Day 1:
Tom was 14 years old, and out walking, wearing what he usually wore on his days off; pantyhose, three layers of knee-length petticoats, skirt, sweatshirt, coat, hat, mittens, and a scarf. Today his clothes were all made of wool, and grey, even his underwear. He was on his way to Lisa, a friend of his, just to pass an otherwise pretty boring day. Halfway there, he bumped into her and a friend of hers, Lotti.
Lisa was wearing a blue one-piece ski-suit. Her hat, scarf and mittens were also blue. Lotti was wearing the same things, only hers was red.
“I was just on my way to see you,” Tom told Lisa.
“Good, ‘cause we were just going there.” Behind Tom’s back the girls looked at each other, and smiled.
When they got there, Tom took off his coat and the girls their ski-suits revealing Lisa had red jeans and sweatshirt, and Lotti had the same, only hers were blue.
They all went into Lisa’s room, and Tom sat down in on the bed. Meanwhile, Lotti got something from a bag, which she held behind her back. She sat down on one side of Tom, and Lisa sat down on the other.
“Could you please put your hands together in front of you?” Lotti said.
“Why?” But he did as she asked.
“’Cause we want to tie you up, that’s why!” Lisa said, as they wound a rope around his wrists, tying it off between them. They tied them to the head-board, and while one girl held his feet together, the other one tied his feet to the footboard. They did such a good job of it he wasn’t going anywhere, by the time they had finished. All he could do was to yell at them, but their only reaction, was to leave the room.
He calmed down and they returned. Lisa sat on the bed-side and solemnly told him, they were going to have some fun with him, whether he liked it or not.
They lifted his sweater as high as they could, and pushed the pantyhose, petticoats and skirt down below the hips, leaving only the underwear in place.
Then, they started taking turns tickling him. He soon started howling with laughter, but they didn’t stop until he was blue in the face. He was turned on his stomach, given a 30-minute breather, and then the girls started all over again. Somewhere along the line, he felt a sharp whack on the butt.
“Did you see those vibrations? I want to see more of those!” he heard Lotti delighted say.
“I’ll see what I can do about it.” Lisa said, panting.
They kept on going for a couple of hours, turning him over occasionally, Lisa making sure to slap him on the butt at least once every time he was on his stomach, only allowing for two very short bathroom-brakes.
As night fell, Tom started wondering when he would be allowed to go home. He asked Lisa, who said:”My parents will be gone for the next few days, so until they come back home, you’re all ours!”
Day 2:
He woke up, unable to move. He looked down his body, and the first thing he saw was his arms and legs were strapped to a bed. Then he saw he was wearing a diaper. Then he remembered where he was; he was a prisoner at Lisa’s house, and he had been mercilessly tickled almost the whole day yesterday. So wouldn’t have to use the bathroom quite so often, Lisa and Lotti had, at one point, put a, very bulky, diaper on him, and had changed it from time to time. Now Lotti stood beside his bed, wearing an ankle-long, long-sleeved nightgown. She untied his ankles, quickly changed his diaper, and then retied them.
At that point Lisa showed up, also wearing a long-sleeved, ankle-long nightgown.
“My aunt Maggie is coming over this afternoon,” she said. “If you just play along, when I say you’re doing this of your own, free will, then I will let you go, as soon s she’s gone. OK?”
He breathed a deep sigh of relief, and nodded.
When she arrived, he had been transferred to a chair, and had been asked to take off his skirts, and was now tied to the chair, wearing only his pantyhose and sweater. He had his arms tied behind the back of the chair, and his legs tied individually to the legs of the chair.
She came in and admired the rope-work, and when she asked, she was told he had volunteered for this. However, when they were left alone for a minute or two, she asked again, and then he told her the truth: that he more or less had been kidnapped by the girls. She gave him a conspiratorial look:
“Is that so? I guess you want revenge?”
I smiled and nodded:”More than you could possibly know!”
She smiled back, in collusion: “Well, in that case, from now on, let me do the talking. Trust me young man, you’ll get what you want, and then some. Just hang in there a little while longer.” As she was quite a formidable woman, he had no doubt he’d get his revenge. She sailed out of the room, looking very much like a ship, ready for battle.
When Maggie re-entered, she had both Lisa and Lotti in tow, both figuratively and literally. Tom’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, because they had their hands tied behind their backs, and a rope were tied around their waists. Lisa had been stripped of her trousers, and was now dressed as Tom, in woolly pantyhose and a sweater.
“Now,” Maggie said, “Tom’s told me all about what you two have been up to. I’ve talked to your mother, Lotti, and she’s on her way here, to take you home. As for you two,” she turned her attention to Tom and Lisa,” there are two things I hate; 1, people who things to other people without their consent and 2, snitches.
I don’t think Tom had this in mind, when he went here yesterday, so this,” she pointed at his bound body, “is clearly against his will. On the other hand, if you,” directing herself to Tom: “hadn’t said anything, you probably would have been on your merry way home, later today. The way things are now, you will both face my disliking. You will both be tied up here, until I decide it’s time for you to be released.” At that moment, the doorbell rang. She and Lotti went and answered it, and when Maggie came back she untied his hands, from behind the char. She told them to take their sweaters off, and tied Lotti´s legs separately to the legs of a wooden chair. After that, she tied both their hands in front of them, and pulled them up and over their heads, tying the ropes off on the top bar of the chairs. That way, all of their upper bodies were free to be tickled, including the armpits. She blindfolded them, and the tickling began.
Maggie tickled their upper bodies mercilessly all afternoon, giving them only a few, short brakes to recuperate, or to change their diapers.
As night fell, she untied Tom, told him to put his sweater and skirts back on, without taking his diaper off, and sent him home.
The next day, Lisa told him Maggie had been tickle-torturing her well into the night, as had Lotti’s parents.