Trying out the ropes (F/f)

[btz912]

I was rummaging through the stack of boxes in the attic in hopes of finding something interesting. It was mostly boring stuff, like old clothes and newspapers, but eventually I found an envelope with "photos" written on it. I opened it, and inside there were dozens of pictures of a girl tied up in various places and positions. She looked about my age (14) and reminded me a bit of my mom. I came down to the living room and showed her the photos. She looked a bit surprised and told me that those were actually her photos. She said that she used to tie herself up all the time and thought the photos got lost while moving in. Suddenly she asked if I wanted to try it out. I hesitated, but after some convincing, I finally agreed. She told me to lie on the couch on my stomach and went to the garage. After a while, she came back with a few pieces of rope and a roll of duct tape. She sat next to me and crossed my wrists behind my back. She wrapped them with rope and cinched it. She did the same to my ankles, also crossing and binding them together, and added a few more knots on my calves and thighs. She finished off by connecting my wrists to my ankles using another piece of rope, putting me in a hogtie. It was quite loose, but still enough to limit my movement. She seemed to remember something and reached for the tape. She moved my hair out of the way and wrapped it multiple times around my head, over my mouth. She got up and said she'll be going to the kitchen to prepare dinner and will be right back. I nodded, and she left the room. I started testing the ropes. They weren't too tight but still secure, and I couldn't reach any knots. The feeling of ropes around my body and being helpless was quite nice. I struggled a bit more, and eventually my mom came into the room. She came over with a mischievous smirk on her face. She asked me if I did the dishes like she asked me to, to which I shook my head. She said that now is the perfect time to punish me. She sat by my legs and started taking off my socks. I mphhhed through the tape, but she ignored me and, without warning, began tickling my feet. I squealed and fell onto my side. I tried moving away and covering one foot with the other, but she firmly held my ankles in place. After a few minutes of this, she finally stopped, said that this'll teach me a lesson, and started untying me.

[Redman]

That was a fun quick story. I enjoyed it. That said, for your next story, I would encourage you to be more detailed. Put us in the house with your characters.
I look forward to your next one.

[Crocodile]

I think tickling is a perfect punishment. You can do it without the fear of damaging your victim in any way.