What started out as a simple trip to the mall to search for new clothes ended in torture of many kinds..
My friend, Erick, would pick me up early in the afternoon so that we would have plenty of time to shop. We had become good friends over the time that we had known each other, and during a conversation one night, he mentioned that he would love to be tied-up and "tortured" one day in the future. I smiled to myself as my mind whirred with possibilities..
The mall was about a half-hour drive from my house, so that would give me plenty of time to give him a taste of what he wanted. I grabbed my biggest purse, and stuffed it with various sized scarves, bandanas, and a cold metal thermos. When he arrived, I walked calmly out to his car, armed with my best poker face. I got in, and as we drove away, we talked about the simple things in life.
A few minutes after we merged on to the interstate, there came a pause in the conversation. I reached down in my purse to grab a CD, and placed in the car's player, but didn't turn it on. He gave me a quizzical look as I just smiled at him. As he turned his attention back to the road, I quickly reached down for a short bandana, and grabbed his right wrist. He was startled, and didn't react as quickly as he could have, which gave me the upper hand. I tied his wrist to the upper half of the steering wheel, leaving him with just a few inches of space in case of an emergency. Erick started to loudly complain, but I didn't listen, and reached over for his left hand, another bandana in hand. He couldn't stop me, seeing as how his first hand was tied to the wheel, and the second followed soon after that. He was able to slide the bandanas around the upper half of the wheel, but couldn't reach his body at all.
Erick kept on complaining, so I turned on the CD I had taken out earlier.. Justin Bieber. His least favorite singer. I cranked the volume as Erick's disgust filled the car.
"Well that won't do," I coyly said. "How am I supposed to enjoy this if I have to listen to you the whole drive down?" So I reached into my bag for a scarf. It was bright pink, his least favorite color. Guessing what I was about to do, he jerked his head from side to side so that I couldn't tie his head. Having to watch the road, however, I got him after a few minutes. I slid it around his head, into his mouth, and locked it against the back of his jaw. I wrapped it around his head and into his mouth a few more times, and completed the tie with a pretty bow on the top of his head. With his pretty blonde, sort-of-long hair, I told him he looked just like a princess, which caused him to moan and muffle his voice into the scarf. He shot me multiple death glares during those few minutes as well.
I sat in the passenger seat, thouroughly enjoying myself, and then decided that I was a little hot. I took out the thermos that I had filled with ice earlier on in the morning, and took a sip. Then, for good measure, I placed the ice-cold thermos between his legs.
Erick's eyes bulged and I could detect muted screams. He couldn't remove it for his hands were tied to the wheel. I took some ice out of it, and slid some down the front and back of his shirt as well. He wriggled and squirmed, all while keeping his concentration on the road, as I concentrated on him. I slid some ice up and down his arms, then grabbed his side in a ticklish squeeze. He yanked away from that, but I could easily reach over and tickle him some more since he had no resistance against me. I did this to his side, his neck, and right above his knee as he continued to move around, trying to defy me.
As we neared the exit for the mall, I removed the thermos, and stopped the tickling. I took the scarf out of his mouth, which allowed him to release many profane comments on to me. This only made me smile wider though, proud of the work I had done.
He parked the car, and I removed his hands so he could turn it off. I also quickly slid out of the car so he couldn't try anything with me. He got out as well, glaring at me again.
"You think you're so cool, don't you?" he asked me snidely.
"Of course," I answered. "We still have the ride back as well."
