Interesting. Didn’t know I had schizophrenia lol
But I‘m excited to see how YOU react now
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Home Invasion Birthday - request by Tuggymale M/mf
Waited long enough
Chapter 25
Smiling, I give you the letter. "Do you want to frame it or stick it in your poetry album - as a graduation?" I ask you. Instead of answering, you let your eyes glide over Kim's text again and again. You have the feeling that something is wrong with it - but what?
Suddenly it dawns on you - the letter doesn't contain a single spelling mistake! When you write a dictation in English class, Kim is always one of the students with the most mistakes - unlike you. The handwriting is very similar, but probably copied from another letter. Your friend never wrote this letter herself! A whole mountain is lifted from your shoulders! Your relationship is saved for now!
Angry that you have foiled my plan, I tie two of my ties together, put them crosswise between your teeth and tie the ends behind your head. This may not be very effective as a gag, but it will prevent you from swallowing what ends up in your mouth next - namely "Kim's" crumpled letter!
Before you can spit out the letter, I take a roll of tape, stick one end of the roll on your mouth, and then wrap the tape around your head several times at mouth level. Unfortunately, it is unavoidable that some of your hair will also get stuck in the process.
Kim experiences exactly the same thing, only she has nothing in her mouth. One end of the tape is directly on Kim's lips, and then the tape is wrapped around Kim's head several times. However, significantly more of Kim's long hair gets stuck in the tape. This could make removing the gag quite uncomfortable - but we are a long way from that.
When I have turned off the light and locked the room from the outside, you try to keep your head still. You have the feeling that with every movement, no matter how small, the tape is pulling painfully on your hair. You don't even want to imagine how Kim feels with her fuller head of hair.
Kim? You are startled when she suddenly appears in front of you. You want to say a few words of comfort to her (as clearly as you can with your mouth taped shut) but Kim shakes her head. You look at her in surprise - she has already pressed her lips to yours. There are a few layers of tape separating your lips, but you don't even notice them at that moment. Even given the circumstances, this is the most intense kiss you have ever shared. May it last forever.
As the tape over your mouths separates again as if in slow motion, you look each other firmly in the eyes - and as we all know, a look sometimes says more than a thousand words! In this case, it says - together with the happiness hormones that your kiss has released: "We can do it! We're getting out of here! Nothing can destroy our relationship! Nothing!"
How do you like it, @TuggyMale?
Chapter 25
Smiling, I give you the letter. "Do you want to frame it or stick it in your poetry album - as a graduation?" I ask you. Instead of answering, you let your eyes glide over Kim's text again and again. You have the feeling that something is wrong with it - but what?
Suddenly it dawns on you - the letter doesn't contain a single spelling mistake! When you write a dictation in English class, Kim is always one of the students with the most mistakes - unlike you. The handwriting is very similar, but probably copied from another letter. Your friend never wrote this letter herself! A whole mountain is lifted from your shoulders! Your relationship is saved for now!
Angry that you have foiled my plan, I tie two of my ties together, put them crosswise between your teeth and tie the ends behind your head. This may not be very effective as a gag, but it will prevent you from swallowing what ends up in your mouth next - namely "Kim's" crumpled letter!
Before you can spit out the letter, I take a roll of tape, stick one end of the roll on your mouth, and then wrap the tape around your head several times at mouth level. Unfortunately, it is unavoidable that some of your hair will also get stuck in the process.
Kim experiences exactly the same thing, only she has nothing in her mouth. One end of the tape is directly on Kim's lips, and then the tape is wrapped around Kim's head several times. However, significantly more of Kim's long hair gets stuck in the tape. This could make removing the gag quite uncomfortable - but we are a long way from that.
When I have turned off the light and locked the room from the outside, you try to keep your head still. You have the feeling that with every movement, no matter how small, the tape is pulling painfully on your hair. You don't even want to imagine how Kim feels with her fuller head of hair.
Kim? You are startled when she suddenly appears in front of you. You want to say a few words of comfort to her (as clearly as you can with your mouth taped shut) but Kim shakes her head. You look at her in surprise - she has already pressed her lips to yours. There are a few layers of tape separating your lips, but you don't even notice them at that moment. Even given the circumstances, this is the most intense kiss you have ever shared. May it last forever.
As the tape over your mouths separates again as if in slow motion, you look each other firmly in the eyes - and as we all know, a look sometimes says more than a thousand words! In this case, it says - together with the happiness hormones that your kiss has released: "We can do it! We're getting out of here! Nothing can destroy our relationship! Nothing!"
How do you like it, @TuggyMale?
Amazing. And very sweet.
God what an awful gag, but I guess you have to be so cruel…
God what an awful gag, but I guess you have to be so cruel…
Chapter 26
Yes, the gag is really terrible. But at this moment, what bothers you both is less the painful tugging on your skin and hair than the fact that you cannot exchange direct affection because of the tape over your mouth. Affection that you could really use in this ongoing situation of uncertainty and the fact that a third party still has control over you - namely me!
While you are looking for a solution to this problem - which brings up a third problem with this tape, namely its soundproofing - I enter the room and hear your indistinct murmuring. Damn, you must be making plans to escape! I have to stop that!
I put you back to back. Then I take the same tape that is already covering your mouths and wrap you up in it from head to toe. Only your head and bare feet are still sticking out - and your bodies are inseparably connected from shoulder to ankle. Your clothing prevents the tape from coming into direct contact with your skin, but it doesn't stop you from looking like two mummies welded together.
I give Kim a push. She pulls you to the ground with her, where you lie helplessly. Then I ask you what the escape plan you must have just discussed is. You mumble indistinctly into the tape over your mouth. I carefully cut a hole in the tape, at mouth level. You say that you were just giving yourself courage, but I don't believe you.
As already mentioned, only your head is not wrapped in tape - and your feet! I let my fingers briefly fly over the soles of your feet and Kim's. "So, what escape plan did you just come up with? Answer!"
Before you can say anything, I tickle the soles of your feet again. "I want to know the truth! What is your escape plan?"
I hear you, @TuggyMale - but I won't stop tickling your soles until I got an answer to my question!
Yes, the gag is really terrible. But at this moment, what bothers you both is less the painful tugging on your skin and hair than the fact that you cannot exchange direct affection because of the tape over your mouth. Affection that you could really use in this ongoing situation of uncertainty and the fact that a third party still has control over you - namely me!
While you are looking for a solution to this problem - which brings up a third problem with this tape, namely its soundproofing - I enter the room and hear your indistinct murmuring. Damn, you must be making plans to escape! I have to stop that!
I put you back to back. Then I take the same tape that is already covering your mouths and wrap you up in it from head to toe. Only your head and bare feet are still sticking out - and your bodies are inseparably connected from shoulder to ankle. Your clothing prevents the tape from coming into direct contact with your skin, but it doesn't stop you from looking like two mummies welded together.
I give Kim a push. She pulls you to the ground with her, where you lie helplessly. Then I ask you what the escape plan you must have just discussed is. You mumble indistinctly into the tape over your mouth. I carefully cut a hole in the tape, at mouth level. You say that you were just giving yourself courage, but I don't believe you.
As already mentioned, only your head is not wrapped in tape - and your feet! I let my fingers briefly fly over the soles of your feet and Kim's. "So, what escape plan did you just come up with? Answer!"
Before you can say anything, I tickle the soles of your feet again. "I want to know the truth! What is your escape plan?"
I hear you, @TuggyMale - but I won't stop tickling your soles until I got an answer to my question!
And I will keep telling the truth that you don’t believe.
Nice small chapter there. I‘m really happy to still you‘re so active working on this story
Nice small chapter there. I‘m really happy to still you‘re so active working on this story
Is your girlfriend as patient as you?
Let's find out in
Chapter 27
Your laughter, muffled by the tape, echoes through the room. You are completely sweaty and hyperventilating. But I don't give you a break. Tears of laughter run down your cheeks in torrents.
At some point I ask you whether you don't want to change your previous story, which is very unbelievable, a little - more towards the truth! But while you shake your head vigorously, Kim nods. You mumble something into your gag, which probably means something like: "You don't have to lie for me, honey!" But Kim insists on saying something.
I carefully remove the tape over Kim's mouth and grab one of your bare feet. "Tell me about your escape plan, Kim! But tell it truthfully, otherwise your boyfriend will pay for it!"
Kim's story, which is repeatedly interrupted by sobs, sounds plausible to me. I lock all the items you might need for the escape in a lockable cupboard. When I discover a jar of Vienna sausages in the cupboard, I notice how hungry I am - and you probably are too!
Of course I could divide the six sausages in the jar equally - but where would that be fun? So I'm giving you a mean task: Whoever can tell me more convincingly why the other person deserves the sausages more than they do gets two sausages, the other gets one. In this case, three sausages would stay for me - which is only fair, since I have to deal with all the hassle with both hostages!
But if both stories are implausible, all the sausages stay for me and you both have to go to bed hungry.
This puts you in a dilemma: As a real friend, you would like to give Kim the two sausages, but for that to happen, Kim's story about why you deserve the sausages would have to be more believable than your story about why Kim deserves the sausages.
But Kim has to start. You breathe a sigh of relief: so first listen to Kim's story and then adapt yours! But the headphones I put on you will ruin the plan! And because you are "mummy-bound" you can't give each other any signals!
You see Kim's lips moving, but you have no idea what kind of story she is telling. Damn, what story should YOU tell that is more unbelievable than Kim's that you don't hear? But not too unbelievable either, because otherwise there is a risk that both stories will be unbelievable and you won't get anything at all?
I'm excited to see what solution you come up with. But since Kim is almost finished with her story (which, as I said, you won't hear), you can't think too long, @TuggyMale.
Let's find out in
Chapter 27
Your laughter, muffled by the tape, echoes through the room. You are completely sweaty and hyperventilating. But I don't give you a break. Tears of laughter run down your cheeks in torrents.
At some point I ask you whether you don't want to change your previous story, which is very unbelievable, a little - more towards the truth! But while you shake your head vigorously, Kim nods. You mumble something into your gag, which probably means something like: "You don't have to lie for me, honey!" But Kim insists on saying something.
I carefully remove the tape over Kim's mouth and grab one of your bare feet. "Tell me about your escape plan, Kim! But tell it truthfully, otherwise your boyfriend will pay for it!"
Kim's story, which is repeatedly interrupted by sobs, sounds plausible to me. I lock all the items you might need for the escape in a lockable cupboard. When I discover a jar of Vienna sausages in the cupboard, I notice how hungry I am - and you probably are too!
Of course I could divide the six sausages in the jar equally - but where would that be fun? So I'm giving you a mean task: Whoever can tell me more convincingly why the other person deserves the sausages more than they do gets two sausages, the other gets one. In this case, three sausages would stay for me - which is only fair, since I have to deal with all the hassle with both hostages!
But if both stories are implausible, all the sausages stay for me and you both have to go to bed hungry.
This puts you in a dilemma: As a real friend, you would like to give Kim the two sausages, but for that to happen, Kim's story about why you deserve the sausages would have to be more believable than your story about why Kim deserves the sausages.
But Kim has to start. You breathe a sigh of relief: so first listen to Kim's story and then adapt yours! But the headphones I put on you will ruin the plan! And because you are "mummy-bound" you can't give each other any signals!
You see Kim's lips moving, but you have no idea what kind of story she is telling. Damn, what story should YOU tell that is more unbelievable than Kim's that you don't hear? But not too unbelievable either, because otherwise there is a risk that both stories will be unbelievable and you won't get anything at all?
I'm excited to see what solution you come up with. But since Kim is almost finished with her story (which, as I said, you won't hear), you can't think too long, @TuggyMale.
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TuggyMale doesn't need food, he gains all the sustenance he needs by being in a very very strict hogtie and gagging and thoroughly enjoying his predicaments. 
Tie you up and have my way with you. 
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🖐🖐Alright, lets just say that I deserve it. If I tell you that I deserve it myself, its super unconvincing and so Kim will get two sausages while I‘ll only get one, which is fine.
That‘ll be my strategy!
That‘ll be my strategy!
Chapter 28
Your idea is good - but unfortunately Kim has exactly the same one: she also wants to tell me a similar story - with the aim of you getting two sausages and her only one. "That wasn't the plan - then I'll have to do something different! Wait!"
To your great surprise, I get a dog bowl out of the cupboard. "Don't panic, it's clean! The dog that the bowl once belonged to hasn't been alive for a long time!" I cut all three sausages into slices and put them in the bowl. Then I untie you - only to tie you both up in a tight hogtie again.
I pull you lightweights by your knees into two opposite corners of the room. I put the dog bowl with the sausage slices exactly in the middle between you.
"The rules are very simple: the first of you to reach the bowl gets all the sausages! The loser immediately has his or her mouth taped shut, so nothing to eat today!"
"But how are we supposed to get to the bowl, tied up like we are? We don't have to crawl on our stomachs and only eat with our mouths, do we?" asks Kim. "Exactly like that, Einstein!" I say. "What? But that's humiliating! I am neither a dog nor a worm!! I...!" "One more word, Kim, and your mouth will be immediately taped shut! So? Any last words?" Kim immediately bites her lip - she's far too hungry - just like you!
So you get ready. Like two hungry hyenas, you wait for the starting signal. But now it's no longer a two-to-one split, but all or nothing!
Feedback as always. Do you still want Kim to win under the changed circumstances?
Your idea is good - but unfortunately Kim has exactly the same one: she also wants to tell me a similar story - with the aim of you getting two sausages and her only one. "That wasn't the plan - then I'll have to do something different! Wait!"
To your great surprise, I get a dog bowl out of the cupboard. "Don't panic, it's clean! The dog that the bowl once belonged to hasn't been alive for a long time!" I cut all three sausages into slices and put them in the bowl. Then I untie you - only to tie you both up in a tight hogtie again.
I pull you lightweights by your knees into two opposite corners of the room. I put the dog bowl with the sausage slices exactly in the middle between you.
"The rules are very simple: the first of you to reach the bowl gets all the sausages! The loser immediately has his or her mouth taped shut, so nothing to eat today!"
"But how are we supposed to get to the bowl, tied up like we are? We don't have to crawl on our stomachs and only eat with our mouths, do we?" asks Kim. "Exactly like that, Einstein!" I say. "What? But that's humiliating! I am neither a dog nor a worm!! I...!" "One more word, Kim, and your mouth will be immediately taped shut! So? Any last words?" Kim immediately bites her lip - she's far too hungry - just like you!
So you get ready. Like two hungry hyenas, you wait for the starting signal. But now it's no longer a two-to-one split, but all or nothing!
Feedback as always. Do you still want Kim to win under the changed circumstances?
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Did the bowl have anything to do with the poor little doggies death. Kim sure whines and complains an awful lot I don't suppose a pair of old gym socks AND sewing her 
mouth shut would actually help.
mouth shut would actually help. Tie you up and have my way with you.
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🖐🖐I‘m hungry as hell probably, but after I didn’t believe her, I need some kind of redemption. I‘ll stop and let her get the sausages
Weird: Since @Snozzberry mentioned it, I'm actually thinking about sewing Kim's mouth shut in the next chapter... - or is that too cruel? I'm not sure, so...
What do YOU think, @TuggyMale? After all, it is your girlfriend - and a fictional story!
What do YOU think, @TuggyMale? After all, it is your girlfriend - and a fictional story!
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johopp wrote: 2 months ago Weird: Since @Snozzberry mentioned it, I'm actually thinking about sewing Kim's mouth shut in the next chapter... - or is that too cruel? I'm not sure, so...
What do YOU think, @TuggyMale? After all, it is your girlfriend - and a fictional story!
Ummm, I‘d say that’s a bit too cruel…
No problem. Than I will think for something else.
Stay tuned.
Stay tuned.
Thanks
And I will
Chapter 29
Before we start, I have to blindfold you both. When I give the starting signal, you start crawling. Odor particles from the sausage tickle the olfactory receptors in your nose. This stimulus not only makes your mouth water in the truest sense of the word, but also makes your stomach growl so loudly that it surpasses the roar of a grown lion - or at least that's how it seems to you.
The embarrassing noise turns your head bright red, but doesn't deter you from your path. Like a magnet, the smell draws you inch by inch closer to the bowl. You've long since abandoned your original plan of leaving the sausages to Kim - now it's everyone's fight for themselves!
Nevertheless - when your nose finally hits the bowl, you're sure that all your effort was in vain. Kim is much more athletic than you, and experience has shown that she's also a better eater. But maybe she left you one or two tiny slices of sausage? Or at least a few drops of sausage water? Stupid blindfold!
As if in slow motion, your tongue pokes into the bowl, without much hope of finding anything else. But, again unexpectedly, your tongue finds lots of slices of sausage! Kim really left you some! Tears of emotion run down your cheeks. You can really be lucky to have such a great friend!
You're just about to stick your mouth into the pile of sausage when someone pulls you back by your hair. You scream in pain and surprise.
"That wasn't part of the agreement!" I scold. I let go of your hair, grab your feet and say to Kim: "Your boyfriend will now be tickled until you, Kim, have eaten half of the slices of sausage. And EXACTLY half! If you miscount, YOUR feet, Kim, will be the next target of my fingers. Now start, Kim!"
You want to shout to Kim that she doesn't have to do that, but you can't utter a single intelligible word because you're laughing so hard. Kim looks a little confused - how is she supposed to count the slices of sausage exactly with her eyes blindfolded and only the tip of her tongue? But she has no choice!
Hope you write that you like the chapter much better - if you can even speak because of laughing so much, @TuggyMale. Can Kim complete the challenge, or will she be tickled next?
Before we start, I have to blindfold you both. When I give the starting signal, you start crawling. Odor particles from the sausage tickle the olfactory receptors in your nose. This stimulus not only makes your mouth water in the truest sense of the word, but also makes your stomach growl so loudly that it surpasses the roar of a grown lion - or at least that's how it seems to you.
The embarrassing noise turns your head bright red, but doesn't deter you from your path. Like a magnet, the smell draws you inch by inch closer to the bowl. You've long since abandoned your original plan of leaving the sausages to Kim - now it's everyone's fight for themselves!
Nevertheless - when your nose finally hits the bowl, you're sure that all your effort was in vain. Kim is much more athletic than you, and experience has shown that she's also a better eater. But maybe she left you one or two tiny slices of sausage? Or at least a few drops of sausage water? Stupid blindfold!
As if in slow motion, your tongue pokes into the bowl, without much hope of finding anything else. But, again unexpectedly, your tongue finds lots of slices of sausage! Kim really left you some! Tears of emotion run down your cheeks. You can really be lucky to have such a great friend!
You're just about to stick your mouth into the pile of sausage when someone pulls you back by your hair. You scream in pain and surprise.
"That wasn't part of the agreement!" I scold. I let go of your hair, grab your feet and say to Kim: "Your boyfriend will now be tickled until you, Kim, have eaten half of the slices of sausage. And EXACTLY half! If you miscount, YOUR feet, Kim, will be the next target of my fingers. Now start, Kim!"
You want to shout to Kim that she doesn't have to do that, but you can't utter a single intelligible word because you're laughing so hard. Kim looks a little confused - how is she supposed to count the slices of sausage exactly with her eyes blindfolded and only the tip of her tongue? But she has no choice!
Hope you write that you like the chapter much better - if you can even speak because of laughing so much, @TuggyMale. Can Kim complete the challenge, or will she be tickled next?
I don’t think she‘ll be able to do it
Very nice chapter, bit more emotional, but that’s good
Thanks
Very nice chapter, bit more emotional, but that’s good
Thanks
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"Experience has shown that she's also a better eater." what a fantastic line to describe the poor abductee. 
Tie you up and have my way with you.
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🖐🖐Chapter 30
On the one hand, Kim is terribly hungry, and on the other, she's ashamed of having to eat like an animal. But the hogtie leaves her no other choice. And with every second she waits, the triumph of her hunger over her pride becomes more and more likely.
Finally, she crawls to the bowl. Not easy, since she has to control all her movements from her stomach. But finally, she's at the bowl and sinks her tongue into it. Damn, it's not that easy to eat like that!
You can't help Kim. But eventually, Kim gets the hang of it and sinks her greedy tongue into the bowl again. Like a dog, she licks up the sausage slices.
The sight of her really makes you think of a dog. But Kim doesn't seem to mind. She greedily licks up the sausage slices and then even some of the sausage liquid. She must be really starving.
From your position, you can't see how many sausage slices are left in the bowl. But you somehow have the feeling that there can't be many more.
You clear your throat briefly to signal Kim to slowly stop - then Kim yells: "You idiot - I lost count because of you! Did I eat 22 or 23 slices? I don't remember! I lost because of you!"
You want to point out that you both lost, but Kim isn't listening. Her eyes sparkle and she demands punishment for you, her best friend!
And it should follow immediately: It's bedtime again! I'm going to tie you, TuggyMale, spreadeagled, to the bed. Then I'm going to press a toothbrush into Kim's hand - her toothbrush!
"Last night you complained that Kim's feet smelled so bad, remember?" You blush - how could you ever forget that and the subsequent cleaning of Kim's feet! Back then, you practically begged me to clean Kim's cheesy feet with a sponge – an action you now regret very much! Why do you have such a sensitive nose? Too late!
I continue: "Now it's your chance for revenge, Kim! Clean your boyfriend's feet with your toothbrush!" Kim smiles wickedly. But then she asks, "Why do I have to use MY toothbrush for that?"
"You don't have to, sweetheart!" you cry, desperately but futilely tugging at your restraints. But the mere fact that she didn't even question whether she should clean your feet, but only with what, shows you that Kim definitely wants revenge. There's nothing you can do about it...
How ticklish are you, @TuggyMale?
On the one hand, Kim is terribly hungry, and on the other, she's ashamed of having to eat like an animal. But the hogtie leaves her no other choice. And with every second she waits, the triumph of her hunger over her pride becomes more and more likely.
Finally, she crawls to the bowl. Not easy, since she has to control all her movements from her stomach. But finally, she's at the bowl and sinks her tongue into it. Damn, it's not that easy to eat like that!
You can't help Kim. But eventually, Kim gets the hang of it and sinks her greedy tongue into the bowl again. Like a dog, she licks up the sausage slices.
The sight of her really makes you think of a dog. But Kim doesn't seem to mind. She greedily licks up the sausage slices and then even some of the sausage liquid. She must be really starving.
From your position, you can't see how many sausage slices are left in the bowl. But you somehow have the feeling that there can't be many more.
You clear your throat briefly to signal Kim to slowly stop - then Kim yells: "You idiot - I lost count because of you! Did I eat 22 or 23 slices? I don't remember! I lost because of you!"
You want to point out that you both lost, but Kim isn't listening. Her eyes sparkle and she demands punishment for you, her best friend!
And it should follow immediately: It's bedtime again! I'm going to tie you, TuggyMale, spreadeagled, to the bed. Then I'm going to press a toothbrush into Kim's hand - her toothbrush!
"Last night you complained that Kim's feet smelled so bad, remember?" You blush - how could you ever forget that and the subsequent cleaning of Kim's feet! Back then, you practically begged me to clean Kim's cheesy feet with a sponge – an action you now regret very much! Why do you have such a sensitive nose? Too late!
I continue: "Now it's your chance for revenge, Kim! Clean your boyfriend's feet with your toothbrush!" Kim smiles wickedly. But then she asks, "Why do I have to use MY toothbrush for that?"
"You don't have to, sweetheart!" you cry, desperately but futilely tugging at your restraints. But the mere fact that she didn't even question whether she should clean your feet, but only with what, shows you that Kim definitely wants revenge. There's nothing you can do about it...
How ticklish are you, @TuggyMale?
Very ticklish… so ticklish that you might even have to gag me lol
Chapter 31
At Kim's express request, I refrain from gagging you. Kim wants to revel in your suffering, while I want to make sure nothing happens to you. And the forest cabin you're still in is far too remote for anyone to hear you. Your hands are now tied behind the table leg again. When Kim wants to blindfold you, too, I forbid it: Isn't it much nicer for you if you see what's coming? Exactly!
As if in slow motion, the bristles approach your bare feet, which are tied together at the big toes. Funny, indefinable noises emerge from your mouth—but this time it's not because you're gagged, but because you're simultaneously begging for mercy and holding your breath. Your muscles are tense. Sweat is pouring from every pore. Your wide-open eyes fixate on the bristles of the electric toothbrush. Skin contact in four, three, two...
"Wait! Do you have baby oil, Mr. Kidnapper?" All your tension erupts in an indefinable squeal. Your pulse races. But: At least you've gained time! But why is Kim suddenly talking about baby oil? Has she gone crazy? You ask Kim something similar, but she just smiles.
I, on the other hand, know what Kim's getting at: "Good idea, Professor Chemist! Baby oil cleanses the skin and makes it even more sensitive!" You don't like the last two words at all!
"I have to go to the supermarket! I'll be right back!" I temporarily tie Kim back to the table leg. As I lock the door from the outside, Kim says in a spiteful voice, "Relax—you'll need it, my darling!"
With a mixture of relief at the unexpected delay and sheer panic at the thought of even more sensitive soles, you wait for my return. You know: It's just the calm before the storm—which, according to the forecasts, has just been upgraded to a hurricane!
Sorry for the cliffhanger—but what do you think of this chapter, @TuggyMale?
At Kim's express request, I refrain from gagging you. Kim wants to revel in your suffering, while I want to make sure nothing happens to you. And the forest cabin you're still in is far too remote for anyone to hear you. Your hands are now tied behind the table leg again. When Kim wants to blindfold you, too, I forbid it: Isn't it much nicer for you if you see what's coming? Exactly!
As if in slow motion, the bristles approach your bare feet, which are tied together at the big toes. Funny, indefinable noises emerge from your mouth—but this time it's not because you're gagged, but because you're simultaneously begging for mercy and holding your breath. Your muscles are tense. Sweat is pouring from every pore. Your wide-open eyes fixate on the bristles of the electric toothbrush. Skin contact in four, three, two...
"Wait! Do you have baby oil, Mr. Kidnapper?" All your tension erupts in an indefinable squeal. Your pulse races. But: At least you've gained time! But why is Kim suddenly talking about baby oil? Has she gone crazy? You ask Kim something similar, but she just smiles.
I, on the other hand, know what Kim's getting at: "Good idea, Professor Chemist! Baby oil cleanses the skin and makes it even more sensitive!" You don't like the last two words at all!
"I have to go to the supermarket! I'll be right back!" I temporarily tie Kim back to the table leg. As I lock the door from the outside, Kim says in a spiteful voice, "Relax—you'll need it, my darling!"
With a mixture of relief at the unexpected delay and sheer panic at the thought of even more sensitive soles, you wait for my return. You know: It's just the calm before the storm—which, according to the forecasts, has just been upgraded to a hurricane!
Sorry for the cliffhanger—but what do you think of this chapter, @TuggyMale?
God I‘m terrified of what’s to come 
Chapter 32
You tell Kim several times how incredibly sorry you are for washing her soggy feet back then—even though, strictly speaking, your own feet suffered just as much. But Kim isn't listening—she only wants one thing: revenge!
In desperation, you promise to treat Kim to the most expensive restaurant in town. But Kim just laughs mockingly: "The gentleman already promised me that!" Oh crap, that's right!
You search your brain at record speed for a way out. But even record speed isn't fast enough. "Hahaha.. Noooohahaha! Mercyhahaha!"
Just rubbing the soles of your feet with baby oil triggers a violent fit of laughter. Even Kim flinches at the intensity and volume of your fit of laughter. But then she delights in your anguish and even mimics you: "Mercyhahaha!"
You don't even notice Kim's teasing. The only thing you feel is the unbearable tickling sensation spreading from the soles of your feet throughout your entire body. You don't know if you've ever felt anything worse in your life. And then everything goes black!
The next few minutes will be forever erased from your memory. When you come to...
Yeah, what happens then, @TuggyMale? Stay tuned.
You tell Kim several times how incredibly sorry you are for washing her soggy feet back then—even though, strictly speaking, your own feet suffered just as much. But Kim isn't listening—she only wants one thing: revenge!
In desperation, you promise to treat Kim to the most expensive restaurant in town. But Kim just laughs mockingly: "The gentleman already promised me that!" Oh crap, that's right!
You search your brain at record speed for a way out. But even record speed isn't fast enough. "Hahaha.. Noooohahaha! Mercyhahaha!"
Just rubbing the soles of your feet with baby oil triggers a violent fit of laughter. Even Kim flinches at the intensity and volume of your fit of laughter. But then she delights in your anguish and even mimics you: "Mercyhahaha!"
You don't even notice Kim's teasing. The only thing you feel is the unbearable tickling sensation spreading from the soles of your feet throughout your entire body. You don't know if you've ever felt anything worse in your life. And then everything goes black!
The next few minutes will be forever erased from your memory. When you come to...
Yeah, what happens then, @TuggyMale? Stay tuned.
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A good case of tickle torture.
Tie you up and have my way with you.
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