Postby lasse672000 » Mon Nov 29, 2010 4:28 am
No sooner had he put down his bag, than one of the sisters came into the room, holding a piece of rope in one hand. “What’s that for?†he asked nervously.
“It’s for tying you up with, off course. We always do it, don’t we?†she said, in such a childish way, he started laughing. “You certainly do, but it always takes all three of you to do it, and from what I saw downstairs, one of you is tied up herself. Do you think you can defeat me if you’re only two?†I asked mockingly, knowing full well she’d take the bait, hook, line and sinker.
“No†she said “I don’t. I think I can do it all on my own. So come on now. Be a good boy and come over here, so I can tie you up!†He looked at her in disbelief. “Do you seriously think I’m just going to let you tie my hands together without a fight? You have got to be joking!†Before she could react, he had grabbed her by the waist, thrown her face first on his bed and tied her hands behind her. As the rope was fairly long, he bent her knees and tied her feet together as well, so by the time he was finished, she was hog tied. To prevent her from screaming for help, he shoved a sock in her mouth, and tied another one around her head. He turned her over on her side, held up one finger and said: “One down, two to go!†He stood there for a while, watching her trying to free herself. The he said, with a proud smile on his face: “Don’t waste energy, trying to escape. I’ve spent the last couple of years in the scouts, learning how to tie someone up so he, or in this case she, can’t escape. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back!â€
His next “victim†was the sister, with already tied hands. He ran into her as he was coming down the stairs. Before she knew what was happening, he had clamped a hand over her mouth and was dragging her upstairs, and into one of the, for now empty, bedrooms. There he opened a drawer and pulled out a sock, which he shoved in her mouth, and a pair of tights, which he tied around her head, to hold the sock in place. He also found three more pieces of rope, which he brought along with her into the bedroom. Soon he had two hogtied and gagged girls on his bed “mmmphâ€-ing away, looking very angry. “Why are you so angry?†he asked. “Is it because I beat you to it, or that you’re no match for me one by one? Well, of course, I did and you aren’t! Bye girls! I’ll be back as soon as I can!†Before he left, he took a roll of duct tape he’d found in the empty bedroom and taped the girls’ fingers into fists. That way, he figured, they wouldn’t be able to free each other while he was gone. He took one of the remaining pieces of rope, one of his socks and another pair of tights, and started looking for the third sister. She proved to be harder to find. In the end, he found her in her bedroom, reading a book and wearing headphones. He tied her hands as he had done the other two and then he brought her to his bedroom to be hogtied on his bed.
When he looked at them lying there, he couldn’t help it; he just had to wriggle his fingers over their stomachs. The girls started screaming through their gags and he stood up. “Don’t worry, ladies! We’ll come to that soon enough! But first, I’d like to try something different!†He took a chair and sat down so he had their feet in front of him. None of them wore socks, he noticed. “Good girls,†he said, almost as if he was talking to dogs,†you’ve just made my job one hell of a lot easier. Yes, you have! Now let’s see, where to begin? Decisions, decisions! I know, let’s find out, who among you have the most ticklish feet?†No sooner had he said that, than he started very carefully, tickling their feet, one by one. So carefully in fact, it took him almost 15 minutes to come to the end of the row. At the end of “round oneâ€, he paused for a minute to think things through. “I simply can’t decide who is the most ticklish. I’ll have to do it all over again, just to be sure. He methodically tickled every inch of the girls’ feet all over again, and by the end of the second “roundâ€, he had finally decided whom to go first. He lifted the two other sisters off the bed and put them on the floor. Then he went into the other bedroom and fetched some more tights, which he used to blindfold the girls. Then he really got to work on the girl on the bed. He started by, ever so gently, stroking one of her feet and predictably, she started “mmmphâ€-ing. He paused for a minute, then lifted up her shirt as if to tickle her sides or belly, but started tickling the other foot instead.
He never dug his fingers into her feet just let them drag along the soles of the feet. In minutes, she was a heap of shivering flesh, laughing hysterically through her gag. Through tickling her, he found out she was almost as ticklish on her legs as on her feet. After having explored that possibility for a couple of minutes, he turned his careful attention to her upper body, methodically tickling every inch of her, from her armpits to he waist.
About an hour later, when he had just finished tickling the last of the sisters senseless, his aunt walked in the room: “What on earth are you doing?†she asked. “Did you tie them up like that, all by yourself?†“Yes, ma’m!†he said with a newfound, and perhaps misplaced, confidence. To his surprise, she just inspected the knots, but said nothing until she was done. “You seem to have done a good job, my boy. All except one, that is. That, on the other hand, is a very sloppy job, indeed. It’s the tie around these hands, I’m talking about.†She pointed in the direction of the girl, who had already had her hands tied when I came. “It’s nowhere near the standard of the tie around the other hands! Do it again, but do it right!†my aunt said. So I had to tie her daughters’ hands all over again, but this time in front of her eyes.
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