## I'm a Prisoner, and He Doesn't Even Know It.

Post by roflofl » Sun Dec 21, 2014 7:01 pm

A couple months back me and my friend were studying until we got bored. Long story short my friend asked if I was ticklish, seeing this as a chance to live out my fetishes I said no, he said he could find my ticklish spots easy. So we bet 20 dollars that I could hang by my wrists for 15 minutes wearing nothing but shorts and a sleeveless shirt (to expose my armpits) and let him tickle or do whatever he wanted to do to me for 15 minutes without saying mercy. We searched the house for some "torture tools" he called them. We came up with a bandanna (for gagging) a feather, a broken curtain hanger, a belt, and a shock pen that you use as a prank.
We went and got a ladder to act as a vertical base to tied the restraints to. I gave him three minutes to put whatever restraints he wanted on me to reduce my movements, he opted for my ankles tied together, my wrists tied closely in a butchery suspension style, and the bandanna around my mouth 'to reduce my screaming" he called it. I slipped my hands into the restraints and watched while he did the locks to prevent my hands from slipping out.
"you ready?" he asked.
I shook my head yes and he kicked the stool from under my feet. The first thing I thought was that I had no way of knowing what he was going to do to me, I was only a few inches from the wall and I really had to stretch to look behind me. My next revelation was that I was barely touching the ground, and the pressure under my arms would eventually begin to hurt, if I stretched I could relieve the pressure in my shoulders but that hurt all in itself. I was waiting for his first torment but nothing came, he just looked at my suspended form from the side.
"You have some major armpit hair" he said.
I figured this was some type of psychological tactic to get me to say mercy. I just looked down and swung my suspended feet around.
Then before I know it he's hammering me hard in the ribs with his fingers, I squirm and wiggle trying to get away, but I had no chance, if he just left me I would probably starve because the bindings were so solid. I give out muffled grunts and giggles as I'm helpless to him. He eventually stops and places his fingers at my elbows, he slowly moves his fingers down all the way to my armpits and begins violently tickling my pits, my most ticklish spot. I thrash side to side, and any other way to stop his assault, I am thrashing so much so I feel the first beads of sweat begin to break out along my forehead and arms. Finally after what seemed like eternity he leaves my armpits alone and backs away to look at me once more, "you ready to say mercy?"
I shook my head no.
"so be it"
He then walks over to our little stash of torture utensils. All I can do is watch his wandering hands, he picks up the feather and walks back to me. I'm sweating profusely and can feel it running down my face and arms. I can also begin to smell my phermones as I perspire.
"you look at little hot" he said torturing me even more, "this ought-ta cool you down"
with this he slowly brings up the feather all the way to my wrists and down to my armpits where he makes little circles grabbing my other armpit as stabilization to keep me still, then back up, then down, again and again, all I can do is writhe in agony as my shoulder begin to fatigue from the thrashing. He then pulls my head back and tickles my neck with his feather of pain, all I can do is take it due to the overwhelming fatigue. After what feels like an eternity I finally I get another break.
"you smell like sweat and fear" he said playfully. "I'm gonna go get something to drink you just uhh....hang out" I cringed at his awful joke and stretched my body to relieve my shoulders. I was beginning to regret my decision to go through with this bet, but I could say mercy whenever I want. I decide that when he comes back and begins his next game I'll just say mercy.
Then something hits me like a ton of bricks
I'm wearing a gag.
I didn't even think about that, and I can't do anything about it, I'm his prisoner, and he doesn't even know it. I begin to writhe violently trying to break the restraints or something to get me out. He then returns to pile of "toys'" he picks up the belt and walks up to me. "Now I'm really gonna make you squirm. he begins rubbing the hard end of the belt against my armpits, teasing me. he then takes to steps back and rears back the belt,
"you're scared aren't you."
"MMPMMH"
"what?"
"MMMPHM"
"can't understand you."
With that he hits me hard on my back, I writhe in complete agony, I look up to my bound wrists, no chance of getting out of THOSE restraints.
Another hit.
I feel the belt wrap around and nail me right in my armpit, probably on purpose, I never understood why he spent so much time tormenting me via my armpits.
I'm literally sweating buckets, a small puddle is beginning to form just below my toes.
Another crack of the belt.
I feel sweat stains under my neck and armpits, my body heat is radiating off me, bouncing off the wall, and coming back at me. I feel my back beginning to go numb.
A final crack harder that the rest.
I thrash so hard my face hits the wall in front of me and my whole head just goes back in agony, I hang there motionless watching him go for the final tool. the broken shirt hangar. What could he possibly do to me, my mind races with possibilities. I try my hardest to push the gag out my mouth or something, anything to communicate with him. He tied it so tight it won't even budge.
With the time I got I could really feel the pain of not only my beatings, but the fatigue in my shoulder and under my arms, the strain was beginning to feel as if my shoulders were being pulled out of their sockets. I see him coming and pull my head back up only to be greeted with my own sweat and body odor.
"You sure are tough, I can't believe you didn't beg to be let out after that little flogging I put you through."
"I gave up on trying to communicate with him and just waited for the time to go down."
I then got a little hope of release, I looked at him over my shoulder then the timer we set to keep track.
"you want to know how much time is left?"
I shook my head yes.
I watched him walk to the timer.
"You have 6 minutes lets.
It's only been nine fucking minutes. I rear my head back in anguish. Just the he attacks my neck with the curtain. The curtain is worse than the feather and torments me with the delicate strokes over my neck.
He then grabs me by my tied ankles and goes over my feet with the curtain, the sensory overload sends me into a violent struggle, that's when he struck me hard on the shoulder with the hangar, leaving a stinging sensation and a red mark.
He then grabs my right armpit as a stabilizer to keep me still, and goes up and down my armpit with the curtain, I fight the urge to writhe an twist, but I know it will lead to another strike, I just close my eyes and let it happen, the silence is the worst part, all I can hear is the rattling of the chains above me and the sound of the hangar running through my armpit hair. He then makes a wrapping motion around the front of my pit to the back of my shoulder causing me to writhe despite trying not too, luckily he doesn't strike me and puts it back down.
"only 2 minutes left."
I wait for his next torture, and it certainly comes, he pushes the top end of the shock pen into my wrist which sends a somewhat painful shock through my hands, this causes me to wiggle my hands in their restraints. He then pushes the pen down and runs it all the way down to my armpits, all the while the shock end is still down on my bare skin. The cold metal and shocks on my bare skin without a pause was exceptionally painful. I never expected so much torment from such a small tool, but what can I do, he's the only way I can get out of these restraints. He spends the last minute, making unusually potent circles around my pits with his fingers, until the last 5 seconds, then he stops and in a sudden motion yanks two large clumps of hair from each of my armpits, causing me to yell a muffled "FUCK" which causes him to laugh.
The ring of the timer was magical, I just let my body go limp and wait for my captor to release me, which he does to my partly surprise, but I can't catch myself and fall back first to the floor, which gave me a nasty bone bruise. He looked over me and said in a innocent tone "looks like you won your twenty dollars." and left my house.
I got up and ripped off the gag and ankle restraints and staggered to the kitchen to get some water My mouth was dry from the gag and every joint in my body ached. Now I could actually close my arms I felt the armpit sweat. It ran all the way down to my ribs. After getting some water I went straight to bed, tank top and all.
Completely true story.
Last edited by roflofl on Sat Jan 10, 2015 8:01 pm, edited 1 time in total.

### Re: I'm a Prisoner, and He Doesn't Even Know It.

Post by Jason Toddman » Tue Dec 23, 2014 7:57 am

Nice story.
Only one criticism: it would be easier to read if you placed an extra blank line between paragraphs in anything more than a few paragraphs long. Not necessary for something as short as my comment here, but doing it here anyway just to illustrate my point.
Because of the width of the pages, normal spacing between paragraphs that work fine with normal books makes widescreen text harder to get through without that extra spacing.
Other than a few punctuation errors, your grammar, spelling, and writing technique seem pretty good, so you'll probably get more positive feedback just by doing this one thing.
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### Re: I'm a Prisoner, and He Doesn't Even Know It.

Post by drawscore » Thu Dec 25, 2014 11:52 am

Have to agree with Jason this time. Line spacing between paragraphs makes reading a whole lot easier.
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### Re: I'm a Prisoner, and He Doesn't Even Know It.

Post by lockedup » Sun Jan 04, 2015 4:43 pm

great story
i'm 17, male, a bit of a computer geek, and love to be tied up