02 - my 2nd time
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By bryce1994
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my 2nd time
Postby bryce1994 » Wed Dec 28, 2011 2:52 pm
this is the 2nd time I got tied up of many many times.
I was 10 years old and living with my godparents, I had visited my mom a couple times at the hospital which was both depressing and was followed by tear filled nights, she was doing well but I wanted things to be back to normal, my godmother was super strict and @#$chy, I hated when she yelled and she yelled a lot, my godfather I had started bonding with finally cause he brought me to watch several local hockey games, he was still super boring and pretty much watched tv all the time but I really started to love the guy, having not had a father around my whole life it was nice. There was the twins Bret and Angie, they were around 7-8years old then, I got along with them pretty well for them being younger kids, and the last of their kids was 13 year old Naomi who I absolutely loved, or whatever you want to call what a 10year old feels, crush, fascination, etc..
Several weeks had past since Naomi tied me up super helpless to my bed and the three of them tickled the @#$ out of me, everything changed that night. The kids, especially Bret started acting superior to me since they had had me at their complete mercy and made me squeel, but I made a point to pin down each one and tickle them out of their minds when I would be alone with them, to remind them I was boss. I had tickled Angie to tears, and Bret I made proclaim that I was the king, I dunno sounded cooler than the typical say uncle. They began knowing their place again.
My relationship had changed epically with Naomi after that night, which was very helpful with how upset I was around the time. Physical contact between us started, she would hug me goodnight just like she did to the twins, and give me random hugs too, especially those nights i'd be crying. She started talking to me more and hang out with me when playing the xbox. She also started tickling me, joining in when the twins would gang up on me for vicious gang torture, or just random pokes to the sides or dropping me to the floor with neck tickles only to giggle at me and walk away. I also started tickling her, one night after she neck tickled me to the ground when I got up I gave her ribs a quick tickle causing her to scream and her dumb mom to yell at us for our antics. Laying in bed that night I thought about what I had EVERY night since it happened, I was a deep sleeper and at any point could wake up tied and totally helpless, and would have to face cruel and sadistic tickle torture. That night I was especially terrified and tried to think of some sort of loud alarm system that would wake me up if anyone decided to sneak in my room and tie me up, I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't result in waking up their mother and having to listen to yelling and face grounding, plus trying to explain why I had done it. So I just laid there in fear, since last time I dared tickle Naomi was the first time she tied me up. I eventually passed out and nothing happened, I woke up the next day and realized I felt, to my surprise, disappointed. Was I totally stupid? did I actually want Naomi to tie me helpless and torture me? The thought of it scared the @#$ out of me, I was a super ticklish kid, still am actually. But something about it, about Naomi touching me even if it was torture, about being completely helpless, totally under her control, part of me wanted it even though I didn't understand completely or admit it to myself at the time.
Having tickled her and not faced any consequences, and subconsciouly wanting to push her limits, I began tickling Naomi more and more. She took it well, just getting minor revenge on me off and on. One night she was in her bed room reading, she read a lot, I stormed in, jumped on her back and tickled the crap out of her ribs long and didn't stop till her mom inevitably came in to yell at us, apparently the screaming was bothering her, I don't know what took her mom so long to respond, but I had got at least 5 minutes of torture in. Winded Naomi just punched me in the arm when I crawled off of her. That night, I lay again in terror and anticipation, but still nothing. I had tried to get the twins to help me tickle her, but they wouldn't, they would just look at me scared. I wonder if Naomi had tied them up at some point and tortured them like she had me, and unlike me were smart enough not to mess with her.
One random night came along and her parents were going to be gone for the night again, I don't remember where they'd go on occasion, but they would, and Naomi would be incharge. Which meant no @#$chy mom around, and we were able to cut loose break rules and have fun, I loved when they left. For once they didn't make Naomi cook and we got pizza money. The night was typical, we got in our pjs, which for me was comfy matching pj pants and shirt, which I normally took off the shirt for bed, and I was barefoot, all four of us usually were barefoot, there were lots up fluffy comfy carpets throughout the house so it just felt good. I don't really remember or pay attention to what pjs the twins were wearing, but always knew what Naomi wore, cause I checked her out constantly. I was only 10, so I didn't even know why I liked what I saw but I did. When non-family company was over or Naomi was out of the house, her mom made her dress conservative, and she had to wear a uniform for school. Lucky for me, around the house she could wear whatever she wanted, and 90% of the times it would just be pajamas, the best part about it though is she'd be barefoot, and she had tiny soft cute feet and toes, and if her shirt wasn't a crop top she would tie it up in the back with a hair tie to show her midriff, something I swear she started doing way way more after the first times she caught me checking out her belly, when I first moved there she'd only have her belly showing a couple times a week, within a short time she's show it off nightly, I don't know if she always did and was shy around me at first or if she just liked the attention. I embarassed myself by gawking at her bare skin like an idiot but yet could never stop myself from doing it. It was probably the later though, cause when she'd wear normal shirts she'd purposefully stretch and reach for things around me to make her shirt rise up. Naomi had pale skin that would burn in the sun, soft and nice, she had long red hair, and she was skinny and boney with a cute outie belly button. I loved when she wore pj pants cause they were all over sized on her and she wouldn't tie the string, this gave me a good look at her jutting hip bones and occasional buttcrack as they hung off her. Once her pants slipped down when she was getting up off the couch and I saw half her butt, normally being 10 that would be gross, but it wasn't, nothing was gross when it came to Naomi, I secretly worshiped her, and those feelings just intensified more and more as I got to know her. And to think when I first met her I hated her!
This night unfortunately she had pj shorts, which fit her better, so they didn't hang super low, but fortunately showed her soft skinny legs and they were nice. She was also wearing my favorite shirt of hers, a shirt that her mom would murder her for if she even answered the front door with it on, it was a black and white striped shirt that was over sized on her and she had cut it into a crop top, it was her shortest ending just bellow her sternum and she had cut the collar as well so not only had full view of her beautiful flat stomach and navel & most her her ribs and full lower back, but it hung off one shoulder giving me a good view of one sexy shoulder and her boney collar bones. She didn't usually wear a bra with it, but being super skinny she didn't really need one with her small boobs. The first time she came down the stairs wearing it I dropped the can of pop I was holding.
The night was typical, tickle fights with the twins, xbox playing, but no internet, Naomi was using the computer for homework all night, and we weren't aloud to bug her. So I didn't even tickle her once, not even during our goodnight hug. As usual I quickly passed out into a deep sleep.
I woke up with a sudden start as little fingers scraped lightly and quickly on my bare soles, I realized instantly I was screwed as I groggily tried to move my bare feet away from what I now saw was Bret at the end of my bed giggling at me with a sinister little kid look one hand attacking each foot, each foot immobile as my big toes once again were taped to the rails and the familiar ties kept my ankles still to the frame, "He can't do anything to stop us" he giggled, I realized my mouth was again heavily ductapped as I heard my muffled squeels of laughter. I of course reflexively tried to pull my arms down but again my wrist were tied to the top of my bed and like weeks ago I suddenly found myself stretched spreadeagle super taut to my bed completely immobile and completely helpless. I noted while screaming into my gag, cause Brets little fingers continued their attack on my soles and toes, that Naomi lay along side me on the bed just looking at me with a smile, and Angie was sitting on the bed above my head looking down at me, her little bare feet on either side of me, her legs slung over my arms. "tickle tickle tickle" angie said when I looked at her, and she folded one leg in towards me, her leg and barefoot pinning my head back immobile in her lap, her fingers, which now had wicked little nails on the end she had been growing, began dancing on my neck, I screamed bloody murder into my gag and struggled with all my might pointlessly against my bonds, "Who's the king?" I heard Bret say evilly from the end of the bed, still assaulting my immobile feet, I couldn't even look at him, my head immobilized all I could see is Angies giggling face looking down at me, her fingers tormenting my super sensitive immobile stretched out neck and chin, "tickle tickle tickle" she sang at me. I was in trouble.
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