Based on a true story, but since the original event was too short, I decided to add some fictional elements to it.
It was in the summer of 2003 when I was 13 years old and visiting my grandparents house of my mom side of the family and became involved in a series of tie up games like I usually do whenever I visit them because all of them knows that I am interested in being tied up. When I was 11, and expressed my desires to be involved in this, none happened because they felt it was not very fun and believed that it was creepy. But, after 2 years of convincing them of all the benefits, they finally decided to tie me up. So, they led me into a barn on a warm crisp day and had me raised my arms up to the rafters. I was scared at first because it was my 1st experience with them and I did not know how the game will play out. But, they convinced me that nothing painful would happen to me, so I relented as they bound my arms to the rafters with a couple pieces of rope. They removed my shirt by unbuttoning it and exposing my bare torso. By the way, the captors are 14 year old Gary, 15 year old Allison, and 16 year old Browly. All of them had different ideas on how to torture me after they had got me restrained, but it soon came down to a consensus of tickling me until I wet myself so they dug into my belly and I giggled and was now starting to regret letting them restrain me to the rafters. After one of them dug their circular motions inside my belly button, I sheriked like I never had before. They were all smiling and I was feeling jubuliant because it was so much fun after time passed since my initial reaction. Allison was the smartest one of all my cousins so she blew raspberries on the stomach which caused me to erupt with a lot of laughter. I did not know how much time had passed because the tickling felt like it lasted for hour upon end, so I was surprised that it only lasted for about 5 minutes. Secondly, another things happened that would change tickling for me forever. All of them dug straight into my underarms with a quail feather, which marked the 1st time in which I was tickled by a feather. But, also at that moment, my grandparents walked into the scene, and they were mad that my cousins would be so irresponsible with me, that they set me free, but what my grandparents did not know was that my cousins and I would find a way to get me tied up and tortured again, and it would be a great moment, so stay tuned for more.