This is just a short story of the many tortures my little sisters used to put me through when I was a kid. If people like this enough, I may consider writing more in detail about them.
My younger sisters used to dress and tie me up every weekend our parents went away, which was pretty much every weekend. They’d usually ambush me or take me by surprise.
I don’t have time for a full story right now but I’ll give you some details. The clothes I was dressed in belonged to my older cousin, as I was about her size at the time.
They’d doll up with lipstick, makeup, mascara, glue wigs to my head, and make me wear dresses. Sometimes I’d wear stockings or pantyhose at their request, mostly out of fear of what they’d do if I refused.
My sisters had realy big feet. Julia, my younger sister is a size 12 and a half, and Emma, the older sister was a size 11. Julia never washed her feet, so they always smelled terrible. Smelling their feet was always part of my torture. Since I have a very soft, big, squishy nose (they always said I have a pig nose), they were easily able to run their big feet up and down my nose, often using it as a scratcher or pressing it up into my face so it got all scrunched up.
They’d often insert an XL binder clip into my nose to stretch out my nostrils to the size of quarters, if not bigger, so I’d have no problem smelling their feet. Sometimes they even super-glued it in my nose so there was zero chance of me shaking it out. That was always the worst, and sometimes I had it in my nose for days. And since I have such a squishy nose, it was easily stretched out and would progressively get wider as time went on.
They also had a series of nicknames for me, but basically narrowed it down to “Piggy Boy” or “Ticklish Little Piggy”, mostly because of my nose and the fact that I snort when I’m tickled. They’d also make fun of how big my feet are, often calling me “Bigfoot” (I have size 16 feet now, but always had very large feet).
They would usually hogtie me so my big feet were helpless and tape my hands into fists so I couldn’t escape. They also hung me upside down, tied me to couches, chairs, and beds, and sometimes even mummified me with duct tape.
One of my sisters favorite torture techniques was a scarecrow wedgie. They’d give me a wedgie then insert a long stick in between my sleeve and the leg hole of my underwear. The stick was then tied back or hung to the wall, dresser, or most often, a tree in our backyard.
For gags they would use their socks. One dirty gym sock would be stuffed in my mouth and another tied around my head so I couldn’t spit the first sock out. They do this so they could still apply lipstick to my lips. They’d also tie or tape their smelly shoes over my nose so I was forced to breathe them in.
One of the cruelest things they did was train our dogs Roxxie and Cori to lick my feet on command. Obviously this was incredibly ticklish, especially since they both had big, long, slobbery tongues. The dogs would start licking my soles and they wouldn’t stop until the girls told them to.
This kind of stuff happened to me almost every week since I was 9 until I went to college… Please, please, please comment if you like it or have any questions. Also, feel free to PM me if you want to talk or ask me anything about it. Hope to hear from you!
