James and Melody (self/m…f/m) part two; (m/f…f/m) part three; (f/f)

[Im.V]

The screen door slammed shut behind James, the echo bouncing through the empty house. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, leaving dusty trails on the cold, hardwood floor. It was the first time he had the entire weekend to himself, and the quiet was a strange pattern of solitude. He pondered the vast array of possibilities that lay before him.

Eleven years old with a mop of unruly blonde hair and eyes as clear as a cloudless summer sky. His attire for the weekend was simple: a well-worn black t-shirt that had seen better days and a pair of grey cargo shorts. His feet bare, he reveled in the feeling of freedom the cool floor provided, a stark contrast to the warm embrace of the outside world that was now a memory.

The house was a bastion of quietude, the absence of his family's usual bustle and laughter a gentle hum that sang to his imagination. It was in these moments of solitude that James often indulged in his peculiar hobby: the art of self-confinement. He enjoyed the thrill of the challenge, the way the ropes whispered against his skin as he tested his limits, a silent dance of escape that he'd performed countless times before. The knots he'd learned from old adventure books and YouTube tutorials were intricate and complex, a puzzle to solve with his fingertips and the occasional contortion of his limbs.

With the excitement of a weekend's worth of freedom pulsing through his veins, James sat cross-legged on his bed. He pulled out a coil of rope from under his pillow, the rough fibers feeling comforting in his small hands. The bedroom, a sanctuary of posters and toys, smelled faintly of dust and a hint of the outdoors, a scent that reminded him of his mother's garden. He took a deep breath and began his ritual, carefully tying his ankles together. The rope was not cruel, merely insistent, a gentle reminder of the boundary he'd set for himself.

Once his feet were secure, he turned his attention to his wrists. His heart fluttered with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. He'd been practicing with ropes for years, but today, he wanted to try something new. He spotted a shiny zip tie in his collection of escape tools, a leftover from a recent camping trip. The plastic was cold against his skin, a stark reminder that this was a game with consequences. He looped it around his wrists and pulled it taut, feeling the sharp bite as the edges dug into his skin. The sound of the plastic locking into place was final and unyielding.

With his wrists bound behind his back, James felt a rush of adrenaline. He wiggled his fingers, testing the give of the zip tie. It was tight, much tighter than the ropes he usually used. He knew it was a mistake as soon as he felt the blood pulse in protest against the plastic.
Thats when James realized he had forgotten the pair of scissors downstairs in the kitchen junk drawer. His eyes widened with a dawning sense of panic, his breath shallow and fast. The game had suddenly turned real, the lines between fun and fear blurring into a stark reality. He swiveled his head around the room, searching for an escape or a tool to free himself.

His heart thumped in his chest, a drumbeat of anxiety that grew louder with each passing moment. The thrill of the challenge had morphed into a cold, clammy dread. He wriggled and squirmed on the bed, his bare feet kicking the sheets in a desperate attempt to loosen his bonds.
James sighed as he found it hopeless, he sits up on his bed and wonders what he was going to do. By chance, James saw his friend and next door neighbor, Melody out his window.

James carfully slipped off his bed, his bare feet planted firmly on the carpet floor. He carful took two hops to his bedroom window, then yelled loudly to try to be heard threw a closed window.

“Melody!”

The twelve year old neighbor who was casually watering the flowers infront of the house next door looked around, seemingly to heard something but not sure where the sound came from.
James hesitated for a moment, feeling the familiar feeling of a burning heart seeing his secret crush. Melody’s black hair flew in the breeze around her green eyes, wearing a dark purple shirt over a pair of denim shorts. Her feet, bare as normal, were planted firmly in the warm soil as she focused on her task, her concentration broken by the distant shout.

James didnt want her to see him like this, the thought was embarrassing, but he knew he had no choice. He took a deep breath and called out again, his voice more desperate this time.
Melody gaze snapped up towards him. She then turned off the water hose she was using and walked into James’s front yard looking up at him. “Please come help me!” James yelled out.

Melody seemsed to understand as she walked up to the front door. James tried to hop back to the bed but feel over and landed on his bedroom floor with a thud. James moaned as he lay on his stomach before hearing Melody downstairs “James? Are you okay?”
“Yeah!” James yelled “just come up here please!” Melody’s soft footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and soon the bedroom door was opened. The look on Melody’s face shown both curious and alarm seeing Jame’s predicament,

“James, you’re all tied up” Melody’s voice was filled with confusion and amusement, the corners of her lips twitching into a smirk. She couldn’t help but find the sight slightly entertaining, despite the obvious distress he was in. She stepped into the room, her bare feet silent on the carpet floor.

The sight of Melody put butterflies in Jame’s stomach, making him feel sheepish. James felt a little excitement mix with embarrassment being tied up infront of her.
“Melody, I know this is weird, but I accidentally tied myself up too tight and I can’t get out. Can you help me?” James’ voice was a mix of hope and embarrassment.
Melody’s smirk grew into a full-blown grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She stepped closer to him, kneeling down so they were eye to eye.

“Why did you tie yourself up?” Melody asked, trying to hold back her laughter. James felt his cheeks flush, the heat spreading like wildfire across his face. He didn’t know how to explain his strange hobby without sounding like a complete weirdo.
“It’s just something I like to do sometimes, you know, for fun,” he mumbled, averting his gaze from her amused expression. Melody’s smile softened a bit, and she nodded, her curiosity piqued.

“I’ve tried it before too, you know,” she admitted, leaning closer. “But I never got into it as much as you have, obviously.
“Really?” James asked, in his head he imagined Melody tied up for a split moment, feeling his heart burning again.
Melody nodded and peered over his bonds before asking “so do you like being tied up?”

James squirmed uncomfortably under her scrutiny, the zip tie cutting into his wrists. “A bit, well, yes i guess.” He stuttered trying to compose himself. Melody’s gaze lingered on his face, a glint of understanding in her eyes.

Melody's expression grew thoughtful as she took in the sight of James, bound and helpless. "Alright, I can see you're really stuck here," she said, her voice a mix of amusement and concern. "But before I help you out, how about I tie you up a bit more... you know, just for fun?"

James' heart raced. He'd never considered the possibility, but the thought of Melody tying him up was both terrifying and thrilling. The idea sent a strange tingle down his spine. He looked into her eyes, searching for a hint of what she was thinking, but her face was a mask of innocence.
"Why?" He managed to croak out, his voice betraying the excitement he was trying to hide.

Melody's grin widened. "Because you're obviously pretty into it. And you share a familiar secret that i have”
James's mind raced with the implications of her words. He felt a mix of excitement and fear, unsure if he could handle being at the mercy of his crush. But the adventurous spirit that had led him to this predicament in the first place whispered a challenge in his ear. He nodded slowly, his breath hitching in his chest.

Melody stood up and went to his closet, rummaging through his camping gear. She pulled out a length of soft rope. "This should be more comfortable," she said, holding it up. "But first, I need to get you out of this zip tie." She approached him, her bare feet silent on the carpet.

James felt his heart pound as she leaned over him, her dark hair brushing his cheek. He could smell the faint scent of coconut sunscreen and garden dirt from her earlier activities. She carefully cut the zip tie with something James couldnt see, and his wrists sprang apart, the sudden release of pressure leaving him with a tingling sensation.

"Thanks Melody," James murmured, his voice a mix of relief and anticipation.

Melody chuckled, the sound light and musical. "Don't thank me yet," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Now, let's see if you can handle a real challenge."

With surprising dexterity, Melody began to wrap the rope around James' wrists, her nimble fingers tying a knot that was both secure and surprisingly comfortable. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, leaving James feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability.

As the ropes tightened, James could feel the heat from her body and her soft breath on his neck. He took in her scent, a mix of sunscreen and fresh-cut grass from her afternoon in the garden, and felt his pulse quicken. It was a strange feeling, being so close to Melody in such a vulnerable position, and yet it was a thrill that he had never experienced before.

Once his hands were tied behind his back with the soft rope, Melody stepped back to survey her handiwork, her eyes gleaming with excitement. James felt the gentle pressure of the ropes, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving bite of the zip tie. His breath came in short, shallow gasps, his heart racing from the exhilaration.

"Ever been hogtied, James?" Melody asked, her voice playfully challenging.

James' eyes widened at the question. He had seen the move in movies and read about it in books, but had never tried it himself. "What's hogtied?" he replied, feigning ignorance.

Melody's smirk grew. "It's when you tie someone's hands and feet together behind their back. Here, let me show you…”
With surprising strength and grace, Melody grabbed James's ankles and pulled them up towards his bound wrists, looping rope around both. He felt a rush of excitement and fear as she secured the knot, his body contorting into an unfamiliar position. The sensation of being completely at her mercy was overwhelming, his heart hammering in his chest.

“How does that feel?” Melody asked, a hint of smugness in her voice.

James's cheeks burned as he tested his new restraints. The ropes were snug around his ankles and wrists, his legs folded up behind him in a way that was both awkward and oddly exhilarating. He could feel his pulse racing in his ears, the thrill of the situation getting to him. "It's... different," he admitted, his voice strained.

Melody's smug expression grew into a full smile as she stepped back to admire her work. "You like it, don't you?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

James could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to find his voice. "Yeah, it's... interesting," he murmured, his face flushing deeper.

Melody's eyes sparkled as she took in his bound form, his feet now elevated and exposed. "You know," she began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "being hogtied like this puts your feet in the air on full display."

Her words sent a shiver down James's spine. He hadn't thought about the vulnerability of his position, but now, as he felt the cool air caress his soles, he realized just how exposed he was. He couldn't help but squirm, the anticipation of what she might do next making his skin prickle with excitement.

Melody noticed his reaction and couldn't resist the temptation. She knelt beside him, her green eyes dancing with mischief. "You know, James, when someone's all tied up like this, it's just too easy to tickle their feet," she whispered, her fingers hovering just above his toes.
James's eyes widened in alarm, his heart skipping a beat. "Melody, no," he pleaded, but his protest was laced with a hint of excitement that he couldn't quite hide.
Melody's grin grew even wider. "Oh come on, James," she cooed, her fingertips brushing lightly against the arch of his bare foot. "It's just a little tickle, I promise."

James felt his toes curl in anticipation as Melody's fingers traced the sensitive skin of his soles. The light touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure and fear through his body. He tried to pull his legs away, but the ropes held him firmly in place, leaving him at her mercy.
"Melody, please," he begged, his voice a mix of desperation and excitement.
Melody smiled as her fingers began to softly tickle James's feet. His legs jerked and thrashed, his giggles filling the room. She watched him squirm, enjoying the power she had over him in this vulnerable state. Her eyes danced with mischief as she explored the sensitive spots, her own heart racing with excitement.
The sound of his laughter grew louder and more frantic as she continued to tickle him, his body twisting and turning in an attempt to escape her

Finally, she ceased her attack, and James took a deep, shaky breath, his cheeks red from laughing and his eyes watering. "Your feet are so soft and ticklish," Melody said, her voice filled with amusement.
James sighed as he catch his breath, smiling as he said “that is torture, Melody."
Melody sat back on her heels, her expression one of delight. "I know," she said with a wink. "But it's fun to see you squirm."

Melody stood up and walked to his dresser saying “now, i need to go back home and finish the chores my mom is having me do.” James noticed she pulls out a sock from his dresser and a long necktie that was laying on the floor, she looked back at him with a playful glint in her eyes.

"What are you doing?" James asked, his voice filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement.
Melody held up the sock and tie with a mischievous smile. "This is to keep you quiet, so you don’t scream for help," she said, her tone light and teasing.
James felt his heart race even faster, his breath coming in short bursts.

Melody approached him with the sock, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She gently pushed it into his mouth. James’s eyes grew wide, but he didn’t protest, the thrill of the situation overpowering his initial fear.
Once the sock was securely in place, she took the necktie and began to wrap it around his head, pulling it tight against his cheeks. She tied it in a knot behind his head, the material pressing between his teeth and keeping the sock firmly in his mouth.

James's eyes watered as he bit down on the fabric, muffling any sound he made. Melody stepped back, surveying her work with a smug grin. "There, that should keep the noise down," she said, her voice light and teasing.

"Mmph!" James protested around the gag, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement.
Melody chuckled, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't worry," she assured him, patting his bound ankles. "I'll be back when I'm done with my chores. It shouldn't take too long."
The thought of being left alone, tied and gagged in his room, sent a thrill through James. He had never experienced anything like this before. The house seemed to grow quieter as Melody's footsteps grew distant, leaving him with only the sound of his own muffled breathing and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

[TuggyMale]

Amazing, absolutely amazing.

I love how you work with different senses like not only feeling but also smelling and hearing. Really good story.

I Hope James gets more chances to get tied up by Melody and maybe, just maybe, he can also tie her up at least once

[milagros317]

Wonderful story!
Hoping for a sequel about what happens when Melody returns.

[Noobiereader666]

Really hoping for a continuation for this tale
Hope she gets the chance to him up in a different position and tickles his upperbody next

[gar2854]

Melody should not be twelve years old during this story
period. Way to young

[Snozzberry]

James is learning what it's going to like when he's married and under the complete control of a sneaky women. Poor James just lying there with nothing to do, perhaps it's about time for a kidnapping burglar to enter the scene.

[jone123]

Wonderful story, I wish I had similar experience growing up haha

[Im.V]

Part two;

”you left me hogtied for two hours!” James exclaimed with a hint of amusment in his voice. Melody chuckles at the memory of the previous day, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “But did you enjoy yourself?” Melody asked playfully. James felt his cheeks warm up and he nodded, unable to hide his smile.

James felt his heart thumbing at the memory of the previous day mix with the current task of him now tying rope around Melody’s wrists behind her back. She was surprisingly still, letting him fumble with the knots. His fingers trembled slightly as he worked, trying to be gentle yet firm. The rope felt coarse against her skin, and he noticed her pulse quickening beneath his touch. He wondered if it was from excitement or nervousness.

Melody wore a black t-shirt, the fabric thin and stretched tight across her back as James worked on the knot. The shirt was adorned with a small white skull in the center, a stark contrast to the innocence of her giggles. Her jeans were snug, but not restrictive, and the way they hugged her legs made James's stomach flutter. She looked over her shoulder at him, her green eyes piercing through the room's dim light, filled with curiosity and anticipation.

James, on the other hand, was dressed in a simple white shirt that was a size too big, making him appear smaller than he was. The collar was slightly frayed, hinting at its long history of adventures with him. The grey sweatpants he wore were baggy, allowing him to move freely without any constraints, which was quite the opposite of Melody's current state.
Their bare feet planted firmly on the carpet floor of James’s living room, the only sound in the room was the rhythmic inhale and exhale of their breathing and the occasional squeak of the rope as James tightened it around Melody's wrists. The air was thick with a blend of excitement and nervousness, a potent cocktail that only heightened the tension between them.

Once Melody’s hands were tied, she lay on the couch on her stomach and lifted her feet up, inviting James to tie up her ankles. As James rounded the rope around her ankles, he couldn’t help but study her bare soles, noticing the way the sunlight from the window painted them with a warm glow. The rope dug slightly into her skin, but she didn’t flinch. Her toes curled and uncurled, hinting at the effort she was making to stay still.

With the final knot in place, James stepped back to admire his work. Melody’s legs were now bound together, her feet dangling in the air playfully. He felt a strange sense of power, yet also a hint of guilt for enjoying this so much. Without warning, he reached out and tickled the sole of her right foot. Melody’s body jolted and she let out a high-pitched squeal, her eyes squeezing shut in an instant. Her giggles filled the room, a sweet sound that James found oddly satisfying. He continued to tickle her, watching as she squirmed and writhed, trying to kick him away.

“Stop tickling my feet!” Melody exclaimed, her voice a mix of laughter and protest. Her cheeks had turned a rosy pink from the exertion and the thrill of the moment. James pulled his hand back, a wide grin on his face as he watched her try to regain composure. Her chest heaved with each breath she took, the fabric of her shirt rising and falling with every giggle. He realized that his own heart was racing as well.

“Now for the gag,” James announced, his voice a bit shakier than he had intended. He reached for the roll of duct tape on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving Melody’s. She bit her lip, her gaze locked on the shiny silver tape. It was a silent acknowledgment of the next phase of their game. James approached her cautiously, the tape feeling cold and heavy in his hand. He tore off a strip and hovered it over her mouth, giving her one last chance to protest. But she just nodded, her eyes shining with excitement.

He pressed the tape firmly across her mouth, smoothing it down to ensure it was in place. The sound of the tape ripping from the roll seemed to echo in the room. Melody’s eyes grew wide as she felt the sticky material cover her lips, muffling any sounds she might make. Her breathing grew quicker, and James could see the slightest tremble in her cheeks. He stepped back, watching her reaction, a mix of excitement and trepidation. She looked incredibly vulnerable, yet somehow more alive than he had ever seen her.

The living room was now filled with the aroma of the popcorn they had made earlier, the scent mingling with the faint smell of the rope. The TV was on in the background, playing their favorite cartoons, the muffled laughter of the characters serving as an unusual soundtrack to their current situation. The couch cushions were slightly indented from Melody’s weight, the fabric a stark blue against her bound form.

Melody began to wiggle and struggle against her restraints, the ropes tightening around her wrists and ankles as she tested their strength. James couldn’t help but feel a thrill watching her, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed as she twisted and turned. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could aid in her escape. Her movements grew more frantic, her breathing more labored, yet she remained silent except for the occasional muffled grunt.

James sat on a recliner across from the couch, his eyes glued to Melody's bound form. The sight of her there, helpless yet filled with a fiery determination to break free, was exhilarating. He leaned back, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, as he watched her struggle. Each twist and pull she made against the ropes only served to make her look more enticing to him.

Melody's eyes narrowed with a silent challenge, and she began to rock her body back and forth, the couch squeaking under her weight. Her legs thrashed from side to side, and James could see the muscles in her thighs and calves flexing with each movement. She managed to propel herself off the couch and onto the floor, the thud echoing through the room. Now, she was on her stomach, her bound hands reaching up and down as she tried to inch forward.

James's heart raced as he watched Melody's escape attempt. He had never seen her so focused and determined. The way she moved with such grace, despite her predicament, was mesmerizing. He leaned in, his eyes tracking the rope that held her, searching for any signs of weakness. But it was tight, holding her firmly in place.

Melody's eyes locked onto James, and she winked, a silent message that she was enjoying this as much as he was. She renewed her efforts, arching her back and pushing against the floor with her bound feet.
James couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of Melody's determination. He stood up and approached her. Her eyes followed him as he moved, and she let out a muffled sound of protest when he knelt beside her.

He grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and pushed them back towards her wrists. "I think you need a little more of a challenge," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. Melody's eyes widened, but she didn't fight him as he began to tie her ankles to her wrists behind her back to creat a hogtie. The tension in the room grew with each wrap of the rope. Her breaths were now coming in short bursts, and her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat.

When James finished, Melody was completely immobilized, her body folded in a way that was both vulnerable and oddly alluring. She lay there, panting, her eyes locked on his. He took a moment to appreciate his work, the way her body curved and bent under the restraints.

The room grew quiet except for the distant laugh track of the cartoons and their heavy breathing. Melody's chest rose and fell rapidly, pressing against the floor. James felt a strange mix of emotions—excitement, guilt, and a newfound attraction that was foreign to him. He reached out and gently stroked her feet, the softness of her skin against his palm sending a shiver up his spine. Melody’s eyes closed briefly, and she let out a muffled sound as the ticklish sensation shot through her.

Without warning, James moved his hands to her sides and began to tickle her. Melody’s body tensed and she squirmed, her muffled giggles growing louder. Her eyes watered and she writhed in a futile attempt to escape his grasp, her bound body bouncing off the floor. James couldn’t help but laugh along with her, his own breaths coming in short gasps as he watched her contort and twist. Her black shirt rode up slightly, exposing the smooth skin of her midriff, and he couldn’t resist the urge to tickle her there as well.

The game grew more intense as James’s fingertips danced along Melody’s sides, her giggles turning into helpless laughter. Her cheeks were now a deep crimson, and James felt a strange sense of satisfaction knowing he was the cause of her distress. But it was a good distress, the kind that brought them closer together in a way that nothing else could.

James’s gaze drifted to her feet again. He tickled her soles once more, her muffled squeals growing louder. Melody’s eyes shot open, wide with surprise and delight, and she began to kick her legs wildly in an attempt to get away from his tormenting touch. The ropes held firm, digging slightly into her skin as she thrashed about, her movements growing more erratic.

But then, as suddenly as it had begun, James’s tickling ceased. He sat back on his heels, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he took in her bound form. He glanced around the room, searching for something that would add an extra layer of excitement to their game. His eyes fell upon a pair of scissors that had been left on the coffee table from earlier in the day.

He picked them up and held them out to her, the silver glinting in the light. "Now, if you want to get out of this, you’re going to have to work for it," he said, his voice still carrying that hint of playful challenge. He placed the scissors carefully on the floor, on the other side of the room. Melody's eyes went wide with understanding, and she began to struggle anew, her eyes never leaving the scissors as she inches her way towards them.

The TV played on, the cartoons now forgotten as the focus of the room shifted to Melody’s determined crawl. Her eyes flicked back to James every so often, checking if he was watching, his gaze remained glued to her. She took deep breaths and pushed herself forward, her wrists and ankles straining against the ropes. The sound of her movements filled the room, a symphony of grunts, the squeak of the floorboards, and the rustle of fabric between her clothing and the floor.

Melody's eyes grew intense as she reached out for the scissors. The TV screen flashed with color, casting a flickering glow on her bound form. James sat, his legs crossed, pretending to be absorbed in the cartoons, but every so often, he'd glance over, his heart racing at the sight of her struggle.

With a final burst of energy, Melody's fingertips brushed against the cold metal of the scissors. She gasped a muffled cheer, her eyes lighting up with triumph. James couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for her determination. He watched as she maneuvered the tool into her hand. With a tremble, she brought the scissors closer to the ropes.

But just as the scissors hovered over the ropes, James's conscience took over. He didn't want to risk cutting her. He shot up, his heart racing, and made his way over to her. "Let me help," he said, his voice thick with anticipation.

Melody looked up at him, her eyes filled with both hope and a hint of annoyance. He took her hand, guiding her to set the scissors aside. "Trust me," he whispered, his voice low and reassuring. He began to untie the knots, his trembling fingers working quickly yet gently.

The tension in the room was palpable as the ropes loosened and Melody's body was freed from its constraints. She sat up, rubbing her wrists and ankles before removing the tape gag. Her cheeks were flushed, and she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"That was..." Melody paused, searching for the right word. "Awesome!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. James felt a warmth spread through his chest at her reaction. He had been worried that she wouldn't enjoy it, that she'd think he was weird for wanting to play this way. But her enthusiasm was all the reassurance he needed.

They took a break from their game, sipping on the ice-cold soda they had placed on the coffee table earlier. Melody leaned against the couch as she sat on the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her. James noticed the rope marks on her skin and felt a strange sense of tenderness. He reached out and traced one of the marks with his thumb, watching as the pinkness faded. Melody's eyes locked onto his, and she offered a small, shy smile.

The TV played on in the background, but their attention was solely on each other. James felt his cheeks burn as he realized he was still holding her hand, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he gave it a gentle squeeze, and she returned the gesture, her thumb brushing over the back of his hand in a comforting rhythm. The air was charged with something more than just the electricity of their game, something deeper that neither of them quite knew how to name.

Melody's smile grew, but she quickly averted her gaze, looking down at her feet. Her toes wiggled slightly, and James couldn't help but think of the way she had reacted to his tickling. He wondered if she was replaying the moment in her mind, too.

Sensing the shift in the air, James cleared his throat and leaned down to grab the ropes. "Ready for round two?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Melody's eyes snapped up to meet his, and she nodded eagerly, her smile widening. This time, she suggested they switch places. The idea sent a thrill through James, and he nodded in agreement, his heart racing. “I have a perfect plan for you James” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Moments later, James finds himself tied up to his bed with the ropes he tied Melody with, his heart racing from both excitement and a hint of fear. Melody had moved with surprising swiftness and precision, looping the ropes around his wrists and ankles, her movements a blur of black fabric and dark hair. She had giggled the entire time, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she secured the knots.

James’s hands were secured together and above his head, tied to the headboard. His feet were tied together at the ankles and secured to the footboard of the bed. He lay on his back, his breathing shallow as he took in the sensation of being utterly restrained. The feeling of vulnerability was intense, but it was the anticipation of what Melody had planned for him that truly sent his heart racing.

Melody looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, a smug smile playing on her lips as she reached for the duct tape. James’s heart skipped a beat as she tore off a piece, the sound sharp in the quiet room. She moved closer to him, her breath warm against his face as she hovered the tape over his mouth. He felt a strange thrill as she leaned in, pressing the tape firmly over his lips. The pressure was surprisingly comforting, yet the knowledge that he was now completely at her mercy was exhilarating.

“Mmpph” James protested playfully as Melody secured the tape over his mouth. She giggled and took a step back, admiring her handiwork. He could see the excitement dancing in her eyes, and his own heart rate spiked in response.

Melody moved to the edge of the bed, her eyes scanning his body with a playful glint. James felt a shiver run down his spine as he anticipated her next move. She reached out and gently traced her fingertips along his bare feet, starting at his toes and moving up to his ankles. He couldn’t help but squirm under her touch, the anticipation of her tickling him making him feel both vulnerable and excited.

Her touch grew firmer, and she began to tickle the soles of his feet. James’s body jolted and he tried to pull away, his eyes squeezing shut as he let out a muffled giggle. The ropes around his wrists and ankles held him firmly in place, and all he could do was kick his legs and thrash his body in a futile attempt to escape her relentless tickling. Melody’s laughter filled the room as she watched him squirm, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Pausing her tickling, Melody gracefully sat on the bed beside James, her legs swinging over his stomach. James’s vision was blocked by the sight of the bottoms of Melody’s feet, crossed at the ankles resting on his chest. James moved his head slightly to see behind the pair of soles, seeing Melody adjusting herself to rest her head against the railing of the footboard of the bed before casually stroking his feet again.

Her touch grew firmer as she began to tickle him once more, her eyes never leaving his soles as she smile warmly, amusement on her face as she watched how James’s feet reacted to her touch.

James’s body contorted in a dance of helplessness, his laughter muffled by the gag. His eyes watered as Melody’s fingers danced over the sensitive spots of his feet, her touch alternating between feather-light and firm, keeping him guessing. The ropes bit into his skin as he tried to kick and twist away, but he was trapped in her playful embrace.

Melody’s toes wiggled slightly in the air as she worked her magic, a silent tease that James couldn’t ignore. His eyes locked onto the sight of her bare feet, the way they curled and uncurled with each tickle she delivered.
Her fingernails scraped along the arches of his feet, and he felt goosebumps rise along his skin. James’s legs thrashed madly, his bound hands pulling at the ropes above his head. The sound of his muffled laughter was music to Melody’s ears, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she watched him squirm.

But just when James felt like he couldn’t take it anymore, Melody’s touch grew gentle. Her tickling transformed into a soothing massage, her thumbs pressing into the soles of his feet, rubbing away the tingly sensation. He let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing into the bed beneath him.
Her hands moved in slow circles, working the tension out of his muscles. James’s eyes fluttered shut, and he couldn’t help but moan softly through the gag. The feeling was heavenly, and he found himself leaning into her touch, craving more.

Melody’s feet remained on his chest, and he found his gaze drawn to her bare soles. He watched as she played with her toes, the pads of her feet flexing slightly with each movement. Her skin was smooth and pale. James felt his breath hitch as she began to wiggle her toes, the sight of her foot playing on his chest both strange and oddly comforting.

He felt the weight of her foot shift, and suddenly, her toes were pressing into his side, tickling him anew. His body jerked and he let out a muffled squeak. Melody’s eyes sparkled with delight as she watched him, her own laughter bubbling up. She began to tickle him again, her feet moving in a slow, deliberate pattern across his chest and stomach.

James’s eyes grew wide with surprise, his breathing shallow as he felt the sensation build. He writhed under her touch, trying to escape, but her feet were like two little vices, keeping him in place. The ropes bit into his wrists and ankles as he struggled as he slightly squirm. His body was a canvas of sensation, each giggle and squirm a brushstroke in their intimate dance.

Melody, with a devious grin, hopped off the bed and sauntered over to James’s dresser. She rummaged through the top drawer, her eyes searching until they fell upon a simple black hairbrush. She picked it up with a flourish, the wooden handle feeling cool in her hand. "Let’s see how mad I can make you feel after this," she said, her voice dripping with playful malice.

James’s eyes grew wide as Melody straddled his legs, her back towards him as she leaned over his bound feet. In her hand, the black hairbrush looked almost innocent, but the glint in her eyes told a different story. She brought the brush down to his feet, the bristles brushing lightly against the sensitive soles. His body jerked in surprise, and his eyes snapped open, sending a wave of anxiety through his body.

Melody's technique was precise, using the brush to tickle James in ways she knew would drive him wild. Each stroke sent a new wave of sensation through him, a mix of pleasure and pain that was intoxicating. The brush was firm yet gentle, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. James’s muffled squeals grew louder as she explored every inch of his feet, her own laughter adding to the symphony of sounds in the room.

Her movements grew bolder, her strokes more deliberate. The brush glided over James’s skin, eliciting a symphony of reactions from him. He arched his back, his bound hands clenching and unclenching above his head. His legs thrashed, the ropes around his ankles straining with each kick. Yet, despite his struggles, Melody’s feet remained firmly planted on either side of his hips, keeping him in place.

It was then that James felt the duct tape give way, peeling off his skin as he let out a scream of laughter that grew louder than ever before. The sound echoed through the room, and Melody's eyes went wide with surprise as she watched him. The tape hung loosely from his upper lip, a testament to the intensity of his mirth.

Melody's own giggles grew into laughter as she took in the sight of James, his face a mask of pure joy and relief. She climbed off the bed, her bare feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. She couldn’t help but join in on his laughter, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.
“Please” James starts to say between gasps of air “dont touch my feet anymore, I cant handle it!”
Melody's smile grew even wider, and she couldn’t resist one final tickle before she set the hairbrush aside. She leaned over him and peeled the tape from his mouth with a gentle tug. The sensation made him wince, but she couldn’t help but chuckle as she threw the tape aside, watching as he took in deep breaths.

Her eyes searched his, looking for any signs of distress, but all she found was pure excitement. "You liked it?" she asked, her voice filled with glee.
"Liked it?" James managed to say, still trying to catch his breath. "That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time!" His voice was filled with genuine excitement and surprise.

Melody’s cheeks flushed with pleasure at his admission. "Really?" she asked, her voice high with disbelief and excitement. "I thought maybe I was pushing it too far."
He shook his head vigorously. "No, not at all. That was... amazing." The word seemed to hang in the air between them, loaded with meaning beyond just their little game.

But the moment was abruptly broken by the shrill ring of Melody's phone. She looked down at the screen and her eyes went wide. "It's my mom," she murmured, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. She answered the phone call, her voice a mix of playfulness and apprehension. "Hi, Mom," she said, her hand unconsciously going to her hair, pushing a stray strand behind her ear.

After a moment, Melody ends the call and puts her phone back into her pocket. She turns back to James, who is still tied up on the bed, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "Well," she says, a mischievous glint in her eye, "my mom wants me to come home for dinner. But before I go..."
James's heart skips a beat. He can see the question in her eyes, the same question that's been dancing in the back of his mind. "Do you want me to leave you like this?" she asks, her voice low and playful.

For a second, James considers the possibility. “Im assuming youll come back sometime to untie me eventually right? “ he says with a smirk. Melody nods with a playful smile. “Of course, but the question is, do you trust me to leave you like this?” she teases, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

James heart races as he thinks about it. “Yes, I trust you,” he says, trying to sound confident despite the knot in his stomach. Melody’s smile widens, and she leans in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before hopping off the bed.
"Alright, I’ll see you soon," she says with a wink. "Remember, don't go anywhere," she adds with a playful smirk before walking out of the room.

[Snozzberry]

James needs an upside-down hogtie with the rope tied tightly around his leather booted ankles hanging from the ceiling to teach him to be polite to girls and not pretend to be Lord and Master.

[TuggyMale]

WOOO NEXT CHAPTER

A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

Holy Crap that’s good! They just need to learn that a tape gag is even better with a stuffing.

Next time, they maybe could use other things too, not only rope. Maybe zip ties or one of them happens to have handcuffs

Really good story, please keep it going, it’s so fun to read

[TuggyMale]

James needs an upside-down hogtie with the rope tied tightly around his leather booted ankles hanging from the ceiling to teach him to be polite to girls and not pretend to be Lord and Master.

I‘d already appreciate a much tighter hogtie

[Lucien]

Superb stuff! Love to see James with bound toes, maybe some baby oil, y'know make the tickles worse.

But yeah! Good stuff!

[Im.V]

The door clicks shut behind her, leaving James alone in the room, tied to his bed with ropes and his mind racing with thoughts. The anticipation was a thrilling cocktail of fear and excitement that made his blood pump harder in his veins.
He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. The ropes are tight, but not painful, and the feeling of being bound is still a thrilling novelty. He tests his restraints again, pulling at the ropes and stretching his muscles, feeling the bite of the fibers against his skin.

James wiggles his wrists, the ropes sliding slightly against the wood of the headboard. He tries to lift his legs, feeling the tension in his ankles as he tugs against the ropes that hold them to the footboard. Each movement sends a shiver through his body, a reminder of how utterly helpless he is.
He wriggles his body, trying to find any slack in his bonds, but Melody had done an impressive job. There’s no give, and James feels a strange sense of admiration for her skill. He considers the possibility of escape, his mind racing through scenarios of Houdini-like maneuvers.
But deep down, he knows the thrill comes from the knowledge that Melody will be the one to free him, not his own escape. The anticipation of her return, the mystery of what she has planned, it’s all part of the thrill.

The sunlight outside his window slowly descends, making James’s room darker as time moves on. In his bound state, James is left to his toughts and daydreams. Soon James starts to feel tired, his eyelids growing heavy. He closes his eyes for a moment, the sound of his own breathing and the distant chirp of birds outside lulling him into a doze.

When James opens his eyes again, the room is almost entirely bathed in darkness. The only light comes from the glow of the digital clock on his nightstand, which reads 9:35 PM. He blinks, trying to shake off the grogginess that has settled over him. He moves his arms and legs, the ropes reminding him that he's still bound to his bed. His heart begins to race as reality crashes down on him.

The house is eerily quiet, and James can't help but feel a pang of anxiety. “Um, Melody?” James called out, his voice echoing through the emptiness. No response. He tugs at the ropes again, feeling the fibers dig into his skin. "Melody, you said youll come back” James said as he gives his restraints a good tug, his voice filled with both hope and doubt.

Three hours earlier…

Melody was sitting at the dining room table with her parents and older sister, Sarah. “So your mom and i, we have planned our date night for a month, im sure you girls remember right?” Melody’s dad says, glancing at his two daughters. Both nodded, smiles playing on their faces as they knew it was their anniversary. “You two will be gone until tomorrow night right?” Melody asks, her mind racing with thoughts of James and their unfinished game.

Her parents confirmed it, then went on with their lists of rules they expect Melody and Sarah to follow. Soon, after Melody and Sarah offered to clean up dinner for them, their parents left the home.
As the sisters helped each other, Melody looked over at her fourteen year old sister, considering telling her about her discovery of James’s interest in tie up games…just like her and Sarah.

Sarah looked much like herself, black hair and green eyes, little taller than Melody. She had been quieter during dinner, lost in her own thoughts, which was unusual for the outgoing teenager. Melody took a deep breath, deciding it was time to confide in her sister. "Hey, I need to tell you something," she whispered, as they cleared the dinner plates.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "What's up?" she asked, curiosity piquing.
Melody smirked when she said “so you know our little tie up games we do, James enjoys them too, apparently he’s into it quite a bit.” Sarah froze, almost dropping the plate she was holding. "What? James?" she squeaked, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of amusement.

Melody nods as she walks over to the sink to clean the last dish. “Found out yesterday. Thats what we been doing today. I actually left him tied up to his bed after mom called me for dinner.” She says, her voice hushed and filled with excitement.

Sarah laughed “you left him? Wow Melody.” Melody chuckled, wondering what James looked like now, all tied up and waiting.

The sisters finished cleaning up and moved to the living room to watch TV, but Melody’s mind was elsewhere, replaying the day’s events. She glanced over at Sarah, who was now engrossed in a show. "Remember that time when you tied me up in your room overnight?" she asked casually, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Sarah sat on the white sofa, a contrast to her purple tank top and black cotton shorts. She looked over at Melody with a smirk, her green eyes sparkling with interest. "Yeah, I do," she said, recalling the incident with a mix of nostalgia and amusement. "Why? You planning to leave him there all night?"
“No, not that long” Melody chuckled as she sat next to Sarah, curling her legs under her. “Maybe after this show, then ill go over and free him.” She glanced at the TV, the light from the screen casting a soft glow on their faces.

After a moment, Sarah ask “well, while youre letting time drag on for James next door…want to play our own game here?” she says, her eyes lighting up with the same mischief Melody had shown earlier in the day. Melody couldn’t help but smirk at the idea.

“Alright, why not?” Melody said, Sarah jumped off the sofa saying “im tying you up though!” with a wicked smile on her face. Melody playfully rolled her eyes but deep down she was excited for the nostalgic turn of events. Sarah quickly returned with a full roll of silver duct tape, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Sarah pulled a chair into the livingroom, then Melody sat in the chair, her heart racing as Sarah began to wrap the tape around her wrists, securing them to the chair’s arms. She watched as her sister’s nimble fingers moved with surprising skill, the silver tape glinting in the dim light of the room. Each loop tightened, and Melody felt a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of apprehension.

Melody’s legs were spread apart, and Sarah began to wrap the tape around her ankles, then up her calves, securing them to the chair legs. She could feel the tension building in the air, the excitement palpable as the tape stuck to her skin with a satisfying rip. Each piece of tape was placed with precision, the sticky sound a gentle symphony of their shared history.
Sarah rounded her upper arms and the back of the chair with the tape, ensuring that Melody was securely bound. Then, with a final flourish, she slapped a piece of tape across Melody’s mouth, silencing her giggles.

More pieces of tape followed, securing Melody’s mouth and silencing her giggles completely. Sarah’s eyes sparkled as she stepped back to admire her handiwork, leaving Melody to squirm in the chair. Despite her initial excitement, the reality of her situation began to sink in and Melody felt a thrilling sense of vulnerability wash over her.

"You know what?" Sarah said with a sly smile, "I think I’ll keep you just like this all night. James will just have to wait until tomorrow to get free." Melody's eyes widened in mock horror, but she couldn't hide her amusement. She knew her sister was just messing with her…right?

Melody tried to protest through the tape, her muffled sounds only making Sarah chuckld. She struggled against the tape, her chair scraping against the floor with each twist and turn. Sarah circled her, watching with delight as Melody's bound form writhed and squirmed.

"You know what, Melody?" Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned in close to her sister's ear. "Imagine James' face when he realizes you're not coming to save him." There was playfulness in Sarah’s voice, with a hint of mock seriousness that made Melody question if she was being serious or not.
Melody rolled her eyes, trying to convey her disbelief with a muffled sound. Sarah just chuckled and patted her on the head before retreating to her bedroom, leaving Melody to stew in her own thoughts.

The struggle against the tape began anew as Melody tested the limits of her restraints. She twisted her wrists, feeling the tape bite into her skin with each movement. The chair creaked under her weight as she tried to lift herself, her bound ankles pushing against the chair legs. Despite the initial shock and thrill of being tied up by her sister, the reality of her situation was setting in, and she found herself eager to escape.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and the sound of her own breathing filled her ears. The living room felt suddenly vast and empty without anyone else's presence. Melody's mind raced with thoughts of James, wondering if he was feeling the same anticipation and fear she was.

Her eyes searched the room for anything she could use to free herself. The TV flickered with the end credits of the show they had been watching. She leaned as far as she could, her body stretching and straining against the tape, but it was no use. Sarah had done an exceptional job, leaving her truly at her sister's mercy.
The muffled sounds of her own protests filled the air as she squirmed in the chair, her mind racing with scenarios of how she would get out of this. But each movement only seemed to tighten the tape, reminding her of her powerlessness. The thrill of the bondage play had evolved into something more intense, a battle of wills that she is determined to win.

She strained against the tape around her wrists, twisting and tugging with the limitations her restraints allowed her. Her fingers flared in the attempt to muscle herself out of her tape prison. The chair rocked when Melody pounded against the tape around her chest and upper arms to the back of the chair. Her toes curled and uncurled as she fights against the tape binding her legs to the chair legs, the balls of her bare feet missing by a few inches when she tries to touch the floor. The sounds coming from her tape gag were a mix of grunts and whimpers, the sticky material muffling her sounds of protest against the tension.

Minutes turned into a hour as Melody continued her futile struggle against the tape. Her skin was flushed, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead from the effort. Despite her best attempts, she remained firmly secured to the chair, the tape holding tight.
The sudden sound of footsteps brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up to see Sarah standing in the doorway, one eyebrow arched in curiosity. "How's the escape plan coming along?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement. Melody's eyes narrowed, and she let out a muffled growl of frustration.

Sarah chuckles as she sits cross legged infront of Melody. She reaches and pokes at Melody's toes saying “are we having fun yet?” Melody’s eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t hold back the giggle that bubbled up from her throat. Her body jolted from the tickle, causing the chair to wobble precariously.

“Alright, I’ve got a challenge for you,” Sarah announced with a wicked grin. “If you can go a full minute without laughing, I’ll let you go and you can go save James next door. But if you fail, we start all over again and ill tickle you again for another minute. How does that sound?”
Melody's eyes narrowed in determination. She nodded, the tape muffling any words of protest she might have had. Sarah’s hands hovering over Melody's feet, ready to pounce at the first sign of weakness. Using the clock on the wall as the timer, Sarah began her relentless assault.

Melody’s body tensed as Sarah’s fingers danced along the soles of her feet, her eyes watering with the effort to keep from laughing. Her body strained against the tape, her hands slapping at the armrest of the chair. The second hand ticked away, each moment feeling like an eternity.
Her feet jerked and twitched as the tickling grew more intense. She could feel her body's involuntary responses, the urge to laugh bubbling up from deep within her. But she held firm, her eyes locked on the clock, willing the minute to pass. But after twenty seconds, she felt the first giggle slip through her gag.
Sarah’s eyes lit up with victory as she began tickling Melody’s feet once more. This time, it was all Melody could do not to laugh outright. She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed as she tried to keep it in. But it was no use; the laughter overwhelmed her, and she erupted in a fit of muffled giggles.

Sarah leaned back with a triumphant smirk. "Looks like we're starting again," she said, enjoying the power she had over her bound sister. Melody glared at her, trying to regain her composure. The room grew quiet again as Sarah waited patiently for her to calm down.
“Ready for round four?” Sarah said with a smirk. Melody nodded, her eyes watering with anticipation. Melody curled her toes tightly, preparing herself for the onslaught.

The tickling began again, this time with even more gusto than before. Sarah’s fingers dug into the tender flesh of Melody’s feet, her nails scraping gently across the soles. Melody’s eyes squeezed shut and she clinched her teeth behind the gag, her body shaking with the effort to hold back the laughter.
The clock ticked on, each second a torturous eternity. But Melody was determined not to lose again. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the giggles build up, but she pushed them down, her mind focused solely on the challenge.

Melody’s feet flared and jerked about, trying to escape the merciless onslaught of tickles from Sarah's nimble fingers. The chair groaned with each twist of her body, the tape cutting into her skin as she fought the urge to laugh. Thirty seconds in, she felt a giggle bubbling up in her chest, threatening to burst through the barrier she had built around it.

Sarah leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, “Tickle, tickle!” Her voice was a sweet, taunting melody that danced around Melody’s ears, only adding to the torment. “Two very soft and ticklish feet, all tied up and helpless. All you can do is laugh it up,” she sang, her words a teasing serenade to Melody’s torture.
Melody’s eyes darted to the clock again, willing the hands to move faster. Sarah’s fingers hovered just above her feet, the anticipation making her toes curl inward. When the tickling resumed, it was with a new ferocity, a silent battle of wills playing out between them. Melody’s body jerked and spasmed, her bound form a symphony of restrained mirth.

The air in the room was thick with tension as the seconds stretched on. Melody’s chest heaved with each shallow breath she took, the sound of her heart pounding like a drum in her ears. Sarah’s grin was unrelenting as she watched her sister’s face contort with the effort to suppress her laughter. Melody’s feet twitched and wriggled, trying to escape the relentless touch of her sister’s fingers. Fifteen seconds to go.

“Tickle, tickle!” Sarah sang, her voice a siren’s call to Melody’s ticklish spots. Melody’s eyes bulged as she felt the urge to laugh building, her body tightening in anticipation. Ten seconds. She could feel the tide rising, threatening to break through the dam of her self-control. Five seconds. The giggles grew stronger, bubbling up from her stomach, desperate to be heard.

And then, the sweet victory of the minute chiming. The tickling stopped. Melody took deep, ragged breaths, her eyes brimming with tears of laughter held at bay. Sarah leaned back, her own chuckles echoing through the room. “You did it!” she exclaimed, genuine amazement in her voice. Melody’s chest heaved with the effort to keep her laughter contained, her body quivering with the aftermath of the intense struggle.

Sarah reached over to peel the tape from Melody’s mouth, revealing a red line where it had been pressed against her skin. "Good job, sis," she said, her own smile mirroring Melody’s relief. Melody coughed and took a deep breath, her voice hoarse as she spoke for the first time in hours. "You're a sadist," she accused, though her tone was playful.

"Maybe," Sarah said, her grin unrepentant. "But you enjoyed it."
Melody shot her a look that was half glare, half laugh. "Maybe," she admitted.
Her sister's eyes danced with mischief as she leaned in closer. "But before I let you go, there's one more thing I want to do."
Melody felt a flicker of anxiety. "What?" she rasped.

Sarah's smile grew wicked. "I want to tickle you a little more," she said, her voice a whisper of pure teasing.
Melody's eyes widened in shock, but before she could protest, Sarah's fingers were already on the move, lightly dancing across her ribs and stomach.
Melody squirmed and wriggled in the chair, her breath hitching in her chest as the laughter built up again. "No, no, no," she begged, but it was clear she was enjoying the sensation just as much as she was fighting it.
Their giggles filled the room, a symphony of playful torment.

Eventually, Sarah relented, and the room fell silent once more.
Melody took a moment to catch her breath, then said, "Alright, I'm going to untie you now."
Sarah nodded, watching as her sister worked at the tape, her own heart racing with excitement.
As the final piece of tape was peeled away, Melody felt a rush of cold air hit her skin, the sudden freedom sending a thrill through her body. She stretched her arms and legs, the stickiness of the tape residue a stark reminder of her ordeal.

“Now, go get James” Sarah said with a wink as Melody stood up, her legs wobbly from the prolonged chair bondage. Melody couldn’t help but chuckle as she walked over to the door, her bare feet padding softly against the cool floor. She felt a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation at the thought of seeing James again, especially after the intense bondage play with her sister.

The night air was a welcome relief as Melody stepped out of the house and into the grass. The moon cast a soft glow over the neighborhood, and a gentle breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of blooming flowers. She took a deep breath, feeling the coolness wash over her, and began the short walk to James’s house.

[TuggyMale]

Aw poor James. I hope he‘s okay.

Melody was having fun and he‘s probably scared for life.
Really nice part again, you‘re doing great buddy

[Noobiereader666]

Love how this is going
I'm guessing James will become a willing bondage/tickle toy for the sisters. Maybe he will face both tickling him at the same time

[TuggyMale]

Love how this is going
I'm guessing James will become a willing bondage/tickle toy for the sisters. Maybe he will face both tickling him at the same time

Uhhh, that’s a great idea. Sarah could babysit him and her Melody and then tie them up together. That would be awesome

[milagros317]

Love how this is going
I'm guessing James will become a willing bondage/tickle toy for the sisters. Maybe he will face both tickling him at the same time

Yes, that is what I hope for as well.

[Im.V]

I’m happy people are liking this

[Killua]

Wow, your story is amazing. It's extremely well written. You describe a lot of details about their thoughts, feelings, movements and a lot more. Really great storytelling. Surely one of my favorites now.

[Snozzberry]

Poor James just has to lay there tied to his bedposts in the dark while Melody and Sarah are having fun. Must be boring for James, now their dolls need to be re-hogtied in a very strict tight hogtie before they can even think about James maybe needing a bathroom and water break and his bindings re-tightened. POOR JAMES.