Tickle torment (F/fm)
Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2025 10:43 am
Alan and Alison, both fifteen years old and sharing an unusual yet thrilling hobby, found themselves in a situation they had only dreamt of. They had confided in Alison's mother, Julie, about their peculiar fascination with being tied up, and to their surprise, she had agreed to help them explore it safely. With a mischievous smile, she had set up a cozy area in the living room, ensuring that the sofa cushions were plumped and the room was pleasantly warm. The air was thick with anticipation as they watched her unravel a collection of soft, colorful ropes.
Julie, who had an colourful past before motherhood, and was quite adept at the art of Shibari, began with Alan. She approached him with a gentle touch, tying his hands behind his back with the ropes, ensuring that his elbows remained close together. Each loop and knot was placed with precision and care, creating a snug, yet comfortable restraint. She then wrapped the rope around his chest and stomach, drawing his arms back even further, effectively pinning them to his back. Alan could feel the excitement building as his breathing grew shallower and his heart rate quickened. The sensation of being helplessly bound was both exhilarating and oddly calming.
Moving down to his legs, she bound his ankles together with the same meticulous attention to detail. She then proceeded to wrap the rope above and below his knees, creating a crisscross pattern that not only immobilized his lower limbs but also created a visually appealing display of their vulnerability. The softness of the ropes against his skin was in stark contrast to the firm grip they had on his body. He tried to wiggle his legs but found them unresponsive to his commands, only moving slightly within their constraints. Finally she tied a little piece of string around his big toes.
Julie then moved to Alison, her skilled hands mirroring the actions she had performed on Alan. The girl's wrists were bound with the same care, elbows touching, and then she secured the ropes around her chest and stomach. Alison's giggles grew louder as her mother worked, the anticipation of what was to come making her squirm in her seat. The binding was tight, but not painful, a testament to Julie's skill in ensuring their safety while still providing them with the thrill they sought.
Once both of them were securely bound, Julie stepped back to admire her handiwork. Alan and Alison were now inseparable, tied back to back, each feeling the warmth of the other's body against their own. The ropes created an intricate web of restraint that left their arms and legs entwined, making it impossible for them to move apart without significant effort. The sight of her daughter and her friend, bound in such an intimate fashion, brought a twinkle of amusement to Julie's eye. She knew that this was a moment they would all remember, one that would strengthen the bond between them in a way that was uniquely theirs.
“Are you sure you want to be gagged?” Julie asked, holding up a pair soft, rolled-up socks and some tape . Both Alan and Alison nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with excitement. She placed the sock in Alison's mouth first, sealing it in place with tape then tying a scarf around her head to blindfold her daughter. Then, with a final pat on the cheek, she did the same to Alan. The muffled protests from both teenagers were barely audible, and Julie wondered if they were more than ready for the next part of their adventure.
Julie took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sudden jumps in her own pulse. This was something she had done countless times before, but the idea of tickling the feet of her daughter and her daughter's friend was a new twist that made her feel both giddy and slightly awkward. She took a seat in front of them, her fingers dancing in the air just above their bare feet. They both squirmed, anticipating her touch, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at their eagerness.
Her fingertips finally made contact with Alan's foot, and he jerked in surprise. She began to tickle him gently, starting from his toes and moving up along his sole. His muffled laughs filled the room, and his body tensed against the ropes. His bare chest, already flushed from the excitement, grew redder as he struggled to breathe through the gag. The way his stomach muscles tightened under the ropes was mesmerizing.
Julie switched to Alison's foot, her tickling becoming a bit more vigorous as she watched her daughter's reaction. Alison's legs kicked out in a futile attempt to escape, but she was held firmly in place by the ropes binding her to Alan. The ropes were tight, but not painful, allowing her to thrash around in a playful dance of helplessness. Her laughs were music to Julie's ears, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing that she was the one controlling the sensation.
Her initial hesitation dispelled, Julie reached for the quill of a feather she had placed on the coffee table. She gently dragged it along the arches of their feet, the softness of the feathers sending shivers up their spines. Alan's toes curled and uncurled in his desperate attempts to escape the tickling sensation, while Alison's feet kicked wildly, her body contorting as much as the ropes would allow. The sound of their muffled giggles grew louder, echoing off the walls of the small room. Julie began to draw the soft part of the feather between their toes before dark king yhe stiff quill over their sensitive soles and arches.
Next, she picked up a cocktail stick, the pointed end poised over their bound feet. With a wicked grin, she poked at the spaces between their toes, tracing patterns along their skin. Alan's body jerked in response, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts against his gag. Alison's legs thrashed even more, her feet trying to retreat from the tickling torment. The stick was a surprisingly effective tool, bringing forth a whole new level of sensitivity from their feet that had them both squirming in their bonds.
“It’s terrible being tickled when you are tied up, isn’t it?l. Julie did not expect an answer from yhe tightly gagged pair. “So irritating. You just want to pull your feet away.” She dragged the cocktail stick the full length of all four feet. “But you can’t. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’re all tied up. Tied ip and helpless. You just have to put up with it for as long as I want to tickle you.”
Yhe verbal teasing ran alongside the physical torment as Julie used a kitchen fork to torture the bare feet at her mercy.
Julie put down the cocktail stick and picked up a bowl filled with ice cubes. The sudden chill on their bare skin made Alan and Alison gasp through their gags. The coldness was a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies, and their feet began to tingle as the cubes glided over their soles and around their toes. Alan's body stiffened as the ice made contact with particularly sensitive spots, while Alison's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. The sound of their laughter grew more desperate, a mix of pleasure and pain that was music to Julie's ears.
Feeling adventurous, she decided to switch to the biro. Carefully, she began to write on the soft, tender skin of their soles, the sensation of the cold metal sending shockwaves through their bodies. The gentle pressure of the pen was a surprisingly potent tickle, and they both tried to jerk their feet away, only to be reminded of the ropes that held them in place. Alan's eyes watered beneath the blindfold as he felt the letters spell out a secret message only he could understand. Alison's legs thrashed even harder, her bound feet trying to kick the pen out of her mother's hand. Julie played a couple of games of noughts and crosses on their feet before writing. “We’ve been naughty. Please tickle our sensitive bare feet.” It was a game she used to play at their age, and had had never failed to amuse her and her friends.
Julie took a moment to appreciate the spectacle before her. The ropes had created a beautiful tapestry of submission and trust. Their feet were now red and raw from the combination of the feather, the stick, and the ice, and their muffled pleas had turned to whimpers of overstimulation. She knew they were reaching their limits, but she couldn't resist pushing them just a little further.
Her eyes fell on the bowl of ice cubes once more, and she picked one up, holding it against Alan's arch before placing it gently between his toes. His body tensed as the coldness seeped into his skin, and he let out a muffled squeal. Alison felt the coldness through their entangled legs and shivered in response. Julie watched the cube slowly melt, the water trickling down their legs, creating a trail of coldness that only added to their distress.
With a wicked grin, she leaned in closer to their bound forms, the bowl of ice in her hand. She had prepared it earlier, knowing it would be the perfect addition to their tickling adventure. Carefully, she scooped up a handful cubes and let them fall down Alan's back, under his t-shirt. He jerked, the cold making contact with his bare skin. Alison felt the wetness through her shirt and squirmed, guessing what was happening a moment before a handful of ice went down her back too.
“It’s been fun. I think I’ll leave you two to , hehehe, COOL down a bit.” Julie said as she stood up and based out of the lounge, leaving Alan and Alison, tied back to back , gagged, blindfolded, wriggling, and whining into their gags.
Julie, who had an colourful past before motherhood, and was quite adept at the art of Shibari, began with Alan. She approached him with a gentle touch, tying his hands behind his back with the ropes, ensuring that his elbows remained close together. Each loop and knot was placed with precision and care, creating a snug, yet comfortable restraint. She then wrapped the rope around his chest and stomach, drawing his arms back even further, effectively pinning them to his back. Alan could feel the excitement building as his breathing grew shallower and his heart rate quickened. The sensation of being helplessly bound was both exhilarating and oddly calming.
Moving down to his legs, she bound his ankles together with the same meticulous attention to detail. She then proceeded to wrap the rope above and below his knees, creating a crisscross pattern that not only immobilized his lower limbs but also created a visually appealing display of their vulnerability. The softness of the ropes against his skin was in stark contrast to the firm grip they had on his body. He tried to wiggle his legs but found them unresponsive to his commands, only moving slightly within their constraints. Finally she tied a little piece of string around his big toes.
Julie then moved to Alison, her skilled hands mirroring the actions she had performed on Alan. The girl's wrists were bound with the same care, elbows touching, and then she secured the ropes around her chest and stomach. Alison's giggles grew louder as her mother worked, the anticipation of what was to come making her squirm in her seat. The binding was tight, but not painful, a testament to Julie's skill in ensuring their safety while still providing them with the thrill they sought.
Once both of them were securely bound, Julie stepped back to admire her handiwork. Alan and Alison were now inseparable, tied back to back, each feeling the warmth of the other's body against their own. The ropes created an intricate web of restraint that left their arms and legs entwined, making it impossible for them to move apart without significant effort. The sight of her daughter and her friend, bound in such an intimate fashion, brought a twinkle of amusement to Julie's eye. She knew that this was a moment they would all remember, one that would strengthen the bond between them in a way that was uniquely theirs.
“Are you sure you want to be gagged?” Julie asked, holding up a pair soft, rolled-up socks and some tape . Both Alan and Alison nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with excitement. She placed the sock in Alison's mouth first, sealing it in place with tape then tying a scarf around her head to blindfold her daughter. Then, with a final pat on the cheek, she did the same to Alan. The muffled protests from both teenagers were barely audible, and Julie wondered if they were more than ready for the next part of their adventure.
Julie took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sudden jumps in her own pulse. This was something she had done countless times before, but the idea of tickling the feet of her daughter and her daughter's friend was a new twist that made her feel both giddy and slightly awkward. She took a seat in front of them, her fingers dancing in the air just above their bare feet. They both squirmed, anticipating her touch, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at their eagerness.
Her fingertips finally made contact with Alan's foot, and he jerked in surprise. She began to tickle him gently, starting from his toes and moving up along his sole. His muffled laughs filled the room, and his body tensed against the ropes. His bare chest, already flushed from the excitement, grew redder as he struggled to breathe through the gag. The way his stomach muscles tightened under the ropes was mesmerizing.
Julie switched to Alison's foot, her tickling becoming a bit more vigorous as she watched her daughter's reaction. Alison's legs kicked out in a futile attempt to escape, but she was held firmly in place by the ropes binding her to Alan. The ropes were tight, but not painful, allowing her to thrash around in a playful dance of helplessness. Her laughs were music to Julie's ears, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing that she was the one controlling the sensation.
Her initial hesitation dispelled, Julie reached for the quill of a feather she had placed on the coffee table. She gently dragged it along the arches of their feet, the softness of the feathers sending shivers up their spines. Alan's toes curled and uncurled in his desperate attempts to escape the tickling sensation, while Alison's feet kicked wildly, her body contorting as much as the ropes would allow. The sound of their muffled giggles grew louder, echoing off the walls of the small room. Julie began to draw the soft part of the feather between their toes before dark king yhe stiff quill over their sensitive soles and arches.
Next, she picked up a cocktail stick, the pointed end poised over their bound feet. With a wicked grin, she poked at the spaces between their toes, tracing patterns along their skin. Alan's body jerked in response, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts against his gag. Alison's legs thrashed even more, her feet trying to retreat from the tickling torment. The stick was a surprisingly effective tool, bringing forth a whole new level of sensitivity from their feet that had them both squirming in their bonds.
“It’s terrible being tickled when you are tied up, isn’t it?l. Julie did not expect an answer from yhe tightly gagged pair. “So irritating. You just want to pull your feet away.” She dragged the cocktail stick the full length of all four feet. “But you can’t. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’re all tied up. Tied ip and helpless. You just have to put up with it for as long as I want to tickle you.”
Yhe verbal teasing ran alongside the physical torment as Julie used a kitchen fork to torture the bare feet at her mercy.
Julie put down the cocktail stick and picked up a bowl filled with ice cubes. The sudden chill on their bare skin made Alan and Alison gasp through their gags. The coldness was a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies, and their feet began to tingle as the cubes glided over their soles and around their toes. Alan's body stiffened as the ice made contact with particularly sensitive spots, while Alison's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. The sound of their laughter grew more desperate, a mix of pleasure and pain that was music to Julie's ears.
Feeling adventurous, she decided to switch to the biro. Carefully, she began to write on the soft, tender skin of their soles, the sensation of the cold metal sending shockwaves through their bodies. The gentle pressure of the pen was a surprisingly potent tickle, and they both tried to jerk their feet away, only to be reminded of the ropes that held them in place. Alan's eyes watered beneath the blindfold as he felt the letters spell out a secret message only he could understand. Alison's legs thrashed even harder, her bound feet trying to kick the pen out of her mother's hand. Julie played a couple of games of noughts and crosses on their feet before writing. “We’ve been naughty. Please tickle our sensitive bare feet.” It was a game she used to play at their age, and had had never failed to amuse her and her friends.
Julie took a moment to appreciate the spectacle before her. The ropes had created a beautiful tapestry of submission and trust. Their feet were now red and raw from the combination of the feather, the stick, and the ice, and their muffled pleas had turned to whimpers of overstimulation. She knew they were reaching their limits, but she couldn't resist pushing them just a little further.
Her eyes fell on the bowl of ice cubes once more, and she picked one up, holding it against Alan's arch before placing it gently between his toes. His body tensed as the coldness seeped into his skin, and he let out a muffled squeal. Alison felt the coldness through their entangled legs and shivered in response. Julie watched the cube slowly melt, the water trickling down their legs, creating a trail of coldness that only added to their distress.
With a wicked grin, she leaned in closer to their bound forms, the bowl of ice in her hand. She had prepared it earlier, knowing it would be the perfect addition to their tickling adventure. Carefully, she scooped up a handful cubes and let them fall down Alan's back, under his t-shirt. He jerked, the cold making contact with his bare skin. Alison felt the wetness through her shirt and squirmed, guessing what was happening a moment before a handful of ice went down her back too.
“It’s been fun. I think I’ll leave you two to , hehehe, COOL down a bit.” Julie said as she stood up and based out of the lounge, leaving Alan and Alison, tied back to back , gagged, blindfolded, wriggling, and whining into their gags.
