03 - Playing 'Chicken'
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By Tara
Wednesday, November 12th 2003 - 05:51:30 PM
Playing 'Chicken'
So, after the last time with my cousin Wes I was not able to get over to his house to play tie up games again until a week later because I had to go to cheer camp. When I got back I waited a couple days and then rode my bike to his neighborhood. I didn't know if he would be home or if he was alone, but I sure hoped he was. It was a boring summer, and our games were making it more fun.
I knocked at the door and he was home. He seemed glad to see me, and asked where I had been. He got me a coke and typical guy, wanted to hear all about cheer camp and the girls and stuff. We went back to his room, all casual. His mom was at work. I noticed that his bed was totally bare except for the bottom sheet and that he had cleaned up since last time. I sat on the bed and he asked if I wanted to hear this new CD. It was this weird slow techno music. He locked the door and I could tell he was ready to play again.
He asked me if I was OK with playing games again, and he said he wanted to make sure I knew they were just games. I said of course. He asked if I wanted to tie him up, and I told him not really. He said good, he just liked tying me up, but that if I would feel better tying him up I could. Then he told me our rules again - I had to do whatever he said and I couldn't tell.
He told me to lie on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and laid on the edge of the bed, like last time. This time he told me to spread out. He got out these long silky lady scarves out from under the bed. I was right - he was prepared this time and ready for me. Pretty exciting. He took my left wrist and tied it with the scarf to the metal top part of the bed, and took my other arm and spread it wide to the other side. He tied the ties tight, tighter than last time. He took my legs and tied them to the left and right sides of the bottom of the bed, so I was spread all like an X. I was almost doing the half splits, but this was OK.
Last time I felt kind of bare, so this time I wore my two piece swimsuit under my baggy t-shirt and skirt. This way I could feel the ties but still be wearing all my clothes. Also, my bikini tied at the top and back and then on both sides on the bottom, which I liked since the tying up games began. I was loving anything tied on me (still do!)
Wes got out his leather winter gloves and put them on and started by tickling my waist and underneath my arms. He made me laugh and beg him to stop, until I was screeching. The gloves felt good. He said I was being too loud and that I knew what that meant. He got a scarf and gagged me with it, pretty tight, tying it behind my hair. He also pulled my hair on purpose, which made me screech back. He started the tickling again and when I couldn't stand it anymore he moved down to my legs.
He tickled my bare feet for awhile, and then tickled my legs. This was even more sensitive feeling than last time, because now my legs were all spread. He ran his gloved fingers all over my legs, really lightly.
He got another scarf and tied it over my eyes. Then he told me we were going to play a game called chicken. He said that whenever something happened that I didn't want, all I had to say was "chicken." He got on the bed and sat by my feet. He took one hand and started running it up my leg, up my thigh, and kept going. When he reached my bikini bottoms I tried to say "chicken" through the gag. He stopped his hand there and said "that sounded kind of like chicken."
He then went down by my other foot and again ran his gloved hand up my other leg. This time when he got to where my bikini bottom started I kind of only mumbled "chicken" and he said "that didn't sound like chicken" and he kept running his fingers up and across my crotch, really slowly, and then down the other leg to my foot. He did it again, and I didn't say anything. Now he was running his fingers up the inside of my leg, really really slowly across my crotch and down again. I couldn't help but make noises through the gag.
Then he came up and straddled me and tickled me again, and pushed up my shirt. He reminded me to say "chicken" when I chickened out. He traced my bikini top, up and around the two triangles, tickling as he went. After a while he was tracing the top with the gloved fingers kind of slipped in the top and underneath the ties. When he moved his fingers inside the top I mmpphhed "chicken." He asked "was that a chicken?" I tried to say "yes." He said he couldn't hear anything. He put his fingers inside my top again, and this time I really loudly mmmpphhed "chicken." He said since I lost the chicken game I had to be punished.
He roughly untied the ties while straddling me and then got off and threw me over, so I was on my tummy. He tied me up again in the X, but this time face down. He sat on me while he tied me, and then while on me started tickling me. He then got some ice cubes out of my coke glass and was rubbing them on my thighs until they melted. I tried to struggle, but I was pretty helpless. He slipped some ice cubes in the backside of my swimsuit, and then rubbed the swimsuit til they melted. He got on top of me and reached around to try and put more ice cubes in my swimsuit top, but I pressed myself against the mattress so he couldn't get in.
By this time, the CD must have played like three or four times. I felt myself moving against the mattress, and I felt Wes on top of me moving too. After a few minutes of this he said "chicken." He climbed off, untied me and took off the gag and scarf around my eyes. I was all wrinkled and sweaty and wet from the ice. Wes looked pretty wrinkled too. I tried to be cool and said that I was going home now. He didn't say anything, just watched me leave.
(We played together alone and innocent like this just one more time...let me know if I should post it!)
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Tara
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Tara's stories
- 01 - The discovery (m/f)
- 02 - The second time (m/f)
- 03 - Playing 'Chicken' (m/f)
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