lap. “Jessie has really ticklish feet? Well, let’s just see about that!”

And Jamie then started to tickle my feet up and down and all over with her fingers. She was awesome at it – Marissa-esque! I writhed under Dena’s socked foot AND the tape gag and felt Jamie tickling between my toes and over the balls and arches of my feet. God was it murder!

“This little piggie went to the market…” Jamie started, tickling each toe and taking me through the whole stupid rhyme. At the “wee wee weee!!!” part she exploded into a full, 10-finger tickling of both of my feet, sitting on my legs between to hold them in place. “Jessie, I have to say, I have never met ANYONE so ticklish!”

But Jamie kept right on tickling my feet and taunting me with “Gitchie gitchie” and “You can’t stop me!” and “I am going to tickle you to DEATH!”

More squealing from me led to Dena’s making good on her threat and placing her other foot over my nose, meaning I had to breathe in the smell from her socks, which was not great at all.

FINALLY the assault on my feet stopped. Jamie got up and came down and knelt by my head and watched me cry and laugh under the gag. Dena took her foot off my mouth but kept me gagged. Dena got up, walked around the room looking at me – like she was prowling – and then stopped at my bare feet that had just been so badly tickle-tortured.

Dena crouched down and grinned evilly at me.

“You didn’t think we’d finish without ME….(she paused) TICKLING YOUR FEET, id you?!” and as she said that Dena began a rapid tickling of the bottoms of both feet. I squealed so hard that I undid the tape gag and briefly got my mouth free. “NOOOOOO!!!!!” I screamed.

Jamie quickly re-gagged me with the tape and then kept her hand over my mouth while Dena tickled my feet for another 30 seconds.

“I think you’ve had enough!” Dena said. “Tickle-torture has its limits, and I think we just found yours!”

I rolled on the ground, screaming while Jamie tried to keep her hand on my mouth. But Dena said, “No, no, Jamie. THIS is how you keep him quiet. Take the tape off his mouth.”

Jamie did, and Dena stood over me and placed her socked foot over my mouth. “If you keep screaming, I’ll gag you with my foot for the next hour! You have 10 seconds to stop screaming! 10…9…”

Dena counted down while Jamie dabbed my tears away with the tissue. By the time Dena got to one I shut up.

“Each scream will cost you a one-minute foot gag, honey. Got it?!” Dena demanded, standing over me with her socked foot still gagging me.

I nodded obediently. I wanted her foot off of my mouth – as usual, her feet were smelly.

“When I take my foot off my mouth, the first thing you are going to do is thank Jamie for tickling you. Right?!” Dena demanded.

I nodded. I had to be obedient, right? Plus, I had to pee pretty badly.

Dena stood over me, her foot on my mouth, staring down with an evil smile spread across her face for about 30 seconds. Finally she slowly slid it off and Jamie lowered her face to mine.

“You were saying???” Jamie giggled.

“Jamie,” I panted, not even close to being composed yet, “thank you for tickling me. Thank you very much. I…I..I love being tied up and tickled, so thank you for the tickle-torture.” I stammered it out, desperately. I’d been forced to give this speech before.

“Good boy!” Dena said, and she bent down and kissed me. “Do you have to pee?”

I nodded, but just then there was a knock on the common room door. Dena quickly clamped her hand over my mouth and whispered to Jamie, “Go and see who it is.”

“MMMMM!” I said into Dena’s hand while she knelt beside me.

“You shut up or I’ll tickle you again!” Dena hissed.

Jamie unlocked Dena’s door, closed it behind her, and went to the common room to answer the door. Dena knelt beside me and smiled while handgagging me.

“You’re so cute when you’re all tied up!” Dena giggled, kissing me again while her hand stayed over my mouth. “I wish I could tie you up forever!”

I thought, “Me too!”

Jamie came back in and closed and locked the door. “They’re gone.”

Dena took her hand off my mouth and said, “Good boy.”

“Jen said there’s a party down the other end and wanted to know if we wanted to come. I told her maybe,” Jamie said.

“Did you tell her we were a little tied up right now?” Dena laughed. “Let’s get Jess to his feet – I need to take him to the bathroom.”

They helped me up and Dena then hopped me into the common room and into the bathroom that was there. She untied the rope that bound my hands to my feet so I could reach around an unzip. She left me in the bathroom, but with the door open so I wouldn’t try anything. I heard her say to Jamie, “We should go. It’d be fun.”

I finished up, managed to flush and wash my hands, and managed to hop back out before falling. Dena laughed.

“Jess, you are so funny! You mean you can’t move around easily when you’re all tied up? Awwwww,” Dena said, and then she re-tied my hands to my feet in the same way as before. Not a hogtie, but I was fastened in place. She then got me to my feet, hopped me back into her room where Jamie was, and deposited me on the futon.

“So you want to go?” Jamie asked.

“Sure, for a little bit,” Dena said. It was about 10 p.m. “Maybe till 11?”

“What about Jess – what do we do with him? Should we untie him?” Jamie asked.

Dena grinned again and looked at me as she stood over me as I sat bound on the couch.

“Oh nononono! We’re not untying him! We’re not done with him yet!” Dena giggled.

“No! Don’t leave me here!!!” I yelled, but was cut off again my Dena’s strong hand.

“Jamie, get the duct tape and gag him again!” Dena said, shaking her head. “No no no, silly boy. We’re not done kidnapping you yet! Hee hee hee hee hee!”

Jamie came over, tore off a piece of duct tape, and gagged me with it. I was once again bound and gagged on the futon. Dena sat beside me and took her grey socks off.

“I can go barefoot, right? I hate stepping in beer in my socks, and you know that will happen if I don’t take them off!” Dena asked Jamie, holding her socks in her hand.

“Sure,” Jamie said, and then she sat down next to me on the other side. “I’ll take mine off too. We can both go down barefoot.” And Jamie took her red socks off, and then stunned me my dangling one in front of my nose.

“Care to smell my socks, Jessie? Are they stinkier than Dena’s?” Jamie taunted, putting her red sock an inch from my nose before stopping and laughing. “Poor baby – he’s getting tortured SO badly tonight!”

“I know he is,” Dena laughed, and then shoved HER stinky grey socks under my nose for a few seconds while I writhed and tried to get away, to no avail. “But too bad. He’s our hostage! And we’ve got him all tied up and gagged and can do whatever we want to him!”

Dena and Jamie stood over me, their bound and gagged prisoner, inspecting me. Dena’s arms were folded in front of her, her dirty grey socks still in her hand. She straightened out those short puffed sleeves of her peasant blouse – and purple really was an awesome color on her! - and tossed her hair, saying, “How do I look, honey? Ready for a party? Too bad you can’t join us, but I hear you’re a little…”

“Tied up!” Jamie finished. And then they both laughed like they had just told the joke of the year.

“Not funny, Jess? I guess you only when we tickle you, huh?” Dena said, wiggling the fingers of her left hand (her right hand held her socks) and advancing on me.

“MMMMMHPH!!!!!” I said and shook my head, and then started to fake laugh under the gag, to give them what I think they wanted.

Dena stopped wiggling her fingers and said, “There’s a good little hostage!” and she and Jamie laughed some more.

With that, Dena dropped her socks into my lap and Jamie did the same, leaving them there. Dena then got up and turned on the TV. “Here, honey, you can watch TV while we’re gone. But don’t you dare move from that spot. If you do, you will be PUNISHED badly when we get back!”

“MMMPH” I said into the gag, as if to say, “Please don’t do this!”

But Dena just giggled and walked over to me and patted me on the face. “Don’t you move off that couch. Obey me and you will be rewarded. Disobey me? And you KNOW what will happen!” Dena taunted, kissing me on the cheek once more and going to the door.

“Bye bye, Jessie,” Jamie taunted, blowing me a kiss at the door. “Be a good little boy and we won’t have to tickle you anymore!” And she and Dena laughed, turned the lights out, and left the room. I could hear them locking the door to Dena’s room, and then to the common room. The only light was the bluish light from the TV, which was on some show I didn’t care about.

I sat there and examined my predicament. My hands tied behind my back with handcuffs, my feet tied with ropes, and my hands and feet tied together with ropes. And my mouth gagged with duct tape. Inescapable.

I sat there for several minutes before I rememberd something Dena said. The key to the handcuffs was in her jewelry case, which was on her dresser across the room? Could I get to it?

I thought about it for a few more minutes and then figured I would. Best case scenario I would get the key, undo the cuffs, untie the ropes, and surprise them down at the party. Worst case I would fail and just return to my place on the futon. Dena told me not to move, but how would she know?

So I went for it. I struggled to my feet and the socks Dena and Jamie left in my lap fell to the floor. I tried to hop across the room but fell because of the ropes tying my bound hands to my bound feet. I tried again but fell again. Finally after about, no kidding, 20 minutes of trying, I managed to get across the room and into Dena’s computer chair, which had wheels. I wheeled myself to her jewelry box on her dresser and tried to lean in and use my nose to open it up. I was so determined! And believe it or not, I did! I gazed into her jewelry box and saw the key!

I spent many minutes trying to get it but, because I couldn’t use my mouth because of the gag, and because I couldn’t use my hands or feet because of the way I was tied up, I realized after a long while it was hopeless.

I then figured this: Dena said if I didn’t move I would be rewarded (meaning, if not freed, definitely not tickled anymore.) And I knew Dena and as evil and sadistic as she could be when she tied me up, she usually kept her word.

So I closed the lid to her box with my chin, wheeled the chair back over to her desk, flopped to the floor, pushed the chair back in with my body, and then somehow got to my feet (again, I was REALLY determined) and hopped, bound and gagged, back to the futon where I flopped down in the exact place I was. I was out of breath and kind of panted into the gag for the next few minutes. It was close to 11 p.m. and they’d be back soon. The TV show ended and the nightly local news came on and I got my breath back and was fully rested and composed. I examined the room and everything was as it was before my escape attempt.

Around 11:10 I heard the outdoor door unlock and my heart began to race for whatever reason. Dena and Jamie were back! And I was half-nervous about them seeing me again and half-exhilerated about the whole night.

The door to Dena’s bedroom unlocked and they came in, closing the door behind them.

“Hellooooo? Anybody here?” Dena asked out loud and Jamie turned the lights on. “Look Jamie! Our hostage! Right where we left him!”

Jamie said, “He is! Were you a good boy, Jess?”

Dena and Jamie, beautiful and in their barefeet and sweat pants – Jamie in her short-sleeved black sweater, Dena in her short puffed-sleeved purple peasant blouse – returning to me, their bound and gagged prisoner. Yeah, I loved it!

I nodded my head and smiled under my gag. Dena came and turned the TV off and sat down beside me, putting her arm around me.

“You promise you were a good boy? No lying?” Dena asked softly.

I nodded again. Jamie went over and sat on Dena’s bed, watching.

Dena smiled and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I loved that! She smiled at me very warmly.

And then…she stunned me!

“I know you are lying, Jess,” Dena said softly. “And I know you tried to escape. And you know what happens to liars.”

WHAT??????

“MMMMMMMMM!!!!” I shook my head vigorously back and forth. No, I’m not lying, is what I was indicating!

Dena bent down over me, grinning like the Cheshire Cat with that evil gleam. Her arms, exposed due peasant blouse she was wearing, had goosebumps. Dena was so excited, I could tell!

“How did our socks get on the floor – and one of them halfway across the room – if you stayed where we told you to stay?” Dena asked softly, her face an inch from mine and leaning in like a brutal inquisitor. “We left our socks in your lap for a reason – if they left your lap, we’d know you would have tried to escape!”

“MMMMMMM!!!!!” I screamed again, shaking my head and trying to vigorously deny it.

But Dena went and picked up her dark grey socks and Jamie went and picked up her red socks. They stood over me, the socks dangling from their hands.

“Sorry, honey, these socks don’t lie!” Jamie said. And she and Dena sat on either side of me, putting their socks back on their feet.

“But you do, lie, Jess!” Dena said. “This was your one chance, and you not only tried to escape, but you life to us. And for that, you will now be tortured to death! Jamie?”

And in a whirlwind, they both grabbed me and threw me to the floor and started tickling me with an evil, sadistic glee. They tickled every inch of my body and I was in agony, crying and laughing again. The taunted me the whole time.

“He must love being tickled, Dena. That’s why he tried to escape!” Jamie said, tickling my ribs and stomach.

“Silly little hostage – NO ONE escapes from us!” Dena said, tickling my neck which made me CRAZY and caused me to howl under the gag even louder. “When we tie you up, you STAY tied up.”

Dena kept crouching alongside me and tickling my neck in that light and agonizing fashion and I was pretty much out of control. Dena just looked down at me and did that thing she did with her mouth – opening it up a wide as it could go in a crazy, gleeful smile. Then she said, “Whassa matter baby? Are the mean kidnappers tickling you too badly?”

Dena finally stopped tickling my neck and by this point, this latest round of tickling had lasted 15 minutes. I was exhausted and hysterical.

“Jamie, get behind him and hold him!” Dena said, getting to her feet and moving to the futon. “It’s time for my feet to torture him again!”

Jamie did – I was spun around can facing the futon now. Jamie wrapped her socked feet around my middle and held my arms from behind. Dena sat on the futon, raced her grey-socked feet up, and began to tickle my upper body with them everywhere!

“My stinky feet will tickle you half to death! That’s how skilled I am with my feet!” Dena taunted, maneauvering her feet into my ribs, neck and armpits and tickling me mercilessly through her socks with her wiggling toes.

“MMMMMMMMEEEEEE!!!!” was all I could squeal. I was screaming under the gag and crying in such agony, but Dena kept tickle-torturing my whole upper body with her amazing feet. I couldn’t even thrash around because Jamie held me back too well.”

Dena kicked her feet out in front of her, pulled her socks up tight so her toes were jutting out and much as possible, and then jammed those feet into my ribs again. Tears were rolling down my face from the laughter and the agony.

“This is for trying to escape!” Dena said, sinking her socked feet into my armpits again while Jamie decided to start lightly tickle my neck from behind and I squirmed and squirmed to no avail. I was in such hysterics that I again dislodged the tapegag and was whimpering loudly. Jamie quickly put her hand over my mouth to quiet me. Dena tickled me with her stinky socked feet for at least 10 minutes.

“Yes, I am tickling you with my feet for trying to escape, Jessie! But for lying to us? Well, that requires one more special torture,” Dena said, finally taking her feet off me and stopping the tickling. Jamie released me from her hold.

Then Dena rolled me over and used the rope tying my hands to my feet to tie me into a hogtie, with my feet sticking straight in the air.

“There. Little piggies always wind up hogtied!” Dena said sharply. “Jamie, gag him with something – use your socks! I’ll be right back.”

Dena ran out of the room into the bathroom and I moaned through my uncontrollable giggles, “No…Jamie…please/…don’t…”

But Jamie pulled her red socks off and stuffed one into my mouth with very little resistance from me. “Sorry, sweetie. But we need to keep you quiet,” Jamie said, and then sat on the futon and placed her barefeet on my back while I lay hogtied on the floor. “Don’t you dare spit that sock out.”

Dena came back into the room with her hands behind her back, and I knew what was coming.

“Jamie, I need you to hold him down – put your feet across his back, under the hogtie. That way he can’t move,” Dena said, her hands till behind her back. Jamie obliged and sat next to me placed her feet over my back. So now I was bound hands and feet, gagged with Jamie’s sock stuffed in my mouth, and hogtied and pinned at Dena’s mercy.

“Surprise! One last tickle-torture device!” Dena said and produced her electric toothbrush, the brush gone and just the spindle showing. The most sadistic and brutal tickle torture device imaginable!

“Omigod!” Jamie said while I tried to thrash and scream with what little energy I had left. “That is going to feel like SUCH TORTURE! Where you gonna tickle him with that, Dena?”

“Where else? His feet!” Dena said and she grabbed my bound feet, sat down, scissored her legs to hold my feet in place, and turned on the toothbrush. I could hear the motor and that sinister whir.

I have to say, when the spindle of the brush hit my feet, it was maybe the most tickling feeling in the world. I was so sensitized at this point I felt like jumping out of my skin. But Dena tickled my helpless bare feet with the toothbrush for another 10 minutes. All I could do was bite down on the sock gag and scream into it. I didn’t dare spit it out, because it would only get worse.

“THIS is what you get for lying to us, honey! The feet tickling device from hell! Yes you do! Yes you do! This will teach you to never lie to your kidnappers again!” Dena lectured, all the time running the whirring brush over the balls and arches of my feet, down to my heels, and then up to the nailbeds on my toes. “You KNEW we would torture you more, and still you told a big stinking lie. And for that, I must tickle you to death!”

Jamie said at that point, “Dena, he is, like, crying SO hard. Maybe we should stop!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

That’s pretty much the sound I made.

“OK. I am just about done anyway. 10…9…” and Dena counted down to 0 and then turned the brush off. Then she came and lay down beside me on the floor on the right side, talking softly.

“Shhhhh. It’s OK. It’s over. Get those screams out – scream into the gag, and when you’re calm, we’ll take the gag out. Shhhhhhhh,’ Dena said, running her hands over my hot, teary face. It felt so good!

I just whimpered and giggled and in about 3 minutes of Dena doing that, I was calm. Dena reached down and pulled Jamie’s sock out of my mouth. It was drenched.

“Sorry Jame. Your sock got a little wet,’ Dena laughed and discarded it and Jamie’s other sock into her hamper. “I’ll wash them for you, don’t worry.”

Dena stepped in front of me and placed her grey-socked foot at my face. “Kiss my feet before I take you out of this hogtie!”

“Me too!” Jamie said, getting up and standing in front of me in her red sweats and bare feet.

With my face just off the ground, I reached my lips out and kissed Dena’s stinky socked feet, and then kissed Jamie’s bare feet (which didn’t smell as bad, but still not great). They both laughed. It was midnight.

“OK, I think I’ll go to bed,” Jamie said. “Are you OK getting him untied by yourself?”

“Oh sure,” Dena said. “I can untie any knot!”

“Goodnight Jessie,’ Jamie said, bending down to kiss my cheek. “Thanks for a great evening.” And on herb way out Jamie reached down to quickly tickle my feet, which were still hogtied up in the air. I giggled and squirmed and she stopped after about 5 seconds.

“Sorry – hard to resist,” Jamie said with a laugh.

“I know – it’s like chocolate, right?!” Dena said. “Couldn’t you just go on tickling him for the next 3 days!”

Jamie laughed and said goodnight and closed the door. Dena came down to me and untied my hogtie. Then she untied the ropes that bound my feet. That took 4-5 minutes – Jamie did a good job.

“Wow, Jamie did a great job tying you up! Maybe we should give her a membership into the Kidnap Boy Club, with me and Marissa!” Dena said, giggling.

“Yeah? Do we get to tie her up sometime?” I asked, finally composed and still jumpy.

“Hmmm….maybe!” Dena said. “Here, slide your hands under your feet to bring them in front of you.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

I obeyed and with Dena’s helped maneuvered so my hands were now cuffed in front of me.

“I thought it would be neat for you to brush your teeth with handcuffs on. Go!” Dena said with a laugh. “I’ll get the futon out for you.”

So I did, actually walking to the bathroom for the first time in hours and brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed. When I got back Dena’s feet were bare and she wore the same purple peasant blouse with her sweats. The futon was pulled out and made into a bed with a pillow and a blanket.

“Come here!” Dena said, sitting on the futon-bed. I did and sat next to her.

“Lay down,” she said, and I did. She gently took my arms and led them over my head. I didn’t resist – how could I – as Dena tied my hands gently over my head with rope to the futon frame. There was plenty of slack. I was laying on my back with my head on a pillow. This was awesome!

“Comfy?” Dena asked.

“I am, actually,” I said.

“Wanna sleep tied to the bed, with me next to you?” Dena asked softly.

“OK,” I whispered back. And Dena turned out the light and climbed into bed next to me, laying her head on my chest. This had been a new twist to some of our games in the last year – Dena almost “rewarding” me by tying me up and sleeping alongside me. She had done it once with Marissa and once by herself. She was kinky, no doubt, but she cared about me and wanted to made sure I enjoyed these torture-filled encounters.

She and I kissed for a moment and said goodnight. Dena whispered, “I love tying you up, Jessie. I planned this weeks ago – I didn’t tell Jamie because I didn’t want her to say no. If she objected, I wouldn’t have done it until after she went to bed.”

“You’re crazy, Dee. But I love it.” I said. "I thought of trying to talk you into tying me up this weekend but decided not to!"

"I will tie you up any time you want, honey," Dena said. "Any time at all."

And we drifted off to sleep a short time later.

Around 4 a.m. Dena got up to go to the bathroom and when she came back, she must have been feeling a little frisky, because I was then awoke to something (her socks!) being stuffed into my mouth!

“Sorry, honey. I just want to tickle you a little more. It’ll help me sleep!” Dena said, straddling me on the bed and then tickling my exposed neck and armpits for about 5 minutes. “THIS one will be our little secret, OK?”

Dena giggled as she finished tickling me. I finally stopped giggling a minute later and Dena then took her socks out of my mouth and discarded them on the floor.

“No more tickling, I promise. And I’ll untie you before Jamie gets up. Nighty night!” den said and put her arm around me and went to sleep. I got to sleep a few minutes later – the tickling left my hold body feel like on giant exposed nerve, but I was exhausted.

The next morning around 8 I awoke to find Dena untying my hands from the futon and taking off my handcuffs. I glanced up at her, bleary-eyed and barely awake, and she winked at me. She then put the handcuffs away and crawled into her own bed. Everything that had happened between midnight and morning remained our secret.

This was one no doubt the most brutal – and I guess best – of the post-high school times Dena tied me up. God she was the best!

KB

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby ducttapeboy001 » Sat Jul 17, 2010 9:38 pm

Yepp,, Great story
You should have put it in parts, atleast 3 parts, then it would create suspense and reader will want to read more.

So next time split it in parts and write.


Dena, hehe she is one evil being, tickled till you cry, that must have been extreme torture.
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive

You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby luckydog3 » Thu Jul 22, 2010 2:55 am

I disagree. Do not bother with "parts".

Your stories are the best ones out here. Keep it up, and now I wait until you post the next one!

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby dex » Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:16 pm

nice, sounds like you were pushed pretty far, but why try to escape, seems foolsih to me :?
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:28 am

dex wrote:nice, sounds like you were pushed pretty far, but why try to escape, seems foolsih to me :?

Because for some people it can be part of the fun. If they succeed, they can turn the tables. If they fail, they get to be tortured some more. For some people that's a win-win situation.
I don't know how I missed noticing this story before. It's been a very enjoyable read. I'd have loved experiencing this myself.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby dex » Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:48 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:
dex wrote:nice, sounds like you were pushed pretty far, but why try to escape, seems foolsih to me :?

Because for some people it can be part of the fun. If they succeed, they can turn the tables. If they fail, they get to be tortured some more. For some people that's a win-win situation.
I don't know how I missed noticing this story before. It's been a very enjoyable read. I'd have loved experiencing this myself.



ahh yes good point that, i would have kept still though, i hate being tickled
Being bisexual is the worst of any world because you don't really belong anywhere, because you are never sure of yourself or those around you. You can't trust in anyone, their motives or their intentions. And because of that, you have no true identity.

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby milagros317 » Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:02 pm

Fabulous story! I love all of your Dena stories. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby canuck100 » Mon Aug 16, 2010 1:46 pm

milagros317 wrote:Fabulous story! I love all of your Dena stories. :D


Same here. I love all of your stories, but this is now my favorite one!

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby Jay Feely » Thu Sep 02, 2010 6:43 am

Nice Story. It was very descriptive.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

Re: Visiting Dena At College - f/m, ff/m

Postby fuegoski » Mon Apr 07, 2014 9:03 pm

Wow this girls is the best