08 - My Babysitter Michelle's Revenge
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By Anomalee
Friday, May 21st 2004 - 02:50:19 PM
My babysitter Michelle's revenge pt 1
Upon awakening, i realised quickly that i was screwed. I awoke to the sensation of something being put on my wrist and found Michelle was beside me on my bed. She had just zipped a cuff around my left wrist and was beginning to pull it towards the far corner of my bedpost. I discovered instantly my other arm was already secure to the opposite post by her other pair of handcuffs, as i attempted to use it to stop her.
"Hey! Wait!", i stammered, still groggy from sleep but adrenaline was kicking in.
She just giggled at me, her hair was loose and hanging down. She was dressed in a cotton tank top that she cut off half way up her beautiful stomach, showing her cute bellybutton off. She had on pj shorts and was barefoot, showing again her gorgeous legs and feet.
I struggled as hard as i could, but she had two hands to pull on the cuff, and being on my back, she had the total weight advantage, putting all shy of 90lbs into it the cuff zipped around the bedpost and my arms were secured.
She pulled the covers off the bed and grabbed the cotton bathrobe ropes off my night table.
"Michelle wait! what are you doing?! i'm sorry about last night, wait!"
She just laughed at me evilly and jumped on me pinning my legs. She then tied the belts around each of my ankles.
"Michelle please!" i pleaded. I was getting scared, i had tickle tortured her viciously and this was going to be revenge i knew, and it wasn't going to be merciful.
She pulled my ankles, stretching me taught down the bed. I felt my hands snug against the cuffs, as they were pulled out without slack.
Despite all the strength i could muster, she pulled the first belt thus my leg tight to the corner of my bed and quickly wrapped it around once, to prevent me from pulling on it any and getting slack, then tied it to the post in a unflinching knot.
My next leg followed and i started to really recognize my precarious situation, seeing my bare foot stretching down the bed towards her and soon secured.
I felt some embarrassment along with my fear, for i was only wearing pj pants, my feet bare, and my torso and arms totally exposed and now stretched out before Michelle.
Only able to move my head, i looked to each outstretched arm immobilized. I wasn't getting out of this. I looked down at my taut outstretched body, realised i was helpless.
"Michelle! Please! No! Mercy please!" i pleaded, true fear in my voice to my embarrassment. She was climbing on the bed from the end, with an evil smile, crawling like a cat. I remembered the last time she got revenge on me, it was hell. This time she was probably even more mad that i had not learned my lesson. She stopped straddling my waist, hands on hips, tipped with those evil long nails, tools of tickle torture.
"Michelle what are you doing! please, mercy!"
Then with her face totally serious, with a vengeful look in her eyes, she said sternly, "I'm going to tickle you Lee, I'm going to tickle you out of your mind, without mercy, i'm going to do what you did to me times three"
I was terrified,
Part 2 coming soon
anomalee
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Saturday, May 22nd 2004 - 02:14:53 PM
Michelles revenge pt 2
There i was age 10, tight hopelessly spreadeagle to my bed, pulled completely taut and immobilized, my major crush and 14 year old babysitter strattling my waist.
"Michelle! Please i'm sorry, mercy please!" i pleaded. I was scared, she wasn't just going to tickle me, but she was going to tickle me till i couldn't take it, then probably keep tickling, and i couldn't do anything about it.
She ignored me and her stern face changed to playful, with a big smile and an evil look in her eyes she began the teasing.
"I'm going to tickle you lee..." she sang, her fingers tickling air inches over my sensitive pulled taut bare stomach.
"NO!" i said, starting to giggle, trying to pull free hopelessly from my bonds, but i couldn't budge, let alone escape.
"I'm going to tickle you Lee!..." she sang, and on the word tickle her nails connected dancing lightly and quickly moving in circles up and down my stomach. The laughter exploded out of me, my tickle torture had begun.
"Tickletickletickle!" she said in a 'i'm gonna get you' tone, and her fingers continued and continued up and down my stomach, one concentrating around my navel as the other circled covered every inch of my stomach moving constantly.
"NO!-AH!-ahh!" i tried to protest, but it tickled SOOOO much, laughter was the only sound i could make.
"Tickletickletickletickle" she sang, and she wouldn't relent. She kept tickling and tickling my stomach. My muscles where already tired from struggling against my bonds, but i couldn't help the reflexive struggle, couldn't help but laugh madly. I look at her wide-eyed trying to plead, she just looked at my helpless stretched out body before her and tickled and tickled.
Her hands kept changing patterns, moving back and forth, up and down, concentrating on an area, never leaving my stomach or navel.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" she sang. She must have been tickling me for over 5 minutes at this point, the more she tickled, the more ticklish i became. I COULDN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE! My head whipped side to side up and down, my eyes wide in fear and desperation for i didn't know how much longer she'd torture me. My mom wouldn't be home for ten hours, she said times 3 what i did and i tickled her good.
I closed my eyes to try to block it out, but not being able to see made it tickle even more. My mind scrambled, I had to get free, had to stop the tickle assault. I couldn't! I wanted to yell for help but i could only laugh.
"Tickle tickle tickle, Lee's so ticklish! aren't you Lee! Tickle tickle tickle!" she teased and was laughing at me.
I was sweating a lot now, and tears were forming in my eyes. She stopped for a split second, hands hovering above my stomach. I could do nothing but catch my breath.
"Tickletickletickletickle!", she sang and her hands were back, fast and light, never stopping. They went up my stomach and chest to my neck. I tried to dig in my chin in defense, making my laughing sound all funny.
She stopped for a second. "MERCY!" I managed to scream, my voice full of terror. I couldn't take it, she had to stop, god it tickled so much.
She laughed at me, "No mercy! I'm going to tickle you aaaaall day! and you can't stop me". During the aaaall, it was hard to hear the rest over my laughter, her fingers tickling me all over, one tormenting hand went up and down each outstretched arm, down across my armpits, down my ribs and sides, then up my stomach and chest and up again, then down again, then up, over and over. "Tickle tickle tickle!" she sang.
I was screeching like a girl to Michelle's amusement. I was covered in sweat, my hair matted, tears pouring, it was enough! She got her revenge! She had to stop, had to!! I was soo scared, I had woken up to this, didn't even have time to think of it for hours, to get obsessed and even want it. But she didn't stop. Down my arms, across my armpits, ribs, stomach, chest, arms, she tickled and tickled, keeping one hand tormenting my bare torso. She'd reach back and tickle my leg and squeeze my knee, changing hands back and forth, always a hand on me, always tickling.
"Tickle tickle!" she sang, "Revenge is a bitch isn't it lee!" she laughed. I had a hard time understanding her, i was nearly out of my mind at this point. I was in a panic, needed to escape, couldn't take it anymore! Wanted somebody to come and stop her, but no one would, she just kept tickling and tickling.
I swear she did this for an hour, but i had no sense of time, just the tickling, helplessly laughing my head off.
She stopped for a moment, turning around and straddling my legs.
"STOP! PLEASE! GOD! HELP!" i stammered, so out of my mind i couldn't form a sentence, my panic getting worse as she was hovering over my feet. So out of my mind i couldn't even enjoy the sight of Michelle's bare lower back, and bare soles on either side of my legs.
"Say mercy!" she said, looking back over her shoulder, her arms stretched before each of my bare immobile feet, those wicked nails nearly touching.
"MER-!!AHHH!AHHH!AHHH!" She didn't let me get it out, her fingers moving with a fury, on on each bare foot. My laughter sounded just like girly screaming at this point. My soft and sensitive 10 year old feet were now her focus, and she tickled and tickled, fingers super fast up and down, from heel to toes, changing patterns to circles, going up one side and down the other, focusing in certain area's, my arch, my heel, my toes, moving one hand over to one and tickling every inch front and back, holding my foot totally still and super focusing on an area.
"Tickle tickle!" I heard her sing, but barely. My screaming was loud and in human, my mind focused, but barely, only on the thought 'please god make her stop,' 'please!!"
"Tickle tickle tickle!" she sang. My prayers went un answered. I have no idea how long she tickled my helpless feet, I do know it was long enough to totally break me. I nearly thought hateful thoughts of Michelle, wanted my mom to come home now and stop her, even though it would be an end to ever getting to see Michelle probably, anything but the tickling!
But she stopped. I could only catch my breath as she turned around straddling my waist. I flinched as her hand came up to wipe my hair from my brow, then wipe the tears and sweat from my face with my pillow case.
I realised i was crying between breaths, and slowly started to calm from near madness to terrified panic.
Michelle straddling my waist, had her hands on her sides, and the same smile, and same evil look in her eyes, that was the power i felt over her when she was at my mercy. I could see it in her eyes.
"Mercy!" i said sobbing, and her face went more normal and she wiped the sweat from my face again.
She reached over looking at my alarm clock.
"I figure you tortured me for about an hour, its been about two so far"
I didn't speak, afraid. I listened obediently, breath nearly caught. I stopped sobbing and my muscles were totally exhausted.
She gave me one of her gorgeous crooked smiles, and with evil in her eyes said, "what's one times three?"
I nearly calmed down, thought it was over, but the terror returned. Michelle the tickle terror, lunging her hands forward into my immobile bare armpits, her nails danced maliciously, and i was back again to laughing and screaming. NO!!! i thought, laughing to hard and too exhausted to try to scream it.
I was back to mentally begging god, my mom, anyone to stop her, another hour!! This was already even worse than the last time she truly tickle tortured me, and she wasn't going to stop.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" she sang, she was focusing on my armpits, drawing her nails up and down, then quick tickling circles and patterns. My arms were to weak to pull down to protect my armpits, not that they'd move from the cuffs.
She tickled and tickled and didn't stop. Occasionally one hand would leave and have a torture journey across my sides, ribs, stomach, chest and arms, but my armpits took 99% of her focus. I was looking at Michelle in sheer terror, hovering over me. I couldn't even admire her as i normally did, couldn't appreciate her bare arms, legs, feet, and stomach. She was a monster in my mind at that time, someone causing me endless merciless torment that i couldn't stop.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" and she wouldn't stop. Towards the end, I wasn't in panic mode anymore, my brain released something or did something that calmed me. I was still super ticklish and laughing and feeling every bit of the sensation, but that's all there was, no Michelle, no fear, no nothing. Just the sensation of being tickled. I wasn't even crying when i realised she had stopped.
My eyes half open from exhaustion, my body totally limp, hanging from my bindings. I was covered in sweat, my face stinging with tears. Michelle climbed off and cuddled next to me, giving me a hug.
"Revenge is payed," she said. I could do nothing but try to catch my breath.
She freshened up and came back, standing over me looking at my stretched out helpless form.
"How about another hour?" she asked. My eyes wide with the terror that poured through every vein suddenly. "Just kidding," she said luckily, as she began untying me.
anomalee
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Anomalee's stories
- 01 - First Time Tied by Michelle (f/m)
- 02 - Second time she tied me up (f/m)
- 03 - Third time's the charm (f/m)
- 04 - Fourth time : finally, her turn! (ff/m, m/f)
- 05 - Fifth time : Michelle doesn't get mad, she gets even! (f/m)
- 06 - Story six : "Hanging" out with Michelle (f/m)
- 07 - Babysitter Tie Up Games (m/f)
- 08 - My Babysitter Michelle's Revenge (f/m)
- 09 - Michelle's House (m/f, mf/f)
- 10 - Michelle's House Day 2 (f/fm, m/f, ff/m)
- 11 - Michelle and her Sister Come Over (ff/m)
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