Student’s Tape Tickle (F/F)

[JulieG]

It is five years ago since UK went into lockdown down for Covid, so here is a story to celebrate what might have happened.

Charlotte and Chantel are two very different characters; a petite blonde English girl from a good home and a south London black girl thrown together in the melting pot which is university. Accommodation, they have become good friends, but the forced closer proximity of lockdown brings out characteristics neither knew they had before.


The room was a typical college dorm, filled with the scent of cheap textbooks and stale coffee. Posters of bands and movies peeled at the corners, hinting at the personalities of its inhabitants. One wall was plastered with photos of friends, outings, and inside jokes. The bed was unmade, a sea of blankets and pillows. In the center, a laptop played a muted TV show, casting blue light across the room.

"I dare you," Charlotte said, her blonde hair tied in a messy bun.

Chantel raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Dare me to do what?"

"Tie me up," Charlotte suggested, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. "With this balc duct tape."

“You what?”

“Come on. It’ll be fun. Hands behind my back.” Charoltte gestured, holding her arms behind her. “Legs together.” She stuck her legs out and wiggled her toes. “Gag me. Mmmmm. Look its not like either of us are going antwhere.” It was the second miponth of the public health crisis, people were spending days insidenthier houses. Online learning, netflix and one hour exercise per day were having thier toll.

Chantel's eyes widened slightly, the smirk growing into a grin. She took the roll of tape from Charlotte's hand and studied it with feigned seriousness. "Alright, but if you start to freak out, we stop, okay?"

"Promise," Charlotte nodded eagerly, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

Chantel took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. Despite her fantasies, she'd never done anything like this before, but the thrill of breaking the monotony of lockdown was too tempting. She stepped closer to her roommate, the sound of her bare feet on the cold floor echoing softly in the room. Carefully, she began to wrap the tape around Charlotte's wrists, pulling it tight but not too much. The tape whispered against the skin, sticking with a satisfying finality.

Once Charlotte's wrists were bound, Chantel stepped back to admire her handiwork. "How does that feel?"

"Tight," Charlotte murmured, testing the tension. "But good. Do my elbows too.”

Chantel's heart raced as she moved closer, the warmth of her body pressing against Charlotte's. She carefully bent Charlotte's elbows and wrapped the tape around the joints, creating a makeshift restraint that held her arms in place behind her back. The tape felt sticky and unyielding, a stark contrast to the softness of the fabric of the bed she sat on.”

"Perfect," Charlotte murmured, leaning into Chantel slightly. "Now my legs.” She wriggled and stuck he pale white legs out infront of her.

Chantel took another deep breath, trying to keep her pulse in check. She crouched down, the tape sticking to the floor briefly as she pulled it free. The sensation of the tape against her skin was strange, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand. She wrapped the tape around Charlotte's ankles, taking her time to ensure it wasn't too tight, but secure enough to hold. Then, she began to wind the tape below and above her knees, enjoying the way the muscles tensed and the skin felt under her fingertips.

Once her legs were bound, Charlotte wiggled again, testing the limits of her new constraints. "Now, the gag," she said, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Chantel paused, her dark eyes searching Charlotte's for any sign of doubt. Finding none, she took the tape and moved to her roommate's mouth. Charlotte pressed her lips together and chantel pressed the sticky material over them, smoothing it down to create a neat strip. She was careful not to cover her nose, ensuring she could still breathe easily.

"Mmph," Charlotte muffled out, her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

"Does it hurt?" Chantel asked, her voice a whisper.

Charlotte shook her head, the pink in her cheeks deepening. The tape was a constant presence against her skin, a reminder of her vulnerability and Chantel's power. She felt a strange thrill, a mix of fear and excitement that sent a shiver down her spine. The sensation was oddly comforting in the midst of the stifling lockdown routine.

"Good," Chantel said, her voice low and authoritative. "You're my slave now, and I can do anything I want." And with that threat began to tickle charloote’s bare feet.

Charlotte squirmed and giggled, her eyes watering with the sensation. She had never been particularly ticklish before, but the sudden touch in her vulnerable state was unbearable. "Stoppp," she mumbled through the gag, her body writhing in an attempt to escape. But the tape held firm, and she was utterly at Chantel's mercy.

Chantel, watching her friend's reaction with a mix of amusement and concern, paused. "Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes searching Charlotte's for any genuine distress.

"Mmhmm, Ohhhhh. Geeee" Charlotte nodded, her laughs muffled by the tape. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. she urged, the challenge in her eyes clear.

Chantel took the hint and resumed her assault on Charlotte's ticklish soles. Charlotte's body jerked and twitched with every touch, her giggles turning to muffled screams. Her eyes watered and she squirmed in her makeshift bondage, trying to pull her legs away. The tape on her mouth begas to come loose in the struggle.

As the giggles turned to pleas for mercy, Chantel felt a strange mix of excitement and guilt. She didn't want to push her friend too far. But Charlotte's squirming only seemed to egg her on. The tape around Charlotte's ankles stretched with each kick, but remained in place. The sound of her bare feet slapping against the mattress was punctuated by her muffled protests.

“Stop stop stop.” The tape finally came free from Charlotte’s mouth as she gasped for air, her cheeks still a rosy pink from laughing. She was panting and her eyes were wet with the effort of holding back her laughter. Chantel stopped tickling her immediately, placing a gentle hand on her shin.

“That gag wasn’t very good.” Charlotte said. Came away in a couple,of. Inutes.

Lperhaps if i wrapped the tape round your head rather than just put one piece.”

“Or pit something in my mouth rather than let my to hue push the tape off.”

“Something like what.”

“I dont know. A sock. Not like were going to use them for anythungelse right now.”

Chantel considered this for a moment, the thought making her stomach flutter. She leaned over to the drawer by the bed and pulled out a clean white sock. She held it up with a wink and asked, "Ready for round two?"

Charlotte nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of challenge. She opened her mouth obediently as Chantel gently pushed the sock inside, filling it completely. She felt the material press against her teeth and tongue, the fabric slightly damp from her own saliva. Chantel then took the tape again and wrapped it around her head, holding her long blonde hair out of the way, securing the sock in place. This time, the gag was snug, and she knew it wasn't going anywhere.

"Ready?" Chantel asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. Charlotte nodded.

And then it began.

Chantel’s fingers danced over Charlotte’s bound feet, mercilessly seeking out every ticklish spot. The sock muffled Charlotte’s laughter, turning it into a symphony of gurgles and squeaks. Her eyes watered as she writhed on the bed, trying to kick away from the relentless torment. The room echoed with the sounds of their laughter and the slapping of bare skin against the mattress.

The minutes ticked by as Chantel continued her tickling onslaught, her own giggles joining in the cacophony. Charlotte’s body contorted, her bound limbs straining against the tape, desperately trying to escape the unyielding fingers. The game had gone from a playful dare to a battle of wills, the air thick with the electricity of their shared thrill.

Chantel's touch grew more precise, her fingertips finding every sensitive spot without fail. She watched Charlotte's face, her cheeks now a deep shade of red, eyes squinted shut as she struggled to maintain her composure. The sock in her mouth turned soggy with saliva, but the muffled sounds of her laughter grew only more intense. She then mived her hands up, tickling Charlottes thighs until her finger tips reached under the baggy t shirt and behpgan to tickle her tummy.

Charlotte's body convulsed with laughter, the tape cutting into her skin slightly as she tried to arch away from the tickling. Her legs, bound at the ankles and knees, jerked involuntarily, making it difficult for Chantel to keep her balance. She felt the tension in her own stomach muscles as she fought to keep her amusement in check, the thrill of power pumping through her veins.

The tape around Charlotte's elbows had started to chafe, but she was beyond caring. All she could focus on was the unbearable sensation of Chantel's fingers dancing over her bare skin. She was aware of the time passing, the five minutes stretching into an eternity of tickling torture. Her muffled screams grew louder, her body thrashing as she tried to break free.

Finally, Chantel took mercy on her. She pulled her hand away, her own laughter subsiding into a series of hiccups. "Okay, okay," she gasped, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I'll stop."

Charlotte lay there, panting heavily, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her face scrunched up as if expecting another assault. Her t-shirt was ridden up revealing her flat stomach, which quivered from the effort of laughing so hard and hunted at her bare white breasts. The tape had left faint red lines on her skin, but the pain was overshadowed by the overwhelming sensation of relief that flooded her body.

Chantel watched her roommate with a mix of amusement and something else—a flicker of curiosity in her dark eyes. "It's not fair you have all the fun," she said, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Before Charlotte could fully process her words, Chantel had grabbed the tape and started wrapping it around her own ankles, the black tape a comtrast to her own chocolate skin and the more yellowy colour of the soles of her feet. She worked up and bound her knees as well before reaching in the draw for another sock.

Chantel took the other white sock from the draw amd rolled it in her palm, feeling the softness of the fabric. She gently pushed it into her mouth, making sure it filled the space completely. Chantel's eyes went wide for a moment before she put her hair up in a pony tail and took the tape again, this time wrapping it around her own head, ensuring the sock was in place. She pressed it down at the back of her neck with a firm pull, the sound of the tape tearing from the roll echoing through the room.

Unable to tie her elbows, Chantel put the roll of tape around the post at the foot of charolttes bed and, shuffling around on her. Ound knees, managed to wrap the tape around her upper anms and chest, kust belwo her alrge boobs, before cutting the end with scisors. She repeated the process with her hands behind her back, wrapping the five or six times before dropping the scisors to the floor.

The two friends looked st each other bound and gagged forms then chuckled behind their gags.

Chantel tried to say something, her voice muffled by the sock. She leaned back against the wall, her arms behind her and stretched her legs, pointing her yellow weinkly soles at charlotte.

Charlotte, still catching her breath, took the opportunity to get her revenge. She scooted closer to Chantel on the bed and, With a glint in her eye, she began tickling Chantel's feet, using her toes and moving up to the sensitive arches. Chantel's eyes widened in surprise, her body jolting at the sudden sensation as she pulled her feet away.

"Mmph," Chantel protested through the sock, her laughter muffled but no less intense.

Her legs thrashed in an attempt to escape Charlotte's assault, but she was just as secured in her bonds as her blonde friend was. The tape held firm, the sticky embrace unyielding as Charlotte's nimble toes continued their relentless dance across her black skin when her soles were guarded her legs were targetted. Chantel's body jerked with every giggle, her breasts bouncing against the fabric of her shirt.

The room was now a battleground of muffled laughs and squirms. The light from the laptop cast shadows across the walls, the blue glow bouncing off the tape that held them captive. The game had evolved from a simple dare to an unspoken challenge of endurance and wit. Each girl trying to outdo the other in their quest for dominance.

As the minutes turned into a half hour, the laughter grew more strained, the movements less frantic. Charlotte's breaths grew shallower, her chest rising and falling with each giggle. Chantel's eyes watered as she tried to keep her composure, the tape cutting into her skin as she laughed harder than she had in months.

Finally, the tickling came to an abrupt halt. Both girls collapsed onto the bed, their bound forms entwined, gasping for breath. Their chests heaved with exertion, the fabric of their shirts clinging to their damp skin. The tape had become part of them, a sticky emblem of their newfound bond.

Their eyes, shining with a mix of exhaustion and joy, met above their gags. They shared a silent understanding, a shared secret that had grown from a daring dare into something more. The room was a mess, the tape scattered on the floor, a testament to their bound struggle.

They lay there, their chests rising and falling in unison, their bodies tangled in a web of sticky tape and laughter. The tickling had stopped, but the thrill lingered in the air, a potent reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted between them as they stared into ine another’s eyes.

[LunaDog]

Ah COVID 19. In many ways we're still recovering from it, but, it had its good side too. This story, for example! Because you created something very enjoyable to read here, Julie, and i certainly did!

[AmyRush]

I missed your stories! Didn’t realize how much!