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25/03/2010
With a little difficulty, Mandy pulled a heavy antique armless wooden chair from the corner to the centre of the room. “Let’s get her tied to this chair,” she said to Carol. The two naked girls lifted my squirming body on to the seat, tying me in a sitting position with the remainder of Mandy’s silk scarves. My hands were lashed to the back of the chair, and another scarf under my bare breasts held my torso upright. My knees were strapped together and connected to the front corners of the seat. Finally, my bound ankles were tied to a low strut between the chair’s front legs. I was tied up
immobile, totally naked, gagged and completely at the mercy of these two devious women, to whom I had been forced against my will to display full-frontal nudity. I wasn’t exactly frightened, but I’d never felt so vulnerable in all my life.
“So now what?” enquired Carol, enthusiastically.
“So now…” Mandy paused for dramatic effect “…we tickle her feet.”
“Ooh, I don’t think she’d like that,” commented Carol, glancing at her own bare feet. “I certainly wouldn’t.”
“We’re not asking her to enjoy it,” Mandy replied, breezily. “We’re asking her to see common sense.”
The odd thing was that, although I struggled a bit and shook my head upon hearing Mandy’s suggestion, I wasn’t particularly worried about having my feet tickled. Of course, I was extremely ticklish in various areas of my torso. I’d always looked after my feet, and kept them soft and in good shape- avoiding the unhealthy practice of splashing solvent-based polish on my toenails- but they’d never been over-sensitive.
As a teenager at school a pretty brunette girl named Christine had challenged me to a foot-tickling competition, winner to buy an expensive gift for the loser. We’d placed our bare feet into a set of antique stocks in the school’s history department. They were then locked, and we tickled each other’s toes and soles. She’d thought that, as a fair-skinned blonde, I’d be very much more ticklish than she was, but I took my turn first as the “victim” and held out for a full five minutes of her tickling (admittedly with some difficulty near to the end) whereas she was laughing helplessly after a minute of my ruthless tickling and had to submit after two. Not that I stopped tickling her at that point; I was enjoying myself too much. But I digress.
Carol had once told me she simply couldn’t bear having her feet tickled, and this was probably the cause of her concern. But Mandy’s argument won her over, and they both knelt naked next to each other at my feet.
“Shall we take one foot each?” asked Mandy. Carol nodded her blonde head in affirmation and they began to apply their wiggling fingers to the soles of my bare feet- Mandy on the left foot, Carol on the right.
Well, I didn’t know what tickling technique Mandy was using on me, but it was certainly more effective than anything I’d known before. I put up with it for about ten seconds before trying to pull my left foot away, but of course I couldn’t- it was tied to the chair. Then Carol must have picked up on what Mandy was doing, because suddenly both my vulnerable bare feet were being unbearably tickled.
I pulled and pulled at the scarf that bound my ankles, but it was no use. My fingers flailed ineffectually behind me as I vainly attempted to free my hands. I tossed my head from side to side and gave vent to peals and peals of helpless, convulsive muffled laughter. My feet were being mercilessly tickled, and I couldn’t do a thing about it! Because of the gag, I couldn’t even plead with them to stop- but they wouldn’t have done so anyway. My naked boobs bobbed up and down as I struggled frantically. I rubbed the insides of my bare feet together up and down, but even this movement was restricted by my bound ankles. I screwed up my bare toes in desperation, but it was absolutely no use- I was powerless against the two naked girls’ ruthless tickling. All I could do was sit there and laugh.
After 30 minutes that had seemed to me like 30 hours, they stopped their painless torture.
“OK, Tracy are you ready to stay nude with us all day?” asked Mandy.
I nodded my head frantically. Yes, YES! Just don’t tickle me again.
“Hang on- that’s not enough.” Carol was grinning mischievously. “She’s looking a bit hot and flustered again, isn’t she, Mandy? I think, Tracy, that you should take a twenty-minute cold shower- while we watch and time you, to make sure you don’t dodge out of it early.”
That really was going too far as regards humiliating me. I shook my head, and instantly regretted it.
“Right- give her another ten minutes,” said Carol
My eyes widened with horror. No! Not again! No more! Don’t tickle my feet! But they’d already started apply their fingers to my bare toes again. My feet uselessly pawed the air, my entire body shook with laughter. Occasionally my struggles would send me leaning forward; over the bare shoulders of the two girls I could see the soles of their own bare feet rubbing ever-so-fractionally together, toes curling passionately with enjoyment. I longed to get my hands on Carol and Mandy’s bare feet and tickle them for revenge, but my hands were tied behind me!
Eventually, they stopped again. “Ready for your shower now?” asked Mandy. I nodded in resignation and they freed me before escorting me naked to Mandy’s huge bathroom. “We’ll leave the shower door open,” grinned Mandy, as I stepped into it. Just in case…”
I stood in the shower with my back to the giggling, nude Carol and Mandy, both of whom were watching my bare bum intently as I shivered. Cold water gushed from the shower above me over my bowed head- I still felt a sense of shame- and all over the other parts of my naked body. I stared at my bare feet. You two let me down, I thought, you weren’t supposed to be that ticklish.
But I also knew that one day I’d get my revenge on Carol and Mandy. Maybe one at a time; maybe combining forces with one against the other. But I was going to do it…
immobile, totally naked, gagged and completely at the mercy of these two devious women, to whom I had been forced against my will to display full-frontal nudity. I wasn’t exactly frightened, but I’d never felt so vulnerable in all my life.
“So now what?” enquired Carol, enthusiastically.
“So now…” Mandy paused for dramatic effect “…we tickle her feet.”
“Ooh, I don’t think she’d like that,” commented Carol, glancing at her own bare feet. “I certainly wouldn’t.”
“We’re not asking her to enjoy it,” Mandy replied, breezily. “We’re asking her to see common sense.”
The odd thing was that, although I struggled a bit and shook my head upon hearing Mandy’s suggestion, I wasn’t particularly worried about having my feet tickled. Of course, I was extremely ticklish in various areas of my torso. I’d always looked after my feet, and kept them soft and in good shape- avoiding the unhealthy practice of splashing solvent-based polish on my toenails- but they’d never been over-sensitive.
As a teenager at school a pretty brunette girl named Christine had challenged me to a foot-tickling competition, winner to buy an expensive gift for the loser. We’d placed our bare feet into a set of antique stocks in the school’s history department. They were then locked, and we tickled each other’s toes and soles. She’d thought that, as a fair-skinned blonde, I’d be very much more ticklish than she was, but I took my turn first as the “victim” and held out for a full five minutes of her tickling (admittedly with some difficulty near to the end) whereas she was laughing helplessly after a minute of my ruthless tickling and had to submit after two. Not that I stopped tickling her at that point; I was enjoying myself too much. But I digress.
Carol had once told me she simply couldn’t bear having her feet tickled, and this was probably the cause of her concern. But Mandy’s argument won her over, and they both knelt naked next to each other at my feet.
“Shall we take one foot each?” asked Mandy. Carol nodded her blonde head in affirmation and they began to apply their wiggling fingers to the soles of my bare feet- Mandy on the left foot, Carol on the right.
Well, I didn’t know what tickling technique Mandy was using on me, but it was certainly more effective than anything I’d known before. I put up with it for about ten seconds before trying to pull my left foot away, but of course I couldn’t- it was tied to the chair. Then Carol must have picked up on what Mandy was doing, because suddenly both my vulnerable bare feet were being unbearably tickled.
I pulled and pulled at the scarf that bound my ankles, but it was no use. My fingers flailed ineffectually behind me as I vainly attempted to free my hands. I tossed my head from side to side and gave vent to peals and peals of helpless, convulsive muffled laughter. My feet were being mercilessly tickled, and I couldn’t do a thing about it! Because of the gag, I couldn’t even plead with them to stop- but they wouldn’t have done so anyway. My naked boobs bobbed up and down as I struggled frantically. I rubbed the insides of my bare feet together up and down, but even this movement was restricted by my bound ankles. I screwed up my bare toes in desperation, but it was absolutely no use- I was powerless against the two naked girls’ ruthless tickling. All I could do was sit there and laugh.
After 30 minutes that had seemed to me like 30 hours, they stopped their painless torture.
“OK, Tracy are you ready to stay nude with us all day?” asked Mandy.
I nodded my head frantically. Yes, YES! Just don’t tickle me again.
“Hang on- that’s not enough.” Carol was grinning mischievously. “She’s looking a bit hot and flustered again, isn’t she, Mandy? I think, Tracy, that you should take a twenty-minute cold shower- while we watch and time you, to make sure you don’t dodge out of it early.”
That really was going too far as regards humiliating me. I shook my head, and instantly regretted it.
“Right- give her another ten minutes,” said Carol
My eyes widened with horror. No! Not again! No more! Don’t tickle my feet! But they’d already started apply their fingers to my bare toes again. My feet uselessly pawed the air, my entire body shook with laughter. Occasionally my struggles would send me leaning forward; over the bare shoulders of the two girls I could see the soles of their own bare feet rubbing ever-so-fractionally together, toes curling passionately with enjoyment. I longed to get my hands on Carol and Mandy’s bare feet and tickle them for revenge, but my hands were tied behind me!
Eventually, they stopped again. “Ready for your shower now?” asked Mandy. I nodded in resignation and they freed me before escorting me naked to Mandy’s huge bathroom. “We’ll leave the shower door open,” grinned Mandy, as I stepped into it. Just in case…”
I stood in the shower with my back to the giggling, nude Carol and Mandy, both of whom were watching my bare bum intently as I shivered. Cold water gushed from the shower above me over my bowed head- I still felt a sense of shame- and all over the other parts of my naked body. I stared at my bare feet. You two let me down, I thought, you weren’t supposed to be that ticklish.
But I also knew that one day I’d get my revenge on Carol and Mandy. Maybe one at a time; maybe combining forces with one against the other. But I was going to do it…
Poster:
Tracy H.
