Stories of Tie Up Games

It was a hot August day in the middle of summer holiday’s, and Alan’s single mum Nicky, has been forced by work to leave him with her older, ssister Julie for a few days. Away from home and his friends, bored with TV he asked his aunt to play a “special” game.

"Alright, Alan," chuckled Aunt Julie, ruffling the ten-year-old's mop of red hair. "If you really want to play this game, I'll tie you up good and tight."

Julie's heart thudded with excitement as she searched through the garage for suitable materials. The ropes were coarse and smelled faintly of the salt water she used them for sailing. She chose a several particularly long and sturdy lengths, feeling the weight of it in her hand. Back in the living room, Alan's eyes widened when he saw the rope.

"Wow, Auntie, are we playing pirates?" he asked, his voice a mix of anticipation and innocence.

Julie couldn't help but smile at his youthful imagination. "Sort of, Alan. But this time, you're the one who's going to walk the plank!"

Alan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he allowed her to tie his wrists behind his back. The rope was rough against his skin, but he didn't flinch. She noticed the way his pulse quickened in his neck, the only sign he was even a little nervous, or possibly excited. She continued her work, looping the rope around his ankles and then securing them together. He giggled as she tightened the knots, his bare feet kicking slightly in the air.

Julie's nimble fingers danced around his knees, tying them together with a firm but gentle touch. She had done this before, during her wild college days, but it had been a while. The memories rushed back, making her palms a bit sweaty. She took a deep breath to calm herself and moved on to his elbows. The rope was tight, but not painfully so, just enough to ensure he couldn't escape without her permission. Having chosen a longer piece for this task she looped the ends round his chest before thing off behhind his back.

"Alright, little pirate, now you are all tied up!" she exclaimed, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Alan squirmed on the lounge floor, testing the strength of the knots. He was already getting into character, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the game.

Julie's next move was to gag him. She picked up one of his discarded socks, which she had secretly been saving for this moment. Balling it up, she held it against his mouth, watching as his eyes grew wide with curiosity. "Open up," she whispered with a mischievous smile, and he complied. She pushed the sock into his mouth, feeling his teeth bite down on it as she secured it with a piece of tape. He giggled, the sound muffled by the fabric.

“One final thing”. She knelt at his bare feet and taking a shoe lace, carefully bound his big toes together before giving a qhick tickle on his soles, making him squirm and shriek simultaneously.

Julie stepped back to take in the sight of her bound and gagged nephew. His cheeks were flushed with excitement, his chest rising and falling, under his bright red t shirt, rapidly with each breath. She felt a twinge of something she hadn't felt in a long time, something that was both thrilling and terrifying. But she knew she had to keep the game light for him, so she decided to add one more knot for good measure as she used a final rope around his tummy to pin his wrists into the small of his back.

"Looks like I've got you in a pickle now, Alan," she said, her voice playful. "What's a pirate to do with a captive?"

Alan's eyes darted around the room, trying to find an escape. But with his hands and feet tied, all he could do was let out a muffled protest through the gag.

Julie knelt beside him, her heart racing. "Now, now, don't struggle," she cooed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "You're my captive, and I can do whatever I want with you."

Her thoughts raced with possibilities. The swimming pool beckoned, sparkling under the sun outside. The water was cool and inviting, a perfect place to play out the pirate scenario. She could just imagine his squeals of delight as she made him hop along the diving board, tossed him in, watching his bound body splash around in the water. But she knew she had to keep it safe, at least for now.

“I could throw you in the swimming pool, tickle your feet, write all over you in marker pen, make you smell my feet.” On this last suggestion she lifted one leg, holding her bare size 8 foot infront of his face, wiggling her toes. Alan looked fascinated at the wrickles on the sole, the slight grimyness from a morjpning spent doing housework barefoot .

"Let's start with something simple," she said, her voice a low purr. She leaned in close to Alan's ear, her breath hot against his cheek. "How about I tickle you?"

Alan's eyes grew wider, and he nodded eagerly, his muffled laughs already escaping around the gag. He squirmed in anticipation, his bare feet kicking the floor as she lightly trailed her fingers up and down his soles. The sound of his muffled giggles filled the room as she found his sensitive spots, her touch feather-light and teasing.

Julie felt a sense of power wash over her, but she knew she had to keep the game from spiraling out of control. She had agreed to this to entertain Alan, not to scare him. She leaned closer and whispered, "Remember, this is just a game. If you need me to stop, just hum the. national Anthem." He nodded back, his eyes still sparkling with excitement.

Her fingers danced along the ropes that held him captive, feeling the warmth of his skin and the rapid pulse of his excitement. She tickled him mercilessly, watching his bare feet kick and twitch as he squirmed and giggled. The sight of his bound form brought back a rush of memories from her college days, but she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment with her adorable nephew.

Alan's giggles grew louder, his body writhing against the ropes. His cheeks were flushed a deeper shade of pink, and his eyes watered from the relentless tickling. "Okay, okay!" he mumbled through the gag, his voice high-pitched and desperate. But he didn’t hum the tune.

Julie continued the tickle assault for an unbroken 10 minutes before she leaned back, her chest heaving with laughter. "Alright, I'll stop for now," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes. "But remember, you're still my prisoner!"

Alan's giggles subsided into hiccups, his eyes pleading for mercy, but filled with joy. He nodded vigorously, his body still quivering from the intense sensation. Julie leaned down and kissed his forehead, her heart swelling with affection.

"Good boy," she whispered, her voice warm and comforting. "But the fun isn't over yet."

Julie stood up, brushing a loose strand of her red hair out of her face. "I need to hang out some washing," she told him. "But don't worry, I'll be back to check on you soon." She walked out of the living room, leaving Alan to his thoughts and the sensation of his bound body. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the garden. She could feel the heat from the concrete under her bare feet as she padded towards the clothesline.

The sound of her soles slapping against the ground grew distant, and Alan's eyes followed her until she was out of sight. He was alone, bound and gagged, in the middle of the floor. The thrill of the game was still coursing through his veins, but a small niggle of doubt began to creep in. He tested the ropes again, trying to find some slack, but they held firm.

Out in the garden, the scent of freshly cut grass filled the air as Julie hung the wet clothes on the line. The gentle hum of bees and distant laughter of children playing echoed around her, creating a serene backdrop to her mischievous thoughts. She glanced back at the house, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Alan's game was just beginning.

The sun kissed her skin, leaving a warm tingle as she worked. Her bare feet felt the cool soft grass against her toes, and she couldn't help but think of her bound and gagged little pirate waiting inside, his feet all bare and vulnerable. The light breeze played with her skirt, fluttering it around her legs as she pondered what torments she could inflict next.

Alan's struggle was minimal, his body too caught up in the thrill of the game. He wiggled his finhers and toes and squirmed, but the ropes held firm. The feeling of helplessness was new to him, and it was strangely exhilarating. He felt a thrill every time he heard a sound, hoping it was his aunt returning to continue their adventure.

The gag muffled his whimpers as he tested the knots around his wrists and ankles. The sock was wet with drool, and the taste of the fabric was faint in his mouth. But the discomfort was nothing compared to the excitement of being at the mercy of his aunt's whims.

Julie returned, a basket of laundry in one hand and a devilish glint in her eye. "Looks like my little pirate is still here," she said, her voice carrying a hint of mock surprise. "I think it's time for round two, don't you?"

Alan's eyes widened, his breath quickening. Despite his earlier protests, he felt his body respond with a thrill of excitement. He knew he was safe with Aunt Julie, but the game was too much fun to end now. He nodded, his muffled voice urging her to continue.

Julie's smile grew wider, and she bent down to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to tickle you until you can't take it anymore!" She knew he could still feel the aftershocks from the last round, but she was ready to push him further. Her fingers danced along the ropes, teasingly tickling his sides, making him squirm and giggle once more.

Alan's eyes sparkled with a mix of fear and excitement. He knew he couldn't escape, and the thought of being utterly helpless made his heart race in a way he couldn't explain. He struggled a little, his bare feet kicking the floor, but it was more for show than an actual attempt to break free. He enjoyed the sensation of being tied up, the way the ropes felt snug against his skin.

Julie noticed his half-hearted resistance and her grin grew broader. She knew he was enjoying it, that he was playing along with the game. She tickled his ribs and watched as his body squirmed, his bound feet kicking in the air. "You're not getting away from me that easily," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I can tickle you as much as i like and theres nithing you can do about it.”

Her fingers danced over his bare stomach, her touch light and feathery. Alan's muffled laughs grew more intense, his body arching off the floor as he tried to dodge her hands. The ropes held him fast, a constant reminder of his captivity. He felt the fabric of the gag against his tongue and the roughness of the ropes against his skin. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, one that made his heart pound in his chest.

After another 20 minutes, the tickling stopped. Julie pulled away, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She had to admit, watching Alan squirm and giggle was more entertaining than she had anticipated. She looked at him, panting and red-faced from his struggles. "Alright, little pirate," she said, her voice still playful. "I think you've had enough for now. But remember, this is just a taste of what I could do to you."

Julie stood up and walked into the kitchen, leaving Alan tied up and alone in the living room. The scent of mint tea filled the air as she put the kettle on, the sound of the water boiling a comforting background to the quiet house. She selected a mug with a pirate ship on it, a smirk playing on her lips as she thought of her nephew's current predicament.

Pouring the hot water over the tea bag, she watched the liquid darken. The aroma of mint filled the room, a stark contrast to the faint smell of sweat and excitement coming from the living room. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the tension of the game mingle with the warmth of the tea in her hand.

When she returned to the living room, Alan had stopped struggling and lay still, his eyes closed and his chest heaving from his giggling fit. His bare feet were a testament to his efforts, red from theprolonged tickle torture he had been subjected too, his wrists and ankles slightly swollen from his futile attempts to break free. Julie felt a twinge of pity for the poor boy, but she knew he had enjoyed it.

"Alright, my little captive," she said, her voice a low purr as she took a cigarette and lot it, pausing mid sentance as she inhaled. The smoke swirled around her, a seductive dance in the shaft of sunlight that spilled in through the curtains. She placed her bare right foot gently on his cheek. It was an assertive move, but the tenderness in her touch was undeniable. "Let's see if you can handle a real pirate's fate."

Alan looked at her foof again, dirtier and with some grass stains after her trip to the garden, and smelling slightly of sweat.

Julie took a long drag of her cigarette, watching the smoke curl and dance in the air. "I've been thinking, Alan," she began, her voice casual yet carrying a hint of something darker. "Pirates don't just tickle their captives, you know. They have all sorts of... interesting ways to pass the time."

Her foot remained on his cheek, and Alan could feel the calloused sole of her foot, the heat of her skin through the fabric of his gag. He nodded again, his eyes wide with curiosity. He had played games like this before with his friends, but something about playing with his aunt made it feel different, more intense.

Julie took a sip of her tea, the minty liquid cooling her throat as she considered her next move. "I could tickle you with a feather," she mused aloud, "or maybe even use some ice cubes to keep you cool in this heat."

“And pirated kidnap people and ransom them. Do hou think your mum would pay me to send you back? I could sned you back all tied up. What do you think your mum would say hetting a little tied up boy back? Imthink youd be a lot less troube for her if you were tied up all the time.”

Alan felt a thrill of fear and excitement at the same time, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting to see a treasure chest. The thought of his mum receiving a ransom note with him as the prize was a thrilling twist to the game.

“Maybe she’d pay me more to keep you tied up here and not send you back.”

Julie took another sip of tea, watching Alan's reaction closely. His eyes had grown wide with excitement and a hint of fear. He knew it was just a game, but the thought of being a real pirate's hostage was too tempting to ignore. The idea grew in her mind, a thrilling plot twist to their adventure.

"Let me see if I can find something more... appropriate," she said, her voice a low purr as she set down the mug and headed towards her bedroom. Her bare feet padded softly on the cool tiles, the sound echoing in the quiet house. She rummaged through her drawer, searching for the perfect prop for their game.

Julie emerged with an old tooth brush in her hand, the tiny bristles splayed. She knelt beside Alan, her skirt brushing his bare legs as she leaned over him. "Ah-ha," she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming. "This will do nicely."

Her hand hovered over his bare feet, and Alan's eyes grew wide with anticipation. The brush looked so innocent, but he knew the tickle torment it could inflict. He felt the first touch of the bristles on the sole of his right foot, and his body jolted. It was different from her fingers, more intense and unpredictable. He kicked and giggled, the ropes cutting into his skin as he struggled against them.

Julie straddled his legs, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her smooth, bare thighs. She held his left foot firmly with her hand, keeping it still while she focused on the right. The brush danced over his arch, and Alan's muffled cries grew louder. His body thrashed from side to side, but she held him firmly in place with her left leg, her right hand never leaving his foot. She could feel his excitement growing, his foot pulsing under her touch, and she knew he was enjoying the game.

With a wicked grin, she moved the brush to the sensitive skin between his toes. Alan's eyes squeezed shut, and he bucked his body, trying to escape the torturous sensation. His bare feet were a canvas of laughter and sensation, and she painted a picture of pure joy and torment with every stroke of the brush. The bristles danced and tickled, eliciting squeals that grew more desperate as she explored every nook and cranny.

Julie felt a rush of power as she watched his feet squirm beneath her. Her breath hitched, her heart racing from the exhilaration of the game.

She sat back on the sofa and took another drag on her cigarette, the smoke mingling with the scent of the mint tea that lingered on her breath. Her eyes never left his face, watching the play of emotions that danced across it.

The doorbell rang, cutting through the symphony of giggles and rope against skin. Julie froze for a moment, her heart skipping a beat. She had forgotten all about her plans to meet Karen and Joanne for lunch. The game with Alan had consumed her.

Oh, I love Aunt Julie! She has a wonderful sense of evil fun. Great job writing this and thank you for sharing with us

Wonderful story! I envy Alan having an aunt like Julie.
I hope that you'll write a part two in which Karen and Joanne turn out to love the idea of tickling a helpless boy.

milagros317 wrote: 2 months ago Wonderful story! I envy Alan having an aunt like Julie.
I hope that you'll write a part two in which Karen and Joanne turn out to love the idea of tickling a helpless boy.

Mmmm! Yes!

Amazing story. I just wonder how old Alan is…

@TuggyMale Ten year old red head. Second paragraph.

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Wonderful work! Alan looks like he's in for a wild afternoon!

Bound up Nephew Pirates would be a great seller at "The Bondage Parlor's" ready made take home section.

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incredible! can't wait to see how it unfolds

This is awesome. Reminds me of a couple of Aunt and nephew / niece which I started but lost inspiration for. Maybe this will kick start me.

PART 2




Karen's voice floated in through the open door. "Julie? You around?"

Julie's heart raced. She had forgotten all about her plans to meet Karen and Joanne for lunch. She glanced at the clock on the wall, realizing that she had lost track of time. Quickly, she stubbed out her cigarette and scooted away from Alan, who was still bound and gagged, his body quivering from the tickle torture. She called out, "Coming!" trying to keep her voice calm and casual.

Her friend's voice grew louder as they approached the living room. Karen, a blonde with a cheerful smile, stepped in, followed by her daughter , 11 year old Joanne, whose eyes widened at the sight of Alan. The girl had an air of curiosity about her, a hint of mischief sparkling in her gaze. Joanne's black shorts and white t-shirt were slightly rumpled, as if she had been running around outside, and her bare feet were dusty from the street.

"Oh my goodness," Karen exclaimed, taking in the scene. "What on earth are you two up to?"

“Hey. He’s cute.” Said Joanne, eyes fixed on the bound gagged Alan. “Can I tickle him.”

Julie felt a sudden surge of panic. She had never planned for an audience. But before she could respond, Joanne was already kneeling beside her nephew, her own bare feet planting themselves firmly beside his.

"Meet my nephew, Alan. He’s a rival Pirate Captain.” she explained hastily. "He's my captive, and I've been keeping him in check. Im going to ransom him back.”

Karen looked at her with a mix of shock and amusement. "Well, that's one way to keep a kid entertained!" she said, her laughter bubbling over.

Julie's cheeks flushed, but she managed a casual shrug. "It's just a game, Karen," she said, her voice a little shaky as she stood up and smoothed her skirt. "It's all part of the pirate theme."

Karen raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Joanne began to tickle Alan's feet with the same enthusiasm that Julie had shown earlier. His muffled protests grew louder, and Joanne giggled in delight. Karen's eyes danced with curiosity, and she leaned in to whisper, "You always were the wild one, weren't you?"

Julie chuckled nervously, her cheeks flushed as she headed into the kitchen to prepare lunch. She tried to act as if having a bound and gagged ten-year-old in the middle of her living room was an everyday occurrence.

"So, how have you been?" Karen called said as she followed julie, her red heels clicking on the floor in contrast to Julie’s bare feet slapping. Both could hear the muffled sounds from Alan, who was now being tickled by Joanne.

Julie tried to act nonchalant as she chopped vegetables. "Oh, you know, the usual. Work, home, work," she replied, hoping her voice didn’t betray her nerves. "How about you?"

Karen sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a glass of water. "Same old, same old," she said, her eyes still glancing towards the living room where the muffled giggles continued. "But tell me more about this pirate game. It seems quite... intense."

Julie's hand hovered over the knife as she chopped a cucumber. "Oh, it's just something we came up with to pass the time," she said, trying to sound casual. "You know how boys are."

Meanwhile, back in the lounge, Joanne's giggles filled the room as she switched from tickling Alan's feet with the toothbrush to using her own nimble fingers. Her bare feet, dirty from playing outside, found their way onto his face, pressing down gently but firmly as she explored his soles with her toes. Alan's eyes widened, his breath muffled by the sock gag, and his body jolted at the sudden change in sensation. The feeling of her bare feet on his cheeks was strange, a mix of softness and roughness that was both soothing and overwhelming.

Julie, in the kitchen, could hear the pair's laughter and muffled squeals, a strange blend of innocence and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She felt a twinge of guilt for leaving Alan with Joanne, knowing the girl had a knack for taking things further than intended. But she decided to keep her cool and let the children play.

In the lounge, Joanne's nimble fingers continued their dance on Alan's feet, her laughter echoing off the walls as she watched his face contort with each tickle. Her bare feet, dusty from a day of adventure, felt surprisingly good on his face, grounding him in the reality of his capture. She could see the tears of joy in his eyes, feel his muffled giggles vibrating through the soles of her feet.

“OK. Lunch time.”

Julie’s voice was a mix of relief and authority, cutting through the giggling in the living room. The sound of her bare feet slapped against the kitchen tiles as she returned from the kitchen with a platter of sandwiches, chips, and fruit. Alan's eyes followed her, still watering from Joanne's tickling.

“Can you untie Alan please.” Asked Julie.

“No.” Said Joanne. “Can i just take his gag out? I can feed him.”

Julie paused, considering the situation. She had never anticipated that the game would last this long or that anyone else would be involved. But looking at Joanne’s eager expression and Alan’s flushed, but still excited, face she realized that this might just be a way to keep the game going without it feeling forced. “Alan.,Are you OK with that?”

Alan nodded.

“And mum.” Said Joanne turning to Karen. “Can I be tied up too after lunch.”

Karen's eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? You want to play pirates with Auntie Julie?”

Joanne nodded vigorously, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Yes, please, Mum!”

Julie felt a thrill run through her, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Well, if that’s what you want, then maybe we can all be pirates after lunch. But for now, let’s get this little rascal something to eat, shall we?”

Over lunch, Joanne true to her word fed Alan sandwhuches and fresh fruit untill both plates were empty and they asked for seconds. After lunch the still tied up Alan hooped back to the loungs and wriggled down against the wall jntill he was lying in his side looking towards the centre of the room. The three females followed him, karen having removed her heels, revealing her feet in suntan nude tights, nails painted red to maatch her shoes and dress.

“OK. Lets get you gagged again first.” Julie approached Alan with a fresh sock and tape, and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. He nodded eagerly, his cheeks still flushed from the tickling. As she slid the sock back into his mouth, he felt a strange comfort in the familiar fabric. She wrapped the tape around his head and smoothed it down, ensuring it wasn't too tight, and then stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Julie looked at Joanne, the thought of her being tied up as well sent a thrill through her. "Alright then, little miss pirate," she said with a wink. "Let's see if you can handle it."

Joanne grinned, her teeth glinting in the sunlight. She eagerly presented her wrists to Julie, who took the rope and began to tie them together behind her back. Joanne giggled as the rope tightened, a sound that was music to Julie's ears. She knew that Joanne had a bit of a wild streak in her, and she couldn't resist the opportunity to bring it out.

Once Joanne's hands were secured, Karen stepped in with a mischievous smile of her own and began tipo tie her daughter’s feet together.

“Mum! You can make it tighter!” Joanne protested, her giggles bubbling out.

Karen just smirked, her eyes meeting Julie’s over her daughter's head. They shared a knowing look, both enjoying the playful power dynamics that had unfurled in their impromptu game. Karen finished tying Joanne’s feet and went to her knees. Soon she was tied up just like alan, hands behind her back, ankles and knees together, elbows, chest, toes and her cheecks bulged around her gag.

Julie took a moment to admire her handiwork, her eyes lingering on the bound and gagged forms of the two children. They were both so different, yet equally adorable in their own way. Alan's blonde hair stuck up at odd angles, his blue eyes shining with excitement, while Joanne's brunette locks fell in soft waves around her face, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Alright, my littlle Lady pirate," she said, her voice dropping into a playful growl. "It's time for you to face the real pirate's fate." With that she began to tickle Joanneks bare feet.

Joanne's eyes grew wide, and she giggled helplessly as Julie’s fingers danced over her soles. It was different from when she had tickled Alan, more... intense. The way her mum's friend’s fingers curled and prodded sent shivers up her spine, and she struggled against her bonds.

Julie watched with a mix of amusement and something else, something deeper. She felt a strange sense of control, a power that she had never experienced before. It was intoxicating. She moved from Joanne's feet to her sides, the brush in her hand finding all the sensitive spots that made the girl squirm and giggle.

Alan's eyes never left Joanne's face, taking in every twitch and wiggle. He felt a strange mix of emotions watching her - a little bit of jealousy, a little bit of excitement, and a whole lot of curiosity. He had never seen a girl tied up before in real lofe, let alone one so close to his own age. Her bare feet looked so vulnerable, so... tempting.

Karen met his gaze. “Hey you. No peeking.” She said, and covered his eyes with her nylon covered left foot, the toes over his nose giving off a strange scent of perfume and cheese.

Julie chuckled and went to tickle Joanne's sides, her hands moving from her bare feet to her ribs, making her squirm even more. Joanne's giggles grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of muffled squeals. Karen took over tickling Alan's feet again, her eyes gleaming with amusement as her sweaty stockinged feet smothered him.

The two children, bound and gagged, writhed and struggled against their restraints, their eyes shining with a mix of excitement and challenge. They were both enjoying the game, the thrill of being at the mercy of their captor a tantalizing experience that neither had ever felt before.

Julie looked at Karen, her eyes dancing with mischief. "You know," she said, her voice a low purr, "I have a better idea." She left the room, leaving Karen alone with the two tied up, gagged and barefoot captives.

Moments later, she returned with more rope amd a couple of scarves. “Help me move them together.”

Julie and Karen positioned the children so they were sitting back to back on the floor, their bare feet pointing out. The warmth from their bodies created a tantalizing aura of anticipation. Julie bagan to wrap rooe around them so they were tied optogether.

"Now, now," she said with a grin, "Let's not make it too easy for you two to escape." She began to tie one scarf ove Alan’s eyes, tossing the other to Karen.

Karen caught it with a laugh. "Oh, you're going full pirate on them now!" she exclaimed, looping the scarf over Joanne's eyes.

The two women worked quickly, tying the scarves snugly around the kids' heads, leaving their noses free to breathe and muffle any sounds. Once they were blindfolded, Julie took a step back and surveyed their captives with a wicked smile. The sight of their bound, bare feet and the way their bodies leaned into each other was too much to resist.

"Now, let the real fun begin," she murmured, her heart racing with excitement. She knelt down in front of Alan, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her toned, bare legs. With the rope in her hand, she began to lightly trace the soles of his feet, watching as they both jerked and giggled.

Karen knent infront of her own daughter and began to tickle her feet with the old tooth brush.

Joanne’s giggles were a higher pitch than Alan's, a delightful sound that filled the room. Her body wiggled and squirmed in an attempt to get away, but the ropes held her firmly in place. Her bare toes curled and uncurled as Karen's fingers danced over them with the precision of a maestro conducting a symphony of giggles.

Julie couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. She leaned in closer to Alan, her breath warm on his ear. "You see, little pirate, now that you can't see, you're at our mercy." Her voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down his spine. She began to tickle him again, her fingers gliding over his feet and up his legs, making him squirm and wriggle.

The two of them had moved into a rhythm, their laughter and muffled protests filling the room. Karen watched with a mix of shock and amusement, her own curiosity growing by the second. The way their bare feet twitched and jerked, the way they tried to pull away from the tickling, it was all so... fascinating.

Julie's eyes met hers, a question in them. Karen nodded, a smirk playing on her lips. "I think it's time we switched places," she said, her voice low and mischievous.

The two adults swapped positions, Karen taking over Alan's tickling while Julie moved in front of Joanne. Though unseen by the children they sensed the change of tickler.

Julie’s bare foot gently stroked Joanne’s face before moving to her neck. The girl squirmed at the light touch, her bound body straining against the ropes. "You know, I wonder if you're as ticklish as Alan." She whispered, her fingers moving to tickle the base of Joanne's neck.

The child's giggles grew louder as Julie’s touch grew more playful. Joanne's body thrashed from side to side as she tried to dodge her aunt's skilled hands. But the ropes held firm, keeping her in place for the tickling torment. As alan thrashed too nowever both children fell tomthe side, landing gently on the carpet, but now opening up the backs of their knees and thughs to tickle abuse.

Julie took advantage of this new angle, her bare foot caressing the tender skin at the back of Joanne's knee. Joanne's laughter grew more frantic, her legs kicking out in response.

Karen watched, her eyes wide with excitement. She leaned in closer to Alan, her nylon tights brushing on his bare feet "Let's see how you handle this," she murmured, as her finger nails found the backs of his knees and ran up hus legs to the bottom of his shorts.

Alan's eyes grew wide as he felt the sharpness of her nails, his body jolting as the new sensation overwhelmed him. The combination of the soft fabric and the tickling was driving him wild. He bucked and thrashed, trying to get away, but the ropes held firm.

Julie watched the two of them, her heart racing with excitement. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The sound of their muffled giggles and the sight of their bare, bound feet was a thrill she hadn't anticipated.

"Alright, you little scallywags," she said, her voice firm but playful. "Let's see who can hold out the longest." Julie pulled their legs out strait, and using another rooe biund their ankles together, so all four nare feet were presemted for torment, heels touching.

As alren’s nails negan to scrape the helpless bare feet, Julie went to the kitchen. Karen’s fingers moving in a slow, deliberate pattern made Alan’s toes curl and his body arch off the floor. Meanwhile, Julie returned with additional toys of torment: a bowl of oce cubes, a pack of cocktail sticks, a feather duster and a quill feather.

The sound of ice cubes clinking in the bowl made both Alan and Joanne tense. The anticipation of cold against their sensitive skin was almost unbearable. Karen's nails had already left a trail of goosebumps on Alan's legs, and Joanne's feet were red from her mother's relentless tickling.

Julie knelt down beside Alan, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She took an ice cube between her fingers and held it just above his bare toes. He could feel the coolness in the air, and he braced himself for the shock. When it finally came, it was like a bolt of lightning, sending waves of cold through his body that made him yelp into his gag.

Tied back to back as they were wirh their feet tied together there was nothing they could do to oull ttheir feet from the torture, noth children were limited to woggling their toes and scrunching up their soles, however a flinal chord from the toe tie babck to the ankle bonds denied them even this minor reprise, stretching their soles taught and flat.

Julie took an ice cube and held it against Alan's arch. He gasped as the cold seeped into his skin, sending chills up his spine. Joanne could feel the coldness radiating from him and braced herself, knowing her turn was next. With a sadistic grin, Karen leaned down and blew gently on the backs of Joanne's knees, making her squirm and giggle even more.

Julie took the feather duster from the kitchen and began to lightly trace it over Alan's bare feet. The softness of the feathers against his skin was a stark contrast to the icy cold, making him jerk and kick his legs. Joanne's giggles grew louder as she felt her newfound friend's torment, her own feet begging for relief.

Karen, seeing the effect the feathers had on Alan, couldn't resist joining in. She grabbed the quill feather and started tickling Joanne's feet with it. The girl's giggles grew higher pitched, her body squirming in a futile attempt to escape. The adults took turns, the ice cube and feathers creating a symphony of sensations that kept the children on the edge of their seats, or rather, on the edge of their nerves.

After half an hour of relentless tickling, the women finally took a break, sitting on the sofa with a sense of triumph and satisfaction. Their breaths came in short gasps, their hearts pounding from the exertion. They watched the bound, gagged, and blindfolded children lying on the floor, their bare feet sticking out like little islands of vulnerability. The room was filled with the sound of their muffled giggles slowly subsiding into hiccups and gasps for air.

Julie lit a cigarette, the tip flaring to life with a sharp crackle. She took a deep drag, savoring the warmth and the rush of nicotine. The smell of the smoke mingled with the scent of their sweat and the faint scent of fear and excitement from the children. She held the cigarette out to Karen, who took it with a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving her daughter's bound form.

Karen took a drag, the cigarette dangling from her lips as she surveyed the room. "You know," she said, her voice low and thoughtful, "I never knew you had it in you."

Julie chuckled, her eyes still on the children. "I never knew either. But it's... fun."

For the next hour ormsomthe two women chatted like only two old friends who havent seen each other in over a week can. All the time Alan and Joanne lay tied up gagged and blindfolded in the carpet, wondering if their torment was really kver or if this was just a temporary break to torture them more with the threat of further tickling.

Julie looked down at her watch. “Oh no, we can’t leave them like this all afternoon. What will the neighbours think?”

Karen took another drag on the cigarette and exhaled a plume of smoke. “Probably think we're teaching them a lesson in obedience. Besides, we have to let them up eventually, don't we?”

Julie nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes as she contemplated the end of their game. But she knew it was time. She stood and stretched her legs, feeling the ache from the past hour of squatting and tickling. "Alright, you two," she called out to the bound children. "The pirate's lunch break is over. Time to see if you can still walk the plank."

With a grin, Karen stood up as well, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray. "Let's get these little rascals back to their ship."

Julie nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She crouched down beside Alan and began to untie the ropes. His skin felt warm and slightly damp from his struggle against the bonds, and she couldn't help but run her hands over his bare legs one last time before freeing him.

"You can't get us!" He exclaimed as soon as the gag was removed. "We're pirates, and we're not scared of anything!"

Joanne too was soon untied, however she was more subdued, her eyes wide and a little glazed from the intense tickling. Karen crouched down beside her and began to massage her ankles You did really well, sweetie," she said, pride in her voice. "But it's time to get back to reality now."

“Sure mum. But can we do this again some time?”

That was terrific! Yes Mum, can we play it again?
Thank you for sharing with us. You do a great job of keeping us entertained.

Snozzberry wrote: 2 months ago @TuggyMale Ten year old red head. Second paragraph.

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Oh thanks, I didnt see it

Great second part! Exactly the continuation for which I was hoping.

Marvelous ending! And if you do continue, making Alan and Joanne walk the plank is a brilliant idea.

I also think they have to walk the plank - maybe after tying them to the mast and letting them shrub the deck.