Birthday Revenge

Postby theseeker » Thu Mar 05, 2009 6:41 pm

I walked into the massage parlor feeling pretty damn good. It was my eighteenth birthday, after all, and it had been a great one up that point. I woke up to an incredible breakfast-in-bed, cooked in cooperation from my mother and my girlfriend. Two eggs over easy, three pancakes with butter and syrup, tall glass of orange juice, and an iced strawberry pop tart for dessert - that’s about all one could ask for on the morning of his eighteenth year. My girlfriend, Michelle, cleaned up for me before heading off to work, but left me with an incredibly sexy birthday kiss. I couldn’t stop smiling for the next five minutes after it. My parents had given me the usual pile of birthday-type gifts; socks and underwear, sweatshirts and pants, that sort of thing, but at the end of the gift-giving, and after the cake-eating, my dad walked me outside and handed me the keys to his Chevy Malibu.
“Yours now kid,” He had said with a big grin on his face, the cigarette drooping out of the corner of his mouth. “Be good to her, huh?”
It wasn’t in the best of shape, and it certainly wasn’t new, but I wasn’t going to complain. I had my first car. My first real car. I thanked him more times than I can count and ran upstairs to get dressed. It was when I was coming back down and heading for the door that they gave me the coupon.
“Now you have somewhere to drive to with your own car,” My mom told me cheerily and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
The words “Sunset Parlor” stood out in bold letters, and below that the words “Massage/Aromatherapy/Acupuncture available”. I thought the gift was a little odd, being that neither I or my family every attended such things, but I was thankful for it anyway. I tucked it into my back pocket and headed out to go drive to every friends house I had to show off my new wheels.
And that is what I did on my eighteenth, up until around six o’clock when I realized if I wanted to cash in my birthday coupon- which I didn’t really, but wanted to go just to please my parents who probably spent some good money on it -I had to get there soon.
So I went.
What a mistake.
I walked in feeling pretty damn good, that much is true. The place was a small little rectangle-shaped building off the main shopping plaza in the city. It’s big, colorful banner greeted my Malibu as I parked in the lot with the words “Sunset Parlor” and a large cartoon-styled drawing of a couple holding hands under a sunset. It looked nice. When I got inside, the place had a very sterile, but peaceful, atmosphere. The walls and floor of the lobby were plain white, and the couch and chairs in the waiting area matched. A pleasant smell was drifting from somewhere though. It smelled like cinnamon incense.
I had a seat in a big, puffy white chair, but not a minute later the receptionist window slid open and a cute girl with a dark ponytail was grinning at me and motioning me over.
“Hi,” I said returning the smile and sticking out my coupon.
“Birthday boy?” She asked before even seeing it.
“Uh, yea,” I answered and gave an awkward laugh. Cute girls made me do that from time to time.
“You can go right in that door,” She said pointing out a door to my left. “Yours is the second room to the left off the hallway.” She smiled again and I barely smiled back before she slid closed the window again.
I strolled over and went inside, down the hall, and into the second room on the left.
Horror filled me. There was a guy in there!
“Oh… hi.” I said awkwardly and waved. “Are… you the…”
“The masseuse? Heh, no. Don’t worry,” He said and grinned. “I’m just leaving.”
“Oh,” I said, letting out a sigh of relief. “No offense or anything, I just pictured a woman.”
“None taken.” He said and side-stepped me.
“Hey so what do I do?” I asked him as he stepped into the hall.
“Oh, your masseuse will be in in a moment. You can take off your clothes and lie on the table for her.”
“All my clothes?” I asked nervously, not comfortable with the idea at all.
“If you want. If not, you can leave your socks and shirt and shorts on. You won’t offend anyone.”
“Heh, thanks.” I nodded and he closed the door.
I decided to take him up the offer, so I left my socks, shirt and basketball shorts on. I kicked my shoes and pants off to the underside of a bench next to the massage table. I was very thankful for having worn basketball shorts that day.
The table stood about four feet off the ground. I pressed my finger into it and it sank in two inches. I nodded my approval and hopped up onto it. There was a long blue sheet that was tucked into one side, the other side of it ran to the floor next to the table and piled there untidily. At one end was a face-size holed that I could only guess was for my face. I was pretty smart. I shrugged my shoulders and laid down into it. My body sunk into the comfortable top of the table, and my head seemed to be absorbed into the face-hole. I was already feeling extremely relaxed, and no one had even touched me yet!
I closed my eyes, and I was practically drifting to sleep when the door finally opened. I lifted my head but just as I caught a glimpse of the girl, she had passed me on my side. I craned my neck around to get a look at her, but she disappeared by my feet. It didn’t matter, I’d seen enough. She was even cuter than the receptionist! She had light brown hair that was pulled into a short ponytail and she looked to be in good shape. I began to enjoy the idea of the massage much more than I previously had.
“Hi,” She said from behind me.
“Hi,” I said from my face hole. “Should I sit up, or…?”
“No, you’re perfect,” She said and let her hand fall on my calf. I grinned. “Sean, right?”
“Yep, that’s me.”
“How are you today?”
“Um, really good, actually.”
“Yeah? That’s good to hear,” She said, and now she walked to the right of my head. She was doing something at her table, and from my face hole I could only see her calves, which looked tanned and toned, and her white shoes and ankle socks. “Have you ever been massaged before?”
“No. This is my first time.”
She let out a playful laugh and said, “Well, we’re going to have to loosen you up then.”
“Sure,” I said, probably sounding like a goof. Her calves and feet disappeared to my right.
“Let’s get these off, huh?” She asked and I felt her hands around one of my ankles. She peeled off my socks before waiting for an answer.
“Oh, yea… I didn’t know what to take off or whatever.” I watched my socks get tossed next to my pants and shoes on the floor.
“You got sensitive feet?” She asked and began to rub her thumbs into the sole of my foot.
“Sensitive feet?” I echoed confused.
“Some people keep their socks on, and even their shoes sometimes, because they can’t stand having their feet touched. One wrong move and-”
I felt a tingling itch at my foot and an uncontrollable spasm went through my whole leg. I let out a loud laugh before biting my lip and getting my composure. I heard her laugh from behind me.
“See?” She said, and I could hear the smile on her face.
“Yeah, I guess I do then.”
“That’s good. That means your body will be more responsive to whatever I do to it.” And then she dug her hands in between my shoulder blades. A great-feeling wave of pleasure happened there and I felt my whole upper body go loose. “See?” She asked. “But before we get into that… I’m going to give you a special treatment.”
“Hmmm?” I questioned, still feeling super-relaxed.
“That’s good. Just keep your body loose.”
I let out a long breath of air and settled into the massage bed a bit more. I was really enjoying the whole experience. That’s when she started wrapping me.
The blue sheet that had been tucked into one side of the massage table was apparently there for good reason. I felt the blanket thrown over my body and heard the pile drop to the opposite side of the table. I frowned and opened my eyes.
“What is this called?”
“Shhhh, just stay in your quiet place. Think of pleasant images. This will help your… unwrap yourself. Now try and lift your body up a little for me.”
I thought ‘what-the-heck’ and did as she requested. I slowly used my kneed and shoulders to push my body up a little, and under me the sheet went. Over to the other side the masseuse went, and then around my entire body the sheet went. We repeated this five times, and by the sixth time I was having trouble getting my body up. My legs and arms weren’t moving so well by that point.
“What is this called again?” I asked, testing my movement range by wriggling around a bit in the sheet.
She suddenly yanked the loose end, and the whole wrap tightened around me. I felt my arms pin down to my sides and my knees bang into one another.
“The wrap,” She said and I could have sworn I heard her stifle a laugh at the end.
“Kind of tight, huh?” I asked a little nervously.
“Quiet place,” She said as I felt her begin to tighten up the wrap around my ankles.
Another tickle surge shot up my leg and I instinctively tried to jerk my feet, but the sheet had been wrapped too well, and they stayed right where they were.
“Sorry,” She said, and again it seemed as if she was on the verge of laughing.
I swallowed and forced a short laugh. My feet, bare and exposed, felt very naked down by her hands. They were the only part of me, save my head, not wrapped up.
“You know, maybe we should just skip this part of it and get back to the massage,” I finally spit out, wriggling around in the sheet. I couldn’t move an inch.
I heard her let out a sigh, then her legs popped into my view. She was back at her table. I heard her get something out, then she came beside me.
“Lift your head please,” She said. I was curious as to why, but I did so anyway. “This will help you find your quiet place,” She said, and before I got a change to look at her, a black sleeping mask was pulled over my eyes. I began to ask why I needed to be blindfolded for it when a thick cloth jammed between my lips.
“Phummmph. Merphm.” Is what came out as I felt her knotting the cloth behind my head. I was a slow learner, and it took me till that moment to figure out something was very wrong about the situation.
“MMMMMPH!” I shouted out and violently shook my head. I wanted out! Out of the sleeping mask and the… the GAG! She had gagged me! I wanted out of the sheet and out of the building too! I just wanted to be back in my Malibu!
That’s when the tickling started.
Her fingers danced on the soles of my feet, sending wave after wave of spasm through my legs and feet. I chomped down on the rag in my mouth and wriggled my body around as much as I could, but the massage table was just too deep. I was sunk into my own prison. The sheets around my body kept my arms and legs pinned against each other, and my ankles were wrapped so tight that my feet were just stuck there, bare and ready for her fingers to attack. And she did attack. She went up and down and back and forth, and every time she stopped, it was only for a few seconds before she started again. She did this for what seemed like forever before finally dropping my ankles. I grunted and shouted and writhed and wriggled. She flipped me onto my back and pulled the sleeping mask off my eyes.
The face was vaguely familiar at first, I couldn’t quiet place it. But when she said, “Hello kiddo!” And smiled at me, It came together.
“Phammel?” I questioned, meaning to say ‘Danielle’?
Danielle was my babysitter for a good two-to-three years when I was growing up. She stopped doing it when I was around twelve.
“Hiya!” She said cheerily. “Happy to see me Seany? I’m sure happy to see you. Happy birthday!”
“Phammel!? Merph phum phammeruphm?”
“Oh, heh, let me just…” She said and pulled the gag out of my mouth. “Sorry, didn’t want you freaking out the other customers. We’re almost closed though, so thanks for coming so late.”
“Danielle,” I began slowly, “Why the HELL did you that?”
“Payback,” She said casually and rested her chin on her hand.
“What!?”
“Payback.”
“..for..?”
“Your eighteen now. The last year I babysat you I was eighteen.”
“OK…”
“And you made that year hell Sean! You were always being a little bastard, running around and throwing stuff and making a mess, but the worst part was when I turned eighteen! Do you remember that?”
“No!”
“Of course not! Just another day of torturing the babysitter for you, but it was my birthday! I had plans to go out that night after babysitting you, but you just had to get wild and tie me up, right?”
I thought back. I had tied her up so many times… no one particular time stood out in my head.
“Danielle! I was TWELVE!”
“Well now you’re eighteen. And revenge is sweet.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Unwrap me would ya?”
She laughed.
“You think this is over? Kiddo, I got bad news for you. Your parents gave you up for the whole weekend!”
“What!? What do you mean!? My parents!? Danielle! MMMMMM!”
“Shhhh.” She said and put her hand over my mouth. “Quiet place.” She grinned.





to be continued...
Last edited by theseeker on Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:49 pm, edited 4 times in total.

Re: Birthday Revenge

Postby im_a_slave_girl » Thu Mar 05, 2009 8:39 pm

OMG I love this.. I cant wait for the next part.

Re: Birthday Revenge

Postby theseeker » Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:28 pm

I was shouting at Danielle from beneath her hand, not doing a very efficient job, when the door opened up and I heard a gasp from the hallway outside. I craned my head back and up and to my extreme embarrassment I saw the cute receptionist girl standing there with her hands over her mouth and her eyes wide.
“Geeze Dani!” She exclaimed. “I never knew you were so kinky!”
“Shut up and get in here and close that door,” Danielle said, keeping one hand clamped over my mouth. I wanted my head to disappear into the sheet now that the other girl was in the room. It was one of the most embarrassing things I could imagine being wrapped up like an idiot in front of her.
She walked over beside us and a sympathetic expression came over her face, but at the same time she couldn’t hold back a smile.
“I’m so sorry for you,” She said and tilted her head.
“Don’t be sorry. If you knew how many times the little creep tied me up and left me in closets and garages, you’d understand.”
“Yeah, well the last customer just left so you’d better get this show on the road. If Eric finds out you did this on work hours…”
“Yea, yeah. Alright then. Are you still going to help me, or do you feel too bad for this little jerk now?” Danielle asked and squeezed my mouth and shook my head a little. I stayed quiet. It would be too embarrassing to make a fool of myself trying to talk and getting nothings but ‘Mmmphs’.
The receptionist girl sighed and shrugged her shoulders before saying, “Let’s do it then.”
Danielle slipped the gag around my neck back into my mouth, much to the other girls giggling delight, and went back to her little desk.
“You really have him trussed up tight here!” The girl stated as she walked around the table looking up my ‘wrap’. I felt my face go red when she looked me in the eye and said, “How did you let her do this to you?”, and laughed.
Danielle joined her down by me feet, and now she had a roll of duct tape in her hands and a mischievous grin on her face. The receptionist girl shook her head and stepped to the side as Danielle hoisted my ankles off the tables and began wrapping the tape around them. The duct tape made a horrible loud and (to my ears, at least) horrifying sound. It sounded like I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. She had wrapped them six or seven times before letting them fall back to the table, but before she moved to my side she trickled her finger from the bottoms of my soles to the top. I grunted into the gag and jerked my legs, but they were even more immobilized then before. The receptionist girl smiled and shook her head again.
“Your cruel,” She told Danielle and sat on a chair at the end of the room.
“Ok Sean, sit up for me, would you?” Danielle asked, placing the duct tape on my legs and her hands on her hips. I stared at her in disbelief. Did she really think I was going to cooperate. “Come on Seany, don’t make me go back to those sensitive feet of yours!” I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat at the thought and tried to sit up. “Good boy.”
She helped me to a sitting position and picked up the tape. She began wrapping it around me right below my neckline. I watched her evil hands pass the roll of duct tape around me half a dozen times before she took the end in her teeth and ripped it off. She smiled at me before ripping more off and running it around my waist right over my wrists. She finished, looked me over, and decided I needed another layer around my chest, so she went to work there too. The whole time I could feel the cute receptionist girls eyes on me.
“How cute is our little caterpillar now, Kate?” Danielle asked and ‘displayed’ me to her friend. The receptionist, Kate, gave a golf clap but continued shaking her head in disapproval. “Ok then, I think we’re ready to move him.”
“Merph me? Muph oo you meeph?” I couldn’t help but ask, the panic of being taken outside of the room hit me.
“Yes ‘merph’ you!” She said putting her face close to mine and shaking her head. “And apparently gag you better. Your still too noisy! I want those lips shut until I tell them to open!”
“Oh my god,” Kate laughed and put her hand to her face. Danielle looked back at her and laughed too. “You’re actually enjoying playing the evil dominatrix roll, aren’t you?”
“A little, maybe,” Danielle replied and nodded. The both laughed again.
She ripped off a strip of duct tape and put her finger to her lips.
“Please don’t yell when I take that cloth out Sean, you’ll just make it worse on yourself.”
I stared at her blankly.
She pulled the gag out and I thought about yelling, but then I thought of my poor bare feet, stuck out and exposed at the end of the table and changed my mind. She slapped the strip of duct tape over my lips and smoothed it down with her fingers.
“Good boy,” She said and ripped off another piece. She stuck that one slightly above the last, and when it was smoothed down, she put a third slightly below the other two. I shifted my lips around underneath all the tape and they felt sticky and hard to move.
“I think that’s enough tape,” Kate said and stood up. “That’s going to kill his face when you take it off.”
“Who says I’m going to take it off?” Danielle joked (I hoped) and they shared a laugh again.
“Well, it’s past 7:30, we should be able to get him out no problem. The only one still in the building should be Sandra,” Kate said and pointed to the clock. I could only guess in terror where they were ‘getting me out’ to.
Danielle moved behind my head and came back a few seconds later. She was dangling my car keys in front of my face.
“So Mr. Miller finally gave you the keys to the Malibu. Spoiled brat!” She teased and slipped the keys into her pocket.
“Mmmm!” I protested. There was no way she was driving my car.
“What?” She asked and leaned her head towards me as if trying to hear better.
“Mmm-mmm! MMM!” I mumbled and shook my head. I realized how stupid I must have looked, but at that point I didn’t care. That was MY car!
“I can’t make out a word he’s saying! Can you, Kate?” She teased and grinned.
“Shut up Danielle. Let’s go already,” She replied and stood in front of my feet.
Danielle looked at me fuming, smiled, and kissed me on the cheek before stepping to my side and getting her arms around my shoulders. They were going to carry me out of the building like a package! A wrapped up, gagged and barefoot package!
Kate dug her hands under my ankles and they lifted me off to the side of the massage table. My weight surprised them both and we all almost crashed to the floor. They managed to hold me up just inches from it.
“Wow! I never moved a body before! This is hard!” Kate said, struggling to keep me up. She was wearing a loose-fit shirt and the fabric was dangling against the soles of my feet. I couldn’t help but jerk around.
“Stop fighting Sean!” Danielle cried out from behind me. I mumbled into the gag and nodded my head towards Kate. She must have noticed my feet twitching because she said, “Kate, it’s your shirt. It’s tickling him!”
They laughed again.
“Can’t you put some socks or shoes on the poor kid Dani?”
“Just tie your shirt back.”
Kate did just that, and then the two of them were lumbering through the room with me in their arms like construction workers. I didn’t put up much of a fight due to the simple fact that I didn’t want to be dropped. We got out in the hall and then I was being bobbled down the bright hallway, nothing to stare at but the bright fluorescents above me. I glanced down at the Kate girl, and she looked dead tired already. They were going to have to take a break soon, or I was sure to be dropped. They made it all the way to the lobby doors before Kate set my feet on the linoleum floor. Danielle slowly lowered my upper body. I looked outside and saw the sun was just about gone. The parking lot was empty except for my lonely Malibu that was about to be hijacked with it’s driver bound and gagged in it like an idiot.
The two girls were leaning over, hands on thighs, and taking deep breaths.
“Remind me to never help you with something this crazy again, will you?” Kate said.
“Oh shut up. You’re enjoying it. Lugging around a helpless guy,” Danielle teased.
“No I’m not!” Kate shot back and I seen her face redden a little.
“If you say so,” Danielle replied and laughed. “I’m going to go pull up his car so we don’t have to go dragging a body across a parking lot.”
“Good idea.”
Danielle headed outside, unlocking the lobby doors with a key, and Kate stood at the window and watched her. After a few minutes she glanced down at me.
“I really am sorry about this,” She said sympathetically and shook her head. “Danielle said your parents were Ok with it though, and Dani’s a pretty sane person,” She joked. “She won’t be too mean to ya.”
I didn’t really know what to do so I just averted my eyes to the ceiling and waited in awkward silence for Danielle to come back so I could be hauled off to my car. I tested my wrist movement, they were pinned tightly to my sides. I wriggled my legs a bit, they weren’t going anywhere due to the dozen or so wraps around my ankles with duct tape. Just to see, I tried to open my mouth. The duct tape gave me a firm ‘no’ and kept my lips sealed against one another. I had no clue what I was going to do.
Danielle finally came back, and I could see my car parked right up to the curb outside. Thankfully, the trunk wasn’t open.
“Ok sister, let’s do this,” She said and hoisted me up by my shoulders. Kate grabbed my ankles again and then I was slowly heading through the lobbies double doors, outside across the sidewalk, and into the open door to my backseat. Danielle got in ass first and led my upper body in with her. Kate carefully guided my legs and feet in. Then it was done. Danielle hopped out the other door, circled to the side by my feet and slammed the door. I heard her exchange a few words with Kate outside and then Kate disappeared and Danielle got into the drivers seat. She looked back at me.
“This is exciting, isn’t it Sean? It’s like a real-life kidnapping!”
If there wasn’t three heavy layers of duct tape keeping my mouth shut, I would have probably cursed her out right there and then. But as it was, I was forced to remain quiet, my wrists and ankles immobilized, my lips sealed, and my bare feet jutting out of the blanket like a weak point in my armor. Danielle smirked at me.
“Time for you to visit MY house, Seanny!”

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 2)

Postby im_a_slave_girl » Fri Mar 06, 2009 8:49 pm

i love it.. is there more?? :gag: :tied: :tickle:

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 2)

Postby theseeker » Fri Mar 06, 2009 9:24 pm

The car ride was pretty short. I was forced to listen to terrible pop music from the local KWIP station the whole way, but it was better than listening to Danielle’s mouth. I considered trying to sit up and get seen by someone through the back windows, but it would have just been embarrassing for me, and I would have likely paid for it when we got to her house. I was still in partial disbelief that I was being taken to her house. I would have never guessed six years ago the stupid pranks I pulled on Danielle would lead me here, bound and gagged in the backseat of my own vehicle.
We eventually pulled onto a curb and Danielle killed the ignition. The terrible pop music died with it, and then she looked back at me with that same devilish grin on her face.
“We’re heeeere!” She exclaimed excitedly and clapped her hands.
I fought my way into a sitting position and looked around. We were parked in front of a large white house on a seemingly quiet street. The double mailboxes and numbers on the porch meant it was a double-block apartment. I moaned a little into my gag. I didn’t want to go in there.
“Bet your sorry you were such a little dick when you were a kid now, huh?” She asked and rested her chin on her hand. Her eyes were scanning my wrapped body up and down, her grin widening with every second. “Remember when you tied me to your kitchen chair and decided to ‘paint’ my face with peanut butter?”
Despite my gloomy predicament, I laughed under the gag. I remembered. It was hilarious.
“Oh!? You find that funny? You know what I find funny? Tickling you!”
And she launched her arms into the backseat and her fingers found my ribs. I screamed into the tape, but it was barely audible. My abs tightened and my torso uncontrollably jerked from side to side trying to escape her thin, prying fingers. She finally stopped after about a minute of that.
“Oh, god Sean. You are SO in for it,” She said and swept some of the hair that had fallen out of her pony tail behind her ears.
I heard a second car pull up behind us. Danielle looked back, grinned, and got out. The sun was completely gone and the street lights were just starting to come alive.
A few seconds later and the door behind my head popped open. I looked up to see Danielle with Kate beside her. I grunted my dissatisfaction.
I didn’t put up any fight as they yanked me out and repeated their slow, lumbering process of hauling me around. They made it up the short series of porch steps, through the front door and into a large living room/kitchen hybrid. The place was actually pretty nice. The carpet was a thick, furry, navy blue thing. It ended three quarters of the way into the room and gave way to a white linoleum kitchen floor. An oval-shaped wooden table split the two rooms and nothing else. There was an overhead fan that was on very low, a decent-sized TV in an entertainment stand against the far wall, and a three-piece matching set of couch, love seat and recliner around it. A dim lamp on an end table and the suns last light were the only light.
They lugged me to the couch and flopped me down on it. I sunk in, just like on the massage table, and glared up at Danielle.
“Ok, mam. My job as your accomplice is done here,” Kate said and brushed off her hands. “Now take me home and far away from the rest of this evil operation.” She pulled out Danielle’s keys (she must have followed us in her car) and handed them to her.
“Can I trust you to behave for fifteen minutes?” Danielle asked, stooping low so she was at eye level with me.
“Dani, does it really look like he’s going anywhere? He’s wrapped up tighter than a Christmas present.”
“Yeah, I guess… I don’t want to leave him alone gagged though. It doesn’t seem safe,” Danielle said, and for the first time showed her human side.
“Well take the tape off the kids mouth then!” Kate said.
Danielle slipped her fingers under the ends of the tape and ripped all three pieces off in one quick motion.
“Aaaammmmmm!” I started to yell, but was cut off my Danielle’s hand.
“See, this is why you have to keep your man gagged,” She teased, looking up at Kate. “They’re so noisy!”
“Ok, take your hand off his mouth and let’s go already!” Kate said, sounding a little agitated. “You’ve got a whole weekend to do this crap to him.”
I didn’t like the sound of that. Not at all. Danielle took her hand away and stood up, watching me to see if I was going to yell. I didn’t, but I sure had a lot to say.
“Danielle, for gods sakes there has to be another way of paying you back for all the crap I did when I was a kid!” I pleaded, finally free to speak. “Can’t we talk this over or something! I’ve got plans this weekend! Please!”
She shared a look with Kate, who shook her head and walked towards the front door.
“Just… just unwrap me from this god damn thing! I want my freedom! Danielle! Come on!!”
“No way Sean, you’re not talking you way out of this. This is fair. It’s one stinking weekend, and then your free to go. You might even enjoy yourself!” She said and gave me a little knee to the side.
“Enjoy!? ENJOY!? You KNOW I can’t stand being tickled! I’ve hated it since I was a little kid and YOU used to do it to me all the time!” I shouted, growing louder and more angry.
“I know you hate it, that’s why I’ve been doing it to you and am going to CONTINUE doing it to you. You hate it just like I hated being HOGTIED and having COOKIES shoved in my shirt.”
“You let me hogtie you!”
“Yea, well… I never agreed to cookies!” She shot back and folded her arms across her chest.
“Just unwrap me will you? Can’t you extract your evil revenge plan some other weekend!? I’ll even come back to the massage place and pretend this never happened! JUST UNTIE ME!”
She began to say something, stopped, and spun around heading for the kitchen.
“Danielle?” I called out. Kate was waiting by the door impatiently tapping her foot. “Can’t you get her to let me go?” I pleaded. She put up her hands and shrugged.
“Sorry,” She said apologetically. “I’m staying out of this.”
Danielle came back around to the front of the couch, and now she held a big red apple in her hand.
“Remember when you shoved one of these in my mouth?” She asked and sat next to my chest on the edge of the couch.
“Oh Danielle, come on! You- GARPH!”
She wedged the damn thing right into my mouth. My jaw was forced downwards to accept the large piece of fruit into it. My teeth sank into it and I felt it find a snug little hold practically near the back of my teeth. I tried to speak but now I couldn’t even make any ‘mmmph’s. I tried spitting it out but it was wedged in too firmly. I attempted to push it with my tongue, but I didn’t have any room to maneuver it. She had crammed it in so far that I could barely move my jaw.
“A much more suitable gag for a big mouth like yourself,” She taunted and gave my cheek a gentle slap. I made a weak-sounding noise from behind the apple that made me feel more helpless then ever. “Now, while your sucking on that you can give your mouth a rest and think about how stupid you sounded before. Let you go? Not until we’re done Sean, and we’re not done till I say.”
“Wow… you’re crossing into psycho territory here Danielle. You just shoved a piece of fruit into a guys mouth,” Kate said and nearly laughed. “That’s fruit abuse.”
“Well, at least he can breath through his mouth now, and there’s no way he’s choking on that. If anything, he’ll be able to spit it out… but I’ll fix that when I get back,” She said and smirked at me. “Stay good.”
Then they left.
As soon as I heard the car pull away I became a madman. I wriggled around, pulling my wrists up and down and trying my best to kick my feet. I bent my knees and shot my legs out several times, and then I started twisting my shoulders back and forth. There had to be a way out of the wrap I was in. I managed to sit up, and from there I shook my body around some more, desperately yanking my wrists upwards, trying to break the layers of tape around them. I stomped my feet for no real good reason besides frustration and shouted into my apple-gag. Some saliva was forming in my mouth, but it was impossible to swallow with my jaw wedged open. I groaned and shook my head. The apple didn’t move. I tried forcing my jaw wider so I could push it out with my tongue, but it was too deep in and was caught on my teeth. I felt myself start to sweat under the blanket. I couldn’t do anything. Not a damn thing. I sat back into the couch and slumped my shoulders. Some saliva fell from the corner of my outstretched lips.
I was getting ready to go at it for round two of my frantic struggle when I heard the front door open. I looked at the digital clock on top of the entertainment stand. Less than 10 minutes had passed since Danielle left. She said it would be 15, unless she was lying. I stared at the little entranceway between the front hall and the living room.
A new girl walked through it. I would have been embarrassed, but I honestly didn’t think I had any left in me. She looked more embarrassed than I was.
She was a skinny girl with shoulder-length blond hair and a pair of glasses with vibrant blue eyes behind them. She was holding a collection of books in her left hand and keys in the other. When she saw me, she dropped the books.
“Oh…” Was all she could muster as she awkwardly looked at me, then scooped down to pick up her books. “Uh… hi,” She said and waved, then quickly went up the stairs to the second floor.
Three people had seen me tied up like this now. More saliva slipped out of the corner of my mouth.
It was three minutes before I heard her coming back down the stairs. When she got to the bottom she turned to me and stopped.
“Um… sorry about before, it just… you took me by surprise. I’m Danielle’s roommate,” She told me and put up her hand to wave again. “I guess… your Sean, right?”
I nodded.
“This is kind of weird… um… is Danielle here anywhere by some chance?”
I shook my head.
“Is she coming back soon or…?”
I nodded.
“Oh, Ok. Not that you can’t, like, be here or whatever. I’m just saying-
I cut her off by making a noise, lifting my head, and motioning to the apple in my mouth with my eyes. She looked surprised and hesitant.
“Well… Ok.”
She walked over to me and sat next to me on the couch.
“I’m Emily by the way,” She told me as she studied the apple in my mouth. “Danielle is kind of a bitch, huh?” She asked and smiled.
I nodded, anxious to get the gag out of my mouth.
She gripped the apple with her left hand and placed her right on my shoulder. I saw her grimace (probably because of the spit) as she began trying to unwedge it. I did my best to help with my jaw and tongue, and soon enough it was out. She held it delicately, still grimacing, and placed it on the glass table in front of the couch.
“Thank you,” I said, moving my jaw around to work it out of numbness.
She got up and disappeared into the kitchen, reemerging a few seconds later with a paper towel. She sat back down and gently wiped my face and neck dry.
“Thank you,” I repeated genuinely.
“Boy, you must have done some bad stuff to her when you were a kid to deserve this,” Emily stated and shook her head.
“I guess so,” I said, knowing that wasn’t true at all.
“So she told me she was going to do this, sort of, but she didn’t say how,” Emily began, grinning a little. “How exactly DID she manage to get you wrapped up like a carpet anyway?”
“Massage table. My parents were in on it. They gave me a ‘coupon’ to her place.”
Emily laughed, quickly covered her mouth, and apologized for doing so.
“It’s Ok. It actually is kind of funny I guess. I mean look at me, I look like a giant cigarette.”
She laughed again and for the first time in awhile I smiled. She looked me up and down.
“Where are your shoes?” She asked.
“I think she left them at the massage place. She’s been… tickling me all day,” I said. It hurt to even say the WORD tickle. I didn’t want to think about it.
“Oh god, I thought so,” Emily said and shook her head. “I feel bad for you.”
“Yeah, everyone seems to. No one can untie me though,” I said and gave her a funny look. She shrugged her shoulder and gave a half smile.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, I figured. I’ll get out of this sometime though, and when I do, Danielle is going to be the human burrito!”
Emily laughed again and I realized I liked her. I thought of Michelle back at home. I wondered if she even knew what was happening to me right now.
“Can you even move at all under there?” Emily questioned.
I gave her another funny look and said, “Are you making fun of me?”
She laughed and put up her hands.
“No, I swear! I’m just curious!”
“No I can’t move! I couldn’t even speak until you just took that apple out of my mouth.”
“Geeze, she sure likes doing this kind of stuff.”
“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.
“Well, sometimes she’ll go in her room with her boyfriend and I hear him, like… you know,” She said and suddenly clamped her hand over her own mouth. “Mmmmmmm!” She took it away. “She’s a bit dominate, I guess.”
“I’d say so,” I agreed.
“She’s always tickling too. She tickles her boyfriends… she’ll even tickle ME if I’m not careful,” Emily said and then she raised her leg up and put her foot on the table. She was wearing a high black sock. “I always wear protection.”
I laughed at that before saying, “Wow, I wonder if she does all that because of what I used to do to her when we were younger…”
“If that’s true, your responsible for a LOT of poor guys rope burns and tickled feet.”
She laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh with her, it was contagious.
Just then we both heard the car pull up outside, and I knew our pleasant little conversation was at an end.
“Well, thanks for taking that thing out of my mouth,” I said.
She smirked, nodded, and headed into the kitchen.
Danielle walked in a few moments later.
“Hey Em,” She said to Emily and then focused on me. “So, you met Sean? Did you take that apple out of his mouth or did he manage it himself?”
“He was actually completely untied when I got here. I wrapped him back up for you though,” She said from the kitchen.
“Ha-ha,” Danielle said dryly and reached into a bag she had around her arm. “Picture time Seany!”
“Come on Danielle…” I groaned.
She whipped out a cheap Kodak throw-away and instantly snapped three pictures of me just sitting there. She approached me with a grin and sat next to me and snapped a few more, one of them with both of us in it. She hopped on my lap and took one of herself kissing my cheek, and another one of her pinching my nose and making a goofy face. I sat quietly and stone-faced the entire time.
“There,” She said when apparently she was satisfied. “Now I’ve got some blackmail. You better start cooperating or these are going up on the internet!”
“Danielle… you have me tied up and at your mercy. What could you possibly need me to cooperate with?”
“I’m unwrapping you.”
“Really!?” I practically shouted. I felt a surge of excitement in my body.
“Don’t get too happy, I’m not letting you go,” She said and reached into the bag again. “But you are going to have to use the bathroom and stuff probably soon, right?”
I nodded.
She produced a large bundle or white cotton rope, looped around a cardboard piece and said, “How do you feel about rope?”, and grinned.
“If it gets me out of this sheet, I love it,” I replied honestly.
“Good. Then don’t try anything stupid when I’m making the switch.”
She sat beside me and began peeling away the tape around my shoulders. I was thrilled to get out of the sheet, it was getting so damn hot under it. When the tape was all gone the sheet fell away to the next layer of tape. My arms were greeted by cool air and I let out a long breath of air. She began unwrapping the piece that was pinning my wrists down. I thought of escape. I wondered if Emily would do anything, after all she did seem to like me. I could probably overpower Danielle and get myself free of the rest of the sheet, but the two of them would be a trial. These thoughts ran through my head in a matter of seconds, and before I knew it, Danielle had my arms free, but quickly joined my wrists in front of my stomach and began looping the rope around them. I instinctively tried to pull away, but she yanked it tight, and my wrists slammed into each other. She wound more rope around them vertically, cinching them together and then she knotted it below my hands, placing the knot well out of my fingers reach. Emily must have been telling the truth about her tying people up a lot, because when I tested my bonds, they felt very tight with no give at all. It didn’t hurt though, surprisingly, and I was thankful for that.
“There we are. Snug?” She asked as she started unwrapping my ankles.
“Wonderful,” I said dryly, itching to get the sheet off my legs.
It fell away to the floor when she unwrapped the last of the tape and now I had all the cool air in the world on my shins, body, and arms. I felt great for someone being tied up. When she moved the sheet away I stretched out my legs, sticking them far out from each other. She didn’t waste much time though, and soon enough she was wrapping a piece of rope around my already-bound wrists. When it was tied, she looped it around my waist a couple of times and tied it behind my back. My wrists were now bound in front of me, but also stuck to my waist.
“There we are,” She said and dropped the rope. “Bathroom is upstairs, first door on the left.”
“How am I supposed to manage to… you know…?”
“You’re wearing basketball shorts, Sean, you’ll figure it out.”
I sighed and stood up. It felt great to stand up, and it felt even better to walk on my own free will. I rounded the corner to the stairs and ascended them. My legs thanked me for the stretch. I hit the top of the stairs and had a surreal moment when I realized I was walking around in a strange house, hands bound to my waist, barefoot, and not even caring. I shook my head and went into the bathroom.
After a long, awkward, time, I finally managed to relieve myself. Danielle sure didn’t make it easy. My hands had barely any room to maneuver around my waist. I went to the sink, realized there was no way in hell I was going to be able to wash my hands, and turned around to go back downstairs.
When I got there, Emily was sitting in the recliner watching TV, her feet in their black socks were up on the table. I looked at them and then up at her eyes. She grinned and mouthed the word ‘Protection’. I shook my head and walked into the kitchen, where Danielle was cooking something on the stove top.
“So now what?” I asked, taking a seat on a stool by the oval dividing table.
“Now,” She began, “I feed you.”
“Great, what are we having?” I said, sort of meaning it. I was just beginning to feel hungry. I couldn’t believe I was actually thankful to my captor, the girl who was sure to tickle and torture me at any moment, but I was.
“Soup,” She answered and spun around, reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. She held it up to me and gave me a ‘want this’ look. I nodded my approval.
She twisted the cap off and held it up to my mouth. I took nearly three-quarters of the bottle down before making a noise and showing her I was done. She pulled it away.
“Go in the living room and sit down. I’ll bring the soup in when it’s ready.”
“You’re sure being nice all of a sudden,” I said suspiciously.
“You won’t be saying that tomorrow,” She replied and smiled wickedly. I swallowed.
I made my way into the living room and sat on the couch. Emily was watching something about animals on the TV. I watched it with her until Danielle came in with my soup. She placed it on the table in front of me, and it steamed and smelled good.
“Where’s mine?” Emily asked sadly.
“In the kitchen dear,” Danielle said mockingly.
Then she fed me, just like she said she was going to. We went slowly, and she occasionally had to wipe my mouth with a napkin, but we got the job done. I ate quietly and gratefully. When I had finished, Danielle disposed of the bowl in the kitchen and when she came back out, she signaled for me to get up. Feeling good from my meal, I did.
“Ok, up we go,” Danielle said and got behind me. She gave me a little shove towards the stairs. “Say goodnight Emily.”
“Goodnight Emily,” Emily said from the recliner.
I was led up the stairs, down the hall, and then stopped when we got to the door at the end of it.
“Alright, this is your stop, Sean. See you bright and early tomorrow.”
“Wait, your just going to leave my hands tied like this?” I asked, spinning around to face her.
“Yeah. I know it doesn’t hurt, it just means you have to sleep on your back or side.”
“Danielle, come on…” I whined.
“Do you want to go to sleep with a gag in your mouth, Sean?” She asked and put her hands on her hips.
I sighed and walked into the room. She closed the door behind me. I wasn’t sure if she locked it or not, or if she even could. I didn’t even care, because suddenly I realized I actually was really tired. I had woken up early for my birthday breakfast and had been pretty much bound, gagged, tickled, and carried around ever since. I needed the sleep. I laid down on my back on the bed against the far wall. I looked outside at the streetlight, and before I had time to think, I was asleep.
The next morning was not so pleasant.

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 3)

Postby im_a_slave_girl » Sun Mar 08, 2009 10:16 am

good job keep it going

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 3)

Postby theseeker » Mon Mar 09, 2009 3:20 pm

I woke up and saw Michelle sitting beside me. No, that couldn’t be right, what would my girlfriend be doing here? I had to either be dreaming, or in a freshly awoken, confused state of mind. I blinked my eyes and shook my head a little. I went to sit up, but found I couldn’t move. Not an inch. My arms were pulled up over my head, stretched all the way out to the headboard. I picked up my head and saw my legs stretched all the way down to the end of the bed, my ankles and feet were hanging off the end of it, now bound together and also unable to move. I had been tied to the bed in my sleep, stretched from end to end, and didn’t have an inch of slack. I looked back over to my side and Michelle was still there. It was no dream.
“Good morning, Sean,” She said and tilted her head. “How are you?”
“Mi-Michelle?” I asked in confusion. I flexed my fingers around, my wrists were tightly tied. “What… what the hell is going on?”
She sighed and pursed her lips before saying, “Sean… we need to talk.”
I gave her a dumfounded look.
“Now?” I asked and looked up at my useless hands roped above my head. “Um, alright. Get me out of this. How did you get here anyway?”
“Your mom told me about the whole thing yesterday. I feel terrible about doing this today now, but actually, it’s probably for the best.”
“What are you talking about? Michelle, untie me would ya?”
She sighed again and reached over to the bedside table. I looked back at her hand and saw she was picking up a roll of duct tape.
“Um… Michelle?” I asked a little nervously. She ripped off a piece and approached me with it. I yanked my head as far away as I could. “What are you doing!? What-mmmmmmm!”
She slapped it down over my lips.
“Ok, now just listen,” She said after I was silenced. I stared at her in a mix of confusion and anger. “I don’t think this is working. Me and you I mean. It’s better that you can’t talk, because you won’t make this harder than it is.”
I was in shock. Silent shock.
“I mean, I don’t know… doesn’t this relationship feel kind of dull to you? It’s fun and all but… I just don’t see it going anywhere,” She said as she folded her hands in her lap and leaned in towards me.
I was furious. Not because she was dumping me, because honestly I expected that. She was right about the relationship. We had only started dating two months ago, and it was pleasant and everything, but never anything more. It probably wasn’t a bad idea to split. I just couldn’t believe she had to do it the way she was. Who breaks up with someone when there tied up and gagged!?
“I can tell by your face your mad, and that’s Ok. You probably aren’t ready to hear all this, but it’s been coming for awhile. I’ve been thinking about it for the last week, but didn’t want to do it before your birthday.”
“MMM!” I grunted and jerked my arms. She didn’t want to do it before my birthday, just while I was kidnapped by my ex babysitter.
“Well, you can think it over now, Sean. I’m going to take off. I hope you realize I’m right though. I would still like to be friends.”
Oh I knew how right she was, the relationship was crap, but I still wanted to curse her out for doing it like this. I violently shook my wrists and grunted into the gag again. If she would just take the tape off my mouth I would let her know exactly how right she was about our stupid relationship.
“Don’t be mad, Sean. You’ll realize I’m right,” She said, leaned over, and kissed me on the cheek.
“MMMMM!” I mumbled and raised my head off the bed. I wanted to speak! Couldn’t she understand that!?
“I’ll call you when your little weekend adventure is over so you can say what you have to say in a… better state of mind. See ya Sean.”
Then she left. I laid on the bed dumbly, immobile and silenced. I was furious.
Danielle came in a few minutes later.
“Oh, Sean! She just told me, you poor baby!” She said and sat beside me on the bed. It was impossible to tell if she was sincere or making fun of me. She peeled the tape off my mouth. “Are you Ok?”
I looked at her cautiously for a few moments before I said, “Fine, actually. Our relationship wasn’t the greatest anyway. I just can’t get over the fact she came in her with me tied up, GAGGED me, and THEN told me. Who does that!?”
Danielle looked dumbfounded.
“You don’t even care?”
“No, not particularly.”
“You cold-hearted little boy…” She said and shook her head slowly. “She just left her crying. And you don’t even CARE?”
“What? She just broke up with ME. And no, I don’t care,” I said, and it felt good to say because it was true. I was glad she was crying after what she pulled.
Danielle squinted her eyes and said, “You know, I was going to take it easy on you today because of that, but now? Heh, now we’re back on Seany.”
I was an idiot. Why couldn’t I have just faked sadness.
“Wait! I… I mean I am pretty broken up over this! I’m just… acting tough to cope with it!” I desperately lied and pleaded to her with my eyes.
“Cold-hearted AND a liar? You’re just the complete package there, aren’t you Sean?” She said and poked me in the ribs. My body jerked away from her.
She grinned and opened up the drawer of the bedside table. What she produced from it horrified me. She squeezed it delicately between her fingers and dangled it in front of my face. The feather brushed the bottom of my nose, forcing me to twitch and yank my head back. Danielle laughed and slowly trickled it down my neck.
“Danielle STOP!” I cried out, but laughed right at the end. “Please!”
She didn’t say anything, instead she brought it up to my outstretched arms. I felt the fine, soft tip of it dance across my wrists, then she was dragging it down across the entire length of my arm. When she reached the section past my elbow, I began to uncontrollably laugh.
“Ok! OK!” I pleaded as I desperately tried to pull down my arms to no avail.
Upon discovering how much I hated it under my arms, she went to work there, dragging the feather back and forth over my sensitive skin, alternating quickly then slowly. I bit my lip but the laughter was still forcing its way through my teeth. She suddenly hopped on top of me, straddling my waist, and began repeating the process on my other arm. I rocked my body up and down to try and throw her off, but she had bound me to tightly to the bed. My arms and legs were stretched to the max, so I couldn’t gain any leverage.
“Danielle!” I shouted, not knowing what else to shout. She laughed and slammed her hand down over my mouth and kept ticking my arms.
The feather was down around my underarm, and that felt even MORE ticklish. I laughed into her hand, which she seemed to get great pleasure from me doing, and bucked my hips again to try and get her off. She abruptly stopped and put her hands on her hips and took her hand off my mouth. I panted heavily, and felt my face grow a little sweaty and red.
“Please…” I managed between my breaths.
Without saying anything, she tucked the feather between her lips and used hands to dig into my ribs. I wriggled around on the bed with no willpower to stop. Her slim, evil fingers attacked my sides, my stomach, my neck area, and even my underarms again, searching for the spots that tortured me more than the others.
A knock came at the door to the room. Danielle stopped, panting a bit herself from the workout, and turned towards it.
“What Em?” She asked, looking back at me and grinning.
“What are you doing to him in there for gods sakes?” Emily asked, sounding concerned. “You two are making enough noise for the whole neighborhood!”
“Is Bob home?” Danielle asked, I could only assume Bob was the renter of the other half of the house. Emily didn’t answer. “Emmmm?” Danielle said teasingly because it seemed she knew what the silence meant.
“…no,” Emily answered in defeat. “But you should take it easy on him. It sounds like your going to give him a heart attack.”
I heard her footsteps walk away from the door, and Danielle shook her head.
“I know what it feels like to be tickled like this, thanks to you,” She said and placed her hands on my chest. “It’s not so bad, is it?”
“I never did anything this bad to you!” I defended myself sternly. And I was telling the truth, this was way above my 12 year old mind back then.
She thought about it, shrugged, then dug her fingers back into my sides. I went right back to laughing and begging and jerking my body around and eventually felt tears form at the corners of my eyes. She eventually stopped and got off me, but by that time I was defeated.
“Ok, ten minute break, but when I come back… oh boy, your going to love what I’ve got in mind,” She said before spinning around and walking out the door, closing it behind her.
Her words chilled me to my very bones. I fiddled my wrists around, my fingers searching for the knot on them, but it was no use. I lifted my head and looked down at my bound feet. I twisted them back and forth a couple times, but who was I really kidding? Danielle knew how to tie people up. There was no way in hell I was getting free. All I could do was lie in wait for her to return, and somehow the wait was the worst part of all.
When she did come back, I was dumbfounded by what she had brought with her. In her arms was a fan. Just your run-of-the-mill, everyday fan - it was one of the ones that was caged off and could move from side to side to cool down a room. When she saw me looking at it, a large smile spread across her face. She placed it on the floor and walked over beside me, pulling out a bottle of water from her pocket. She help me lift my head as much as I could, then she held it up to my lips and I drank, just like previously, I drank nearly the whole thing in one go.
“Feel better?” She asked, setting the bottle aside.
“What’s the fan for?” I asked, dreading the answer.
“Hmph, you’ll see!”
“Danielle…” I moaned. “No more.”
“More,” She said and went over to a desk at the side of the room, pulled out the chair from under it, and dragged it over to the foot of the bed.
I watched her curiously as she positioned it in front of my feet, then propped the fan up on its seat. She ran the plug over to a nearby outlet, and once plugged in, the fan came to life, blowing cool air onto my feet and legs. She went to it and adjusted a know at the top so the fan was very slightly turning from side to side, maybe only by a few inches each time. When she appeared satisfied, she turned it off.
“Danielle?” I asked, quite honestly confused. She put her finger to her lips and went back to the drawer. She pulled out a fat, white ball of socks.
“These are clean,” She said, picking up the duct tape as well.
“Oh god, come on! You don’t have to do that!” I pleaded, really not wanting socks shoved in my mouth.
“I don’t HAVE to, of course,” She said and sat next to me. She looked at them and appeared to be thinking it over. “Ok, if you can answer my question, I won’t put these in your mouth… even though I think it would be really funny if they were!” She said and laughed. I waited for the question. “Who was the coolest, prettiest babysitter you ever had?”
“You! You were Danielle, I swear it!” I begged, lifting my head a bit.
“Awwww, that’s so sweet!” She swooned and put her hands to her heart. “Guess what, Sean.”
“Wha-FERMMMPH!” As soon as I opened my mouth she crammed the socks into it.
“I lied!” She exclaimed cheerily as she ripped off the duct tape and slammed it over the socks, which were partially sticking out of my mouth.
“FMMA FERPHMMM! PHMMPH MERPH!” I was trying to call her dirty names.
Once the duct tape (all three pieces) was carefully placed over the lower half of my face, she went back to the bottom of the bed, stopping at the chair/fan combo she’d created. She pulled the feather out of her jeans and also had two little pieces of string. I frowned and watched her kneel down near my feet. I felt her fingers near my soles, and could have sworn I was in for more tickle-torture, but she didn’t. Instead she used one of the little pieces of string to tie my big toes together. Before I could try and fight it, it was done, and my feet were even more immobilized the ever.
I grunted into the sock and tried twisting them around. The little rope or whatever it was around my toes kept them pretty still. Danielle stood up and tied the second string to the end of the feather, and before she attached the other end of it to the fan, I knew exactly what was about to happen.
She turned on the fan, and her ingenious monstrosity came alive. The feather flew out 10 inches from the fan and stopped, held by the string, where it danced in the air, back and forth and up and down. The fan slowly looked left and right, dragging the feather across an eight inch path, or about the same size as the width of my bound feet.
I begged her through my gag. I pleaded and shouted and pleaded some more, but all that came out were a series of mumbles and grunts. Danielle watched me, smiling, and walked behind the chair.
“You never came up with anything like this when we were younger, huh kiddo?” She said and inched the chair a little closer to my feet. The feather danced in the fans wind, anxiously waiting to dance on the soles of my feet. I pleaded more through the gag. “Here it comes! Can you feel it yet?” She teased me and moved the chair closer. I felt the very tip of the feather brush against the ball of my foot. I shook my head and begged with my eyes. She laughed maniacally and began to slowly creep the chair closer to me. The feather brushed against my toes, then on its way back got my heels. I desperately tried to rip my legs up towards my chest, but my ankles were roped to the end of the bed and weren’t going anywhere. The chair moved closer and closer and then even closer, all the while I felt more and more of the feather hit my feet, and now I felt the laughter boiling up in my stomach and the ticklish, impulsive shocks of nerves running up my legs.
Danielle turned the fan off.
“That was fun!” She cried out and clapped for herself. “Did you like that?”
I was a sweaty, exhausted mess. I laid my head back onto the mattress.
“Ok, well I’m going to go take a shower. Stay good while I’m gone,” She said and blew me a kiss.
She walked to the door, opened it, then spun around with her finger in the air.
“Oh, yea. How could I forget!” She said, making a goofy face.
She walked to the end of the bed, pushed the chair closer to my feet, and hit the ON switch on top of the fan.
“See ya,” She chirped and grinned before leaving me and closing the door.
The feather was all over my feet. It was inside the arch, on top of the balls, between my toes, on my heels, everywhere. The tickling sensation was unlike any I’d ever felt. My whole body shut down, went numb, and the only thing left awake was my poor feet. I laughed and laughed into the sock, biting down on it from time to time, thankful for something to bite at all. I might have taken my tongue off if I didn’t have it. I started rocking my head up and down, pulling at the headboard and whatever my feet were tied to. The headboard started to loudly bang off the back of the wall behind me. I didn’t care. I wanted out.
A knock came at the door, and it was Emily’s voice again.
“Hey, are you alright in there?” She asked.
I screamed into that gag as loud as I ever had.
She opened the door and her mouth dropped open.
“Oh my… she’s evil!” She exclaimed, rushing over to the fan and turning it off. The feather fell away and the tenseness in my entire body fell away with it. I laid my head back on the mattress and took long, grateful breaths.
“Alright, she’s gone too far. Do you want me to get you out of this?” Emily asked, standing beside me with her hands on her hips.
I nodded.
She sat next to my chest and reached up to my arms and began fiddling with the knot.
“Mmmph,” I moaned and lifted my head.
“Oh, sorry. How is it every time we meet I’m taking something out of your mouth?” She said with a smile.
When the tape was off, I spit the socks out.
“She put SOCKS in your mouth?” Emily said in amazement.
“She… is… evil,” I said, trying to flex my jaw.
“Jesus she tied you up good,” Emily said biting her lip and struggling with the knot.
“I’m going to have to start tying YOU up good, apparently!” Danielle said from the doorway. Emily and I both looked at her.
“Danielle, this is too far,” Emily said and stood up.
“Oh, shut up Em. When have you ever been miss goody-two-shoes? What do you like him or something?” Danielle said as she entered the room.
“Danielle, please,” I intervened. “That was horrible.”
She looked at me then up at Emily.
“Fine. I’ll stop FOR NOW… I’m not making any promises for later.”
That was good enough for me. Danielle motioned Emily to get out of the room, and when she did, Danielle followed and closed the door behind her.
I laid in wait for whatever was next.

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 4)

Postby im_a_slave_girl » Mon Mar 09, 2009 10:08 pm

this keeps getting better and better.. Your a great writer!!! :wink:

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 4)

Postby mskvor » Wed Mar 11, 2009 1:42 am

Great story, I cannot wait to see what comes next...

Mirek

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 4)

Postby ilikebeingtiedup » Mon Mar 16, 2009 12:28 am

i think this is the first story i've read on this site that has flowed so brilliantly.

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 4)

Postby OGgrl93 » Sat Apr 18, 2009 11:41 pm

One of my favorite stories so far, you've got a real knack for writing. :wink:

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 4)

Postby ReaderG » Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:52 pm

Are you sure this is fiction? It sounds like a true story, maybe somewhat embellished. In any event it is good reading - keep it coming!
Gerry

Re: Birthday Revenge (Part 4)

Postby Elfknot » Wed May 27, 2009 3:45 pm

You write very well. Like the Exs Revenge, this needs an ending. Please finish both stories.

Part 5

Postby theseeker » Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:48 pm

((forgot about this story. thought it needed an ending. here is said ending!...?))

It felt like I'd been laying on that damn bed for over a year, but in all actuality, it had been just an hour or two. Every few minutes I'd rub my bound wrists together, hoping they'd somehow magically break free, or kick at the ropes around my ankles, fantasizing about how good it would feel if the binds would snap and I could just stretch my legs again. But that did me no good in the real world. In the real world, I was about as tied up as you could be, laying on my old babysitter's bed, and realistically: I wasn't going anywhere. So, instead of filling my head with fantasies and hopes, I laid back, accepted my fate, and counted the blocks that made up Danielle's ceiling. I only wished I could just scratch my nose.
Eventually, Danielle came back, opening the door to the room slowly and sticking her head in first with a taunting grin spread across her face. “There's my number one guy!” She cheered as the rest of her made its way inside. “How are those ropes feeling Seany-boy?” Danielle asked as she knelt beside me on the bed, swung a leg over my body, and straddled my stomach. She titled her head and folded her hands waiting for my reply. I honestly didn't have much fight left. She pursed her lips at that and began to creep her hands up towards my armpits. “Come on now! Don't give me the silent treatment!”
“What do you want me to say!?” I shouted, stopping her wiggling fingers before they dug into my side and tickled me senseless. “Jesus, Danielle, what more do you want from me? You've bound me, gagged me, thrown me in my own car, tickled me... I've even had your god damned SOCKS shoved in my mouth! What more do you want!?” I barked, sick of her games.
Danielle grinned again. “THIS is what I want, Sean! I want you to feel the frustration I felt... but worse! I think I'm succeeding so far, wouldn't you?” She asked, pinching my cheek with one hand and brushing my hair back with the other. “You're so cute when you're mad! I wish I could keep you like this forever!” She exclaimed, giggling and shaking my face.
“You realize though that you do have to let me go eventually, right?” I questioned, trying to squirm around beneath the weight of her, as well as the strict binds on my limbs. “And when I AM free, I'm not going to just forget about all this.” I wasn't sure where this new found boldness was coming from, but I kind of liked it. Being angry was better than being scared at this point.
“Ooooh!” Danielle made a mocking 'afraid' gesture and recoiled from me. “Listen to you! Big words for someone tied down to a bed!”
“Untie me, Danielle,” I tried my most-serious voice, “Untie me and I'll pretend this never even happened. Just UNTIE ME!” I lost it a bit at the end, jerking at my hands, wishing desperately they were free.
Danielle's grin widened at this as she studied me playfully. “And if I don't?”
It made me furious that even at my most serious, Danielle only treated this all like a joke. I clenched my teeth and balled my fists above my head. “If you don't... I'm going to get out of this, and- Mmmph!” She slapped her hand down over my mouth and squeezed. I growled at her from my throat and tried to shake my head away from her grasp.
“Shut up,” she commanded and pointed at me with her free hand. “I should have kept your mouth gagged. When you can talk, all you say is nonsense. You're not going anywhere, Seany-boy! Deal with it!” She leaned her face in close to mine and raised her eyebrows. I mumbled and rocked around the best I could, hoping to toss her off my stomach. Danielle was only amused by this. “In fact, I wonder if I could call your dear old parents up and convince them that you want to stay out for another week or two!” Of course, she couldn't. I knew that for a fact. My parents would want to AT LEAST speak with me... wouldn't they? I swallowed a lump in my throat, the thought of being stuck with Danielle for more than another day made my skin crawl. “You don't look happy, Sean,” she pointed out, “Aren't you enjoying your time here? Don't you want it to last foreeeeeever?”
Something about the way she said that last sentence made me more mad than I had been the whole time. I can't explain it. It just encompassed everything that angered me, and with that burst of rage and frustration I pulled at my hands, not expecting much, but getting everything. Specifically, my freedom. The rope binding them to the headboard made the most wonderful little 'snap' sound, and then there I was with my hands—although still tied—in front of me. The shocked looked on Danielle's face was almost worth the whole damn experience as I took my bound hands and shoved her off of me. She almost fell off the side of the bed (I wish), but got her feet under her at the last moment. I wasted none of that time and already was frantically trying to twist free of her knots, pulling at them and trying to use my teeth.
“Jesus, Sean! What the hell-!?” Danielle shouted looking wide-eyed from me to the headboard. She tried to say more, but stopped, looking absolutely dumbfounded. Boy, did I like seeing her looking dumbfounded.
I momentarily gave up on my wrists, and instead decided to work on my ankles, which seemed like the much easier task, seeing as I could actually use my fingers on the knots. As I went to work, Danielle looked me over in a panic, unsure of what to do. “Stop, Sean!” She tried. I did not. She rushed over to the other side of the room, but I gave up even caring anymore, especially since...
Bingo! One knot got pulled the right way and all the ropes that had kept my poor ankles wrapped up were falling away. It was beautiful. I kicked free of the last bit and then swung my legs over, put my feet happily on the carpeted floor and stood up. It felt GREAT to stand up. It did NOT feel that great to see Danielle rush up to me, and lock a handcuff around the middle of my wrists where the rope still bound them. “Now let me just get you locked back up to the bed...” She said, trying to drag me over to the headrest, the other handcuff stretched out in front of her and eager to snap around something.
It was my turn to be dumbfounded. I couldn't believe Danielle thought I was going to let her do that. And she even TOLD me she was doing it, as if I was just going to say 'Oh, OK' and march along behind her! I jerked my arms away from her and she came to a violent stop, spun around wide-eyed, and shouted, “Sean! Come on!”
“You really are crazy, aren't you?” I asked, even though I thought I knew the answer. I sighed, shook my head, and then began heading downstairs and to my freedom; Danielle dragging along behind me with her half-a-handcuff clenched between her fists.
“Stop Sean! It's not over yet!” She pleaded angrily as I got out into the hallway.
“Yes, Danielle. It is,” I told her.
“No! What are you going to do? I have your keys! You going to walk home in bare feet? You don't even know where you are!”
“I'll find my way.”
“SEAN!” I pulled her along to the top of the stairs, and there was Emily coming up them, looking at me and Danielle like we were insane. She was half right. Danielle saw her and barked, “Emily, grab him with me!”
Emily put her hands up and stepped aside for me, and then I was heading down the steps and towards my freedom. I gave her a nod of thanks as I passed. I heard Danielle call her a bitch as she tumbled awkwardly behind me. When we reached the front door of the house, I swung it open and Danielle—in a last act of desperation—snapped the other cuff onto her own wrist. I stopped and looked back at her shaking my head. “Seriously?”
Danielle grinned her wicked grin and brushed some of the hair that had dropped across her face, looking truly nuts. “What now, Sean? You going to drag me all the way home?”
I sighed, unsure of what to do at the moment. “Where are the keys to my car, Danielle.” I asked, my tone matched my mood: tired, serious, and anxious to be done with this whole nightmare.
Danielle's eyes darted back and forth between mine as she thought about something. “If I give them to you... will you tell your parents about what I did to you?”
That took me a bit by surprise. I had no idea Danielle even cared about that. “Uh... OK?” I tried, shrugging my shoulders. Danielle sighed, reached into her pocket, and un-cuffed the two of us from each other.
“Alright, I have to get them. I hid them in case you got out. I'll go get them. At least come with me and let me explain why I did all this.” Danielle said calmly, a complete 180 from where she was only seconds ago. I didn't trust it. She must have sensed this because she handed me the handcuffs. “Here. No funny stuff. I just want to talk before you go. I mean, come on. Sean... we never even talked. I didn't even get to wish you a happy birthday!”
“Are you going to explain why you're acting so nutso?” I demanded.
“Yes,” she answered and started heading towards the kitchen. I paused in the hall, still not trusting her. I needed my keys though. I wasn't going to trek all the way home barefoot, she was right about that. And besides, it was MY car. I nodded to myself and followed her.
In the kitchen, she pulled out one of the chairs and dragged it over to a high cabinet. I watched as she climbed up and stuck her hand up to the top. When she descended she had my keys with her. I was amazed she went to such lengths to hide them, but I honestly didn't even care at that point. I wanted to go home. I stuck my bound hands out in front of me and opened them.
She clutched them with both hands in front of her as she began, “Listen, Sean, I know you're mad at me and everything,”
“That's the understatement of the year. Give me my keys.” I demanded.
Danielle frowned at me and tossed them on the floor.”Fine!”
I shook my head and sighed at what a child she was being. I stepped into the kitchen, bent to get them and she kicked them away from me with her socked foot. I couldn't believe it! I leaned over to snatch them up, and when I did began to stand and got ready to yell at her, I felt her arms grab around my sides and pull me towards the chair she'd taken out. In my off-balance state, I stumbled and tripped into it. I could not believe I fell for her crap! “Danielle!” I shouted and started to stand, but as I did a length of rope came down over my head and pulled taught against my stomach and arms. No! This was not happening. I tried to stand again, but now Danielle was passing another rope around in front of me, and just like that: TWO lengths were pinning me to the chair. “DANIELLE!” I screamed and tried to stand a third time, but now she was wrapping the rope around me at a frenetic pace. Each time I tried to get up, it seemed she had another wrap around my stomach and chest. ”NOO!” I shouted and began rocking in the chair, fighting against the binds with everything I had. My freedom! My sweet, sweet freedom! I could feel it slipping away.
Before I knew it, Danielle had my entire body—save for a little bit of my shoulders and my stupid bound hands sticking out from either end—wrapped up to the back of the chair. I couldn't believe it. I had blown it. I had BLOWN IT! “Danielle! For GOD'S SAKES LET ME GO!”
“Shut up,” she casually commanded as she knelt in front of me, snatched the handcuffs from my hands and used them to cuff my ankles together.
“LET ME GO!” I repeated, jerking around in the chair. This couldn't be happening! “Danielle!”
“Shut UP!” She yelled and pointed at me. “I told you this wasn't over!”
“You can't do this! You can't! Let me go! NOW!” I demanded, stomping my cuffed feet and trying to lean forward to show her how damn serious I was. The roped kept me in place though.
Danielle studied me for a second, then looked like she came to a decision. I watched as she bent one leg up to her knee and then the other, pulling the socks off of her feet. “What are you doing!? No... Danielle, NO!” I shouted, when I realized in horror what was happening.
“Yes,” she told me. And then she was stuffing one of them in my mouth, tying the second around my head when it was in. I 'mmph'd' and grumbled and groaned, but Danielle... Danielle only smiled.
“Payback's a bitch, Seany-boy!" She cheered and threw her head back in laughter. "Happy Birthday!"


The... End?

Re: Birthday Revenge

Postby Jay Feely » Mon Jul 26, 2010 9:37 am

It sounds like there is more to this story.
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.