02 - The second time
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By Tara
Friday, November 7th 2003 - 10:30:28 PM
The second time
The night after my cousin Wes tied me up while we were playing with the big group of kids, all I could think about was how cool it felt when he tied me up. He said to come over the next day, and I was really excited.
My mom asked me what I was going to do all day while she was at work, and I told her that I was going to ride my bike over to my friend Erin's to play. For some reason I didn't want to tell her that Wes told me to come over when his home was at work.
I didn't know what to wear, but I knew I like how it felt in the sleeveless short dress that night before, so I put on this one piece shorts outfit. It had spagetti straps and was soft cotton and the shorts were attached to the top. I felt that this would kind of keep me covered but if he wanted to tie me up again I could feel the ties on my arms and legs. If I had only known what he was going to do to me!
I wanted to go over right away, but thought I shouldn't go first thing in the morning. I rode me bike over to his house and it was really hot. I knocked at the door and Wes motioned from the window for me to come around back. In the back of the house was his room, which had a sliding glass door next to the pool. I had never been in his room before. He opened the door and said he was glad I came.
His room was so big and dark and cool, with a really big bed with metal at the top and bottom. He is an only child and spoiled. The bed even had silky sheets, but was all messy. I kind of walked around his room looking at things, and he didn't say anything. After a while he asked if I was ready to be tied up. I just nodded, scared and excited.
He said that the rules were that I had to do whatever he said and that I couldn't tell anybody. I said ok. I got excited when he locked the door and closed the blinds on the sliding door.
He told me to take off my sandals and lie on the bed on the far edge. He went to his closet and got a hanger with all these ties on it. He told me to put my hands above my head. He took one tie and tied my wrists together. Then he pulled them high over my head and tied another tie to them and then tied it to the metal frame of the bed. It was really tight.
He then told me to cross my ankles and he tied them together. Then he tied them to the bottom of the bed frame with another tie. The bed was long and I am small, so I was really stretched out. My sunsuit was straining at the spagetti straps and the shorts were coming up.
Wes told me to move around and try to get away. I could only move my hips around. He told me to keep doing it. He got another tie and tied it around my eyes like a blindfold. Now I was kind of moving my hips around without trying. It felt so good and strange.
I heard him get something and then I felt a feather tickling my bare feet. it tickled so much that I squirmed. He tickled my feet for awhile and then started tickling up my legs. He tickled all the way up and then spent a long time tickling at the top my crossed thighs were my shorts ended. This drove me crazy and caused me to move around alot. My shorts came up more and were now all ridden up and bunched up.
Then he took the feather and lightly ran it across my chest. I could even feel it underneath my top. I hadn't worn a bra because I was too young and little to need one and I thought it would look weird with the sunsuit. But now I felt kind of naked and wished I had worn one. He spent a lot of time tickling me here and I started to moan. He told me to ssshh, the cleaning lady might hear.
He got another tie and told me to open my mouth. He gagged me and tied it behind my hair. It was kind of tight but when he started to tickle my chest and thighs again I could now move and moan.
He asked "you like this ok?" and I nodded. Then I heard him go to his desk and he brought back some little objects. He took one of them and lightly ran it around my thighs. Then he took it and I realized it was a clippy paper clip thing. He took the end of my one shorts and cliped it up on my sunsuit, exposing the top of thigh and the elastic legs on my underwear. He did this on the other side of the shorts too. He said "this is for making so much noise."
He got the feather again and tickled the tops of my thighs as I squirmed around. I had never been tickled here before! I couldn't help but make noises. He then got another clippy thing and clipped it to one side of my spagetti straps and then brought it the other spagetti stap side to meet it in the middle. This really exposed my chest on each side. I really started to make noise, now I was thinking he went too far. I could feel some of my nipples were showing, and it was exciting but it made the game more serious than just tying up.
I think Wes could tell I was a little scared, because he said "this is just a game, just like last night with the kids." Then he tickled my chest with the feather, going back and forth between each side. I gave in and loved it.
He tickled my face lightly with the feather and I could feel he was close and I could hear him breathing.
Then I heard him go to his closet again and get something. When he came back he started tickling my feet again but now he was wearing leather winter gloves. It was different then the feather because now it was his hands. He tickled my legs up and down, and then came to where the elastic on my underwear legs was showing. He lightly ran the glove fingers along the line of the elastic. I knew he was going to come up and touch my chest next, and I started to squirm and really mmppfff loud.
Then there was a loud knock at the door and we both jumped. Wes told me to sssshh and he asked who it was. The cleaning lady now wanted to clean his room. He told her to give him a sec.
He quickly untied me, untying the blindfold and gag first. I saw that I had gotten the tie that gagged me all wet and I realized I was all sweaty. When he got my hands and feet untied I took the black paper clips off. Wes quickly told me "this was great. come back another day if you want to play again." Then he opened the sliding door and told me I had to go home or we might get in trouble.
I went home and could not stop thinking about what had happened. I wanted to play again.
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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