The Journal Entry (ff/f…f/ff)

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Dear Journal,

So, last night’s sleepover was great. Sarah, May and me had a great time watching our favorite horror movies with snacks and drinks. My parents retired to their bedroom early to escape the three loud 15 year olds laughing at the dummies on the screen just walking into their deaths instead of just running out of theater house, then screaming at the scary parts.
I wore a white shirt with grey shorts, leaving my black hair hanging lose over my green eyes. Sarah wore a matching blue pajamas shirt and pants, her blond hair tied in a ponytail to keep out of her blue eyes. May wore a black shirt and grey sweatpants, her red hair tied in pigtails as normal showing her green eyes.

After all the food was gone, we started giving each other manicures and pedicures while continuing our movie marathon. The pedicures took forever, Sarah and May could not keep still while I was working on their feet, had to hold their ankles to scrub their feet. Didn’t help that I would tease them every so often by gently tickling them with the long nails they put on my fingers not long before. That caused some trust issue for some reason.
When it was my turn though, they got their revenge. Afterwards though it was forgotten as we got ready to go to sleep finally, or so I thought.

One moment I remembered laying in my bed, May lay in her sleeping bag on the floor at one side of the bed, Sarah does the same on the opposite side so I was in the middle on the bed. Next thing I know it I was waking up from a deep sleep you get when you finally go to sleep after staying up half the night.
But when I woke up, I was completely stuck to the bed!

My blanket was gone, so I could see the Saran Wrap that mummified my body. It went around the bottom of the bed and over my body, from my shoulders all the way down to my ankle! What made it worse was there were four straps of duct tape to help keep the wrap in place. One strap at my shoulders, the second around my waist, third at my thighs and the last at my ankles.
Sarah and May were awake, standing on either side of me as they were currently working on wrapping the last of the duct tape at my ankles. Sarah would pass the roll of tape to May, who would bring it down to pass it to Sarah under the bed, then repeat.

They noticed I was awake, well I made it known when I tried wiggling free. I was completely immobilized! I could only move my head and wiggle my feet around. I learned real quick that I had duct tape over my mouth when I tried calling them names, which came out as muffled nonsense. It caused them to laugh, and I couldn’t help to giggle myself at the situation I’m in.
Then the teasing started once they were done with the tape. “Oh are you stuck?” “Can’t move?” Were some of the things said to me as they patted the tape down, sealing me in the Saran Wrap .
May then mentioned about me tickling them the night before, then motion her hand up and wiggled her fingers inches above my feet.

I can still feel that dreaded feeling, can still feel every nerve ending in my soles lighting up. Hearing May and Sarah giggle as they both slowly wiggle their fingers inches above my toes, as I desperately plead with them with unrecognizable muffled nonsense and shaking my head. The wave of anxiety and panic as I watch their fingers slowly move down as I scrambled to find some way to escape. Oh then when their fingers finally made contact, i wanted to just jump out of my skin. I probably could have if I wasn’t wrapped up like a package.

I am so ticklish, and I couldn’t move! All I could do was wiggle my feet around, trying to kick their fingers off in vain. They put me through this tickle torture for what seemed like hours before stopping.
But when I thought they finally had their fun, they just left the room! “Bye, good luck!” They said as they closed the door, leaving me in that imprisonment. I yelled in that gag as I strained against my cocoon, though how hopeless it was I still fought with all I had left after that brutal torment.

No matter what I did, my arms were kept pinned to my sides, my hands were under all that wrap and tape so they were no use. My legs kept pinned together except for my feet poking out at the foot of the bed.
After a while I took a rest, mockingly saying “help me” through the gag which I knew probably no one could hear my muffled voice. I remembered just looking down at my feet, rubbing them together and wiggling my toes since that was all the freedom I had.
The nerve endings in my feet were still on fire, feeling very vulnerable and helpless being barefoot and tied up tightly, especially after that whole ordeal. I almost didn’t want anyone to come seeing that I could be at the mercy of my feet being tickled again with no possibility of me defending myself. Yes, I’ll just stay tied up like this for the rest of my life…it already had felt like that was going to happen.

May and Sarah did return after awhile, they did tease me and made comments but thankfully no tickling again. It took them forever to release me from my bed, I cursed them and made other comments. But we had a good laugh about it and enjoyed the rest of the day.
Now it’s night again, thankfully it’s a long weekend from school so we planned on two, maybe three nights together. That being said I stayed up making sure I was the last to fall asleep, for my own protection.

But for Sarah and May? Well when I suggested to them to take melatonin to get them to sleep, I made sure they thought it was so they couldn’t tie me up again. Which was true, but as I watch them squirm around on my bedroom floor as I’m writing this on my bed. Well I think they got the massage…
Yeah after duct taping their hands behind their backs as well as their ankles, their mouths taped as well…it wasn’t as tightly of a package they left me in. So I wrapped them up in their sleeping bags and wrapped tape around them to seal them in with their heads poking out on one side, their feet poking out on the other side…which of course I had to tickle them. Now I can go on and lay down to sleep, knowing they won’t bother me tonight. What a sleepover they had turned out to be.