Wo|f : 01 - Tickling by/with cousins (mf/f, ff/m)
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By Wo|f
Tuesday, July 3rd 2001 - 10:46:03 AM
Tickling by/with cousins
Well, this is my first post but here goes...
Last year at Thanksgiving I went with my dad's side to his brother's house in upstate NY (Rochester). I've gone there to visit them and my cousins (Margaret - 17 and Melissa - 15?) on several occasions... This year, however, me and the girls got to be more alone and I was not asked so many "aunt/uncle type questions" - thus we went to their room.
When we got up there (it's a loft with both of their beds and 1 bath) we began to watch the movie Lake Placid. During the movie it shows a cow being suspended from a harness by a helicopter. Well, this sparked a conversation about Margaret hanging Melissa like that and how Melissa would just get out...though this ended with a challenge by Melissa to have Margaret try (of course) heh.
Anyway, we ended up tying her hands to the headboard of her bed and her bare feet to the other end (both were wearing pants and long sleeve shirts and both were barefoot all week) We then tied her waist to the bed by using ropes that went under the bed. We then closed their door (heh - stupid parents would obviously disagree on this activity -- especially for cousins).
Anyway, we proceeded to gag Melissa with a flannel pillow case and then some duct tape. She then began her struggle...all the while we began thinking of how vulnerable she was... we began to tickle her sides and feet (when I touched her feet with a finger she SCREAMED louder than I thought possible - I just did it more heheH)
Well, after a while she got out and the parents left to a movie ( I think) Margaret hated to be tied up so she was out of the question as the next prisoner - so then - they both looked at me...I slowly began to back up and toward the door.
"Oh no, don't even..."
However, Margaret being pretty strong - but attractive (I KNOW SHE'S MY COUSIN!
did put forth much effort, using Melissa to tackle me and hold me down. Now my uncle was an officer with the local law so they had the normal hand cuff AND somehow they acquired those big cuffs used on people's ankles...I don't know how but anyway...
They were already in their room (HMMMM) and ready to go. They turned me on my stomach and began the process. I desperately tried to escape, knowing their plans as this is not the first time, the only thing I managed to do was tickle Margaret's foot once, she yelped and just yanked me around harder. At this point my hands and feet were locked up and (they crossed the chains together to make a loose hogtie) and I was feeling pretty helpless.
Then, Margaret, to my demise, took out some string and a small amount of green parachute cord. She proceeded to use the parachute cord to make a very strict hogtie (I could not move...at all!) and then the string to tie my toes back to the cuffs. I knew what was coming as they loved to do this. First though they showed me a new fiendish prize they had received. It was a VERY large, VERY stiff looking turkey feather..."DON'T you DARE!" I said (*laughs from them*)
I can only remember thinking how cool this would've been if they weren't just my cousins ... heheh. Then it started. Melissa began going all up and down my sides and stomach with her hands while Margaret used the feather and her hands ALL over my feet. She went and did circles at the bottom of my toes while going up and down the sides of my soles with her fingers. She also used a pen all over both my feet and drew little pictures of me getting tickled (I had to wear socks the rest of the week so noone would know) , then went back to using both hands on one foot at a time.(I was wearing green cargo pants, a short sleeve polo shirt and since they had restrained me they had taken off my socks) This relentless torture went of for at least 2 hours I swear. (Good thing I was on my stomach - heh - I think they knew about this though...) Anyway, I finally was able to rest for a while still totally immobile.
They still tickled me for a few minutes here and there off and on (especially on my sz 10 bare feet). They then put in a movie (I don't even remember what because I was struggling so much. (Oh by the way they slapped 2 pieces of duct tape on as a gag ( I don't know why but I couldn't get it off! - thus it worked.) Anywho, the parents wouldn't be home to late so I was spending the night anyway. (I was 16 when this happened - and still am...) Well, they finally took off the string and cord - still torturing me all the way through until all they left on was the ankle shackles.
The took the one off my right foot and locked it around the bed frame so it couldn't be slipped off... They said it was so "The prisoner couldn't escape." heh... Anyway, I slept like that, on the floor chained to their bed like their pet wolf errr dog...(they call me wolf in RL and often tease me in any way possible because I like the name) So then we awoke without the parents knowing and I was finally released. I promised to get back at them sometime this week.
Unfortunately the chance never arrived but I will be going back with this year or next so keep watching for those updates Also, I have other stories just give me time to organize them
Wo|f
timberwolfx@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/tymberwolves
US
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01 - Tickling by/with cousins
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By Wo|f
Tuesday, July 3rd 2001 - 10:46:03 AM
Tickling by/with cousins
Well, this is my first post but here goes...
Last year at Thanksgiving I went with my dad's side to his brother's house in upstate NY (Rochester). I've gone there to visit them and my cousins (Margaret - 17 and Melissa - 15?) on several occasions... This year, however, me and the girls got to be more alone and I was not asked so many "aunt/uncle type questions" - thus we went to their room.
When we got up there (it's a loft with both of their beds and 1 bath) we began to watch the movie Lake Placid. During the movie it shows a cow being suspended from a harness by a helicopter. Well, this sparked a conversation about Margaret hanging Melissa like that and how Melissa would just get out...though this ended with a challenge by Melissa to have Margaret try (of course) heh.
Anyway, we ended up tying her hands to the headboard of her bed and her bare feet to the other end (both were wearing pants and long sleeve shirts and both were barefoot all week) We then tied her waist to the bed by using ropes that went under the bed. We then closed their door (heh - stupid parents would obviously disagree on this activity -- especially for cousins).
Anyway, we proceeded to gag Melissa with a flannel pillow case and then some duct tape. She then began her struggle...all the while we began thinking of how vulnerable she was... we began to tickle her sides and feet (when I touched her feet with a finger she SCREAMED louder than I thought possible - I just did it more heheH)
Well, after a while she got out and the parents left to a movie ( I think) Margaret hated to be tied up so she was out of the question as the next prisoner - so then - they both looked at me...I slowly began to back up and toward the door.
"Oh no, don't even..."
However, Margaret being pretty strong - but attractive (I KNOW SHE'S MY COUSIN!
did put forth much effort, using Melissa to tackle me and hold me down. Now my uncle was an officer with the local law so they had the normal hand cuff AND somehow they acquired those big cuffs used on people's ankles...I don't know how but anyway...They were already in their room (HMMMM) and ready to go. They turned me on my stomach and began the process. I desperately tried to escape, knowing their plans as this is not the first time, the only thing I managed to do was tickle Margaret's foot once, she yelped and just yanked me around harder. At this point my hands and feet were locked up and (they crossed the chains together to make a loose hogtie) and I was feeling pretty helpless.
Then, Margaret, to my demise, took out some string and a small amount of green parachute cord. She proceeded to use the parachute cord to make a very strict hogtie (I could not move...at all!) and then the string to tie my toes back to the cuffs. I knew what was coming as they loved to do this. First though they showed me a new fiendish prize they had received. It was a VERY large, VERY stiff looking turkey feather..."DON'T you DARE!" I said (*laughs from them*)
I can only remember thinking how cool this would've been if they weren't just my cousins ... heheh. Then it started. Melissa began going all up and down my sides and stomach with her hands while Margaret used the feather and her hands ALL over my feet. She went and did circles at the bottom of my toes while going up and down the sides of my soles with her fingers. She also used a pen all over both my feet and drew little pictures of me getting tickled (I had to wear socks the rest of the week so noone would know) , then went back to using both hands on one foot at a time.(I was wearing green cargo pants, a short sleeve polo shirt and since they had restrained me they had taken off my socks) This relentless torture went of for at least 2 hours I swear. (Good thing I was on my stomach - heh - I think they knew about this though...) Anyway, I finally was able to rest for a while still totally immobile.
They still tickled me for a few minutes here and there off and on (especially on my sz 10 bare feet). They then put in a movie (I don't even remember what because I was struggling so much. (Oh by the way they slapped 2 pieces of duct tape on as a gag ( I don't know why but I couldn't get it off! - thus it worked.) Anywho, the parents wouldn't be home to late so I was spending the night anyway. (I was 16 when this happened - and still am...) Well, they finally took off the string and cord - still torturing me all the way through until all they left on was the ankle shackles.
The took the one off my right foot and locked it around the bed frame so it couldn't be slipped off... They said it was so "The prisoner couldn't escape." heh... Anyway, I slept like that, on the floor chained to their bed like their pet wolf errr dog...(they call me wolf in RL and often tease me in any way possible because I like the name) So then we awoke without the parents knowing and I was finally released. I promised to get back at them sometime this week.
Unfortunately the chance never arrived but I will be going back with this year or next so keep watching for those updates
Also, I have other stories just give me time to organize them Wo|f
timberwolfx@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/tymberwolves
US
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