How To Be A Tickle Slave

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Matty was the first to break the silence "did you enjoy that small one" .No matter where or who i go to i always get called small one, but im 5'2" which is still pretty tall and i W-w-w-well girls, if you don’t mind me saying, I think the two of you should wrestle!” I stammered, stupidly, but amused by myself. Idiot. I took a minute as Marisa began to massage my shoulders and Dena kept doing my feet. Two hot girls. I was in heaven. “Yeah. I love it,” I said, seriously. That.... that... thats a lot of money, our family is suffering tough times. What happens to me if my family can not pay it?"

Dena left the room and Marissa sat on my waist, pinning me, and giggling. “This is so much fun – its like you’re our prisoner. You ever been tied up before, Jeff?”Knowing it can not be good. I could already feel a tingly sensation spiing on my instep of the sole. It was already causing me to erupt in slight giggles. At that moment, Dena arrived with a folding chair from downstairs and placed it near my head, sitting down in it. Marisa continued to pin me, her knees at my sides and her feet behind her. Amy got a big slow grin on her face and then laughed. Then she leveled me with this: "That's where you're wrong, hon. Because with what I'm about to do to you, you WILL scream! That's why I need to gag you!" And hi, Jeff. You pal-ing around with Dee this weekend?” Marisa asked, giving me an affectionate pat. She liked me – one thing great about Dena was she made sure all her friends liked me.

Dee – HI!” Marisa yelled, coming from behind the counter to hug her. She too, was hot. She had reddish-brown hair that was curly and past her shoulders, almost always tied in a pony tail. She wore a red-company vest over her button down short-sleeved sweater (it was warmish) and grey chinos and clogs. Yes, she was hot.I stumbled my senses going into overload trying to absorb the sight of him, his manly sent and the sound of his sexy erotic voice.

Sure did,” Dena sneered, raising her feet up. “Right here. My feet. This should shut you up, boy!” And Dena forced her right foot over my mouth while Marisa gasped. Break time,” she announce. “You can take your feet off his mouth, Marisa. He’s ready to explode. Marisa giggled harded and took her feet off my mouth. Dena untied my feet while Marisa untied my hands and I kept panting. Dena…n…no. No! No more! Please! Not now! I can’t…” and Marisa crouched down at my head and clamped her hand over my mouth. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying myself. I thought it was going to be annoying. But he was masterful at the pacing, bringing me right to the edge of painful laughter, managing to always keep it enjoyable. I’ll be honest: It felt great. It felt wonderful to laugh. Marisa did and got up. Dena got off me and the two of them lifted me up and placed me on the couch.You are so stupid," Amy said standing in the doorway. She was holding something in her hands. "You fell for this - all of it."

I was determined to keep our secret. “N-no, never,” I said. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” Silence, kidnap boy,” Dena yelled, and gagged me with her hand. “Yes, I’ve let you go these past couple weeks. I bet you don’t even fear me, evil Dena anymore, do you?” Marisa and she laughed and then Marisa said, “Well, then, miss, you and your, uh, HOSTAGE come this way,” and Marisa then took me by the hand to an aisle with all the rope. Well, I hear if you run the rope through the washer and dryer, it REALLY softens it up. You know, so it doesn’t hurt him when he’s tied up,” Marisa said. You have been a total (a)hole to me for weeks, with all your lewd suggestions and sly comments. I've tried to be sweet, but I've had it!" Amy said sharply.

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Luuxen? But sir, I was only going for my routinely walk in the woods when i fell down a rather steep hill. I apologies for intruding your territory i will leave right away" Ryan started at my feet. No reaction. They were too calloused from years of running to be sensitive. He moved from my knees to my belly. Nothing. You mean we should gag him? Wow – you play serious,” Marisa said. “What do you want to gag him with? We have some rags or tape or something?” I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind? You know, we haven’t talked about that. Can I buy you off? Do chores? Uh…be your slave for the day? Anything I can do to keep you from tying me up?” I asked, weakly. I mean,” Dena said, still on top of me, “I need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. That’s why we’re going shopping.”