Business call F/f
Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2025 2:58 pm
So my mom was on an important call. I was bored and wouldn’t stop interrupting. She got put on hold so she told me to be quiet. I wouldn’t listen though. I was kneeling next to her office chair wearing a pink skirt and white shirt. She got up from the chair and went behind me and pulled off my socks I had been wearing all day. I hate being barefoot since I’m very ticklish. I told her to give them back. But as I opened my mouth to talk she shoved them in. They smelled a little and it was gross.
I tried to pull them out but she grabbed my wrist. She quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape and taped my wrist together behind my back. I had never been restrained before and some feelings were stirring. For some reason I liked it. I then snapped back to what was happening as she wrapped tape around my head over the socks in my mouth.
I don’t know why but I loved it. I loved feeling helpless but I wanted more. I turned around and started poking mom with my tapped wrist. She was off hold and started talking but I didn’t care and continued interrupting with my arms.
She got put on hold again. She picked up the roll of tape and a wave of emotion came over me. She quickly wrapped tape from wrist to elbows pulling them together. It hurt a little but wasn’t to bad since I’m flexible.
I still wanted attention since I was bored so I rolled on my tummy and started pushing mom with my feet.
She lifted my skirt a little and quickly taped my ankles to my thighs. She picked me up and put me back in a kneeling position. I couldn’t unfold my legs so I really couldn’t get up. She got back on the phone and I sat there bored unable to get her attention.
After she hung up she gave me a lecture about how it was rude for me to interrupt her call. My arms were starting to really hurt so I struggled a bit.
She said I needed a punishment to learn my lesson. She put me back on my tummy. I still couldn’t move my legs. She took my braided pig tales and tied them tight around my big toes. This pulled my head back uncomfortably and made my feet point like a ballerina.
She said part of my punishment is leaving me like this for an hour. Emotions washed over me as I thought about being helpless for a whole hour. No way to beg her either with tape on my mouth. But there definitely was a part of me that loved being helpless. I loved not having a choice.
Then she said, the other part of you punishment is this:
Started running her finger nails up the soles of my feet. As I jerked it pulled my hair. I tried to stay still but couldn’t. I almost cried as it was too overwhelming. I tried to struggle but I couldn’t move or break the tape. She tickled me harder and harder for 30 min.
As I laughed I thought about how normally I can struggle and get free when she tickles me. This was the first time I had no choice. All I could do is lay there in pain helpless to stop her torment. The hating tickling slowly became a love for it. I was so helpless and I never wanted that feeling to end.
I tried to pull them out but she grabbed my wrist. She quickly grabbed a roll of duct tape and taped my wrist together behind my back. I had never been restrained before and some feelings were stirring. For some reason I liked it. I then snapped back to what was happening as she wrapped tape around my head over the socks in my mouth.
I don’t know why but I loved it. I loved feeling helpless but I wanted more. I turned around and started poking mom with my tapped wrist. She was off hold and started talking but I didn’t care and continued interrupting with my arms.
She got put on hold again. She picked up the roll of tape and a wave of emotion came over me. She quickly wrapped tape from wrist to elbows pulling them together. It hurt a little but wasn’t to bad since I’m flexible.
I still wanted attention since I was bored so I rolled on my tummy and started pushing mom with my feet.
She lifted my skirt a little and quickly taped my ankles to my thighs. She picked me up and put me back in a kneeling position. I couldn’t unfold my legs so I really couldn’t get up. She got back on the phone and I sat there bored unable to get her attention.
After she hung up she gave me a lecture about how it was rude for me to interrupt her call. My arms were starting to really hurt so I struggled a bit.
She said I needed a punishment to learn my lesson. She put me back on my tummy. I still couldn’t move my legs. She took my braided pig tales and tied them tight around my big toes. This pulled my head back uncomfortably and made my feet point like a ballerina.
She said part of my punishment is leaving me like this for an hour. Emotions washed over me as I thought about being helpless for a whole hour. No way to beg her either with tape on my mouth. But there definitely was a part of me that loved being helpless. I loved not having a choice.
Then she said, the other part of you punishment is this:
Started running her finger nails up the soles of my feet. As I jerked it pulled my hair. I tried to stay still but couldn’t. I almost cried as it was too overwhelming. I tried to struggle but I couldn’t move or break the tape. She tickled me harder and harder for 30 min.
As I laughed I thought about how normally I can struggle and get free when she tickles me. This was the first time I had no choice. All I could do is lay there in pain helpless to stop her torment. The hating tickling slowly became a love for it. I was so helpless and I never wanted that feeling to end.
I like your very effective description of how one can go from hating to loving being tickled.