10 - Michelle's House Day 2
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By Anomalee
Tuesday, July 27th 2004 - 01:20:15 PM
Michelle's house Day 2 pt 1
The previous night Michelle had tied herself up and i tickle-tortured the hell out of her. Her sister Alison woke up and joined in the fun. I broke the rule Michelle had set and didn't untie her when told. Alison also betrayed her sister's trust but did eventually untie her once i wasn't around. Luckily that night Michelle was to tired for revenge. Turns out we had been tickle-torturing her for quite some time, i sort of lost track in the fun of it all.
During the night i got to sleep in Michelle's parents room. Their bed was so HUGE to me! Knowing i had angered Michelle, i couldn't sleep until i had set up some hangers on the door, so the noise would wake me. After all last time i incured her wrath i woke up to being tied spread-eagle to my bed and tickle-tortured worse than ever in my life. She showed no mercy for three hours and it was totally non-consensual way before the end, i was crying and broken.
So i feared Michelle's revenge.
Being a deep sleeper i awoke with a slight panic, wondering if i could sleep though a bunch of falling hangers, but i was safe, and the door was still closed.
If Michelle was mad, you couldn't tell. In the morning she put on the radio and was dancing around in the kitchen while making us a big breakfast of toast, sausages, bacon and eggs. She had even given me a hug with a "morning kiddo".
My mom was to pick me up around 3pm or such. This no doubt meant Michelle couldn't get revenge on me. It was confirmed after breakfast and cartoon watching that it wouldn't happen for Michelle's friend Shelly came over and started hanging out. I didn't like Shelly, she took my 'me and Michelle' time away.
I then just hung out with Alison, which was kind of fun, but her being 8 me 10, and her a girl, gave us little in common, so we just watched the rest of the matrix together in the basement (i was surprised she was allowed to watch it with all the shooting and such, i really wished my mom wasn't so strict). I noted that the ropes and cuffs where gone from the couch vicinity. I remembered Michelle stretched out across it in a bikini, all mine at my mercy and got a shiver.
Michelle made lunch, which this time i helped, getting a hug out of it luckily. During the hug i was thinking how it sucked that i had to go home. Despite the fear of tickle-torture revenge, there was a part of me that couldn't help wanting to be tied up and at Michelle's mercy, a desire that out weighed even my terror of the torture i could receive, at least until i was restrained helplessly before her, but then it was too late anyway.
So it was hotdogs, potato salad, and coleslaw if i remember right. I helped Michelle cook and Shelly and Alison talked in the living room.
I kept throwing glances Michelle's way when i didn't think she was looking, and we exchanged some quick tickles.
After lunch Michelle helped Shelly with homework, me and Alison retired to the basement and watched tv (they had satellite!). We talked some and had some minor tickle fights, which being older and stronger i kicked her little butt.
At 2 my mom called to see if i was ready...damn it.
But Michelle asked me if i wanted to stay tonight as well!! Since her parents would be gone all weekend this would be great, i told my mom i wanted to stay and hang out with Alison, and surprisingly she was quick to be ok with it. Afterall my babysitter Michelle would be there, it was funny that she was the actual reason i wanted to stay.
Tonight was gonna be great!
pt2 soon
anomalee
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Tuesday, August 3rd 2004 - 03:05:25 PM
Michelle's house day 2 pt 2
So i was allowed to stay the night again!
Shelly had to leave at dinner time luckily, so it was just me and my wonderful Michelle, oh and her sister, who normally would be an irritation factor, but she didn't get in the way of me and Michelle's tie up games, in fact she was a part of it. I still had jealousy, but was fighting to get over it.
I think we had ordered in Chinese food for dinner. After eating we retired to the living room to watch tv (smaller and inferior to the huge nice one in the basement), we where planning on going swimming and had to take 10 minutes or so to avoid cramps.
The three of us shared a small tickle fight on the couch, but it didn't get out of hand. Soon it was time to go swimming.
Putting on my trunks in the bathroom, i regretted taking out the drawstring. I should have found something else, they where hanging low on my hips. No diving for me else i loose them! I took my time changing, timing it for Michelle to come out of her bedroom at the same time.
And there she was! Again in that little black bikini, and there i was staring like an idiot again, that smooth pale skin, those feet, those legs, hips, belly and navel, ribs, slender arms, collar bones, that face, that face giggling at me as i gawked, she was so beautiful.
Alison came out then in a pink two piece bathing suit and we raced off to the pool. I won, being first to the pool, despite having to hold my falling trunks with one hand and i cannon-balled right in. We had water fights and wrestled, we also tossed around a big ball, but our fun was cut short with rain and thunder.
We all ran to the house drying off just outside. Shaking the towel through my hair, my arms up i felt nails give my armpits a quick tickle and a let out a nearly girlish squeal. I glared at Michelle, trying to make it seem like it bugged me, but any touch from her was great to me. She just laughed at me.
Now dry, and still in our swim suits, luckily for all that exposed Michelle skin was a pleasure to my eyes, Alison said, "Lets play a game!". She was over by the stack of board games in the living room, biting her lip trying to decide which she wanted.
"Ok guys, head to my room, i have a game," Michelle suggested. While cleaning the dinner dishes, Alison responded, "ok," casually and skipped up to Michelle's room. I was a bit more hesitant, we had tickle tortured Michelle and not untied her when told. If she wanted revenge this would probably be it, and revenge from Michelle was truly terrifying.
I helped Michelle dry the dishes which got me a hug.
"Michelle...you're not mad about last night are you?" i asked nervously, afraid to head to her room and face torture.
"A little bit kiddo, you know you are supposed to untie me when i tell you to," she responded, but there didn't seem to be any anger what-so-ever, just that cute crooked smile.
"Please don't get revenge," i pleaded, with authentic fear of her. I knew if she put her mind to getting me tied up, i couldn't stop her, then while tied up i was at her mercy, and when she was getting revenge, there was NO mercy.
She giggled at me, "You afraid of a five foot tall girl?" she asked.
Five foot or not, she was still taller, stronger, and faster than me, but i had an ego after all.
"Hell no!" i responded, trying to sound big and tough, but it all crumbled as i humbly asked, "You're not going to get revenge are you?". With the question i debated calling my mom and heading home anyway, being tied and tickled by Michelle was one thing, but her going all out for an extended period of time quickly became not fun but sheer torture.
"Well, here's the deal kid," she said, and was laughing as she said it, my fear of her seemed to amuse her greatly. "You do as i say and i'll take it easy on you, now head up to my room".
Still afraid, but not wanting to NOT do what she said i jaunted upstairs.
Alison was on Michelle's bed, which was made this time, laying on her stomach her feet rocking in the air behind her. I sat next to her and we chatted a bit, i was babbling and not shutting up actually, i was very nervous and full of anticipation.
Michelle entered speaking as she did, i found myself gazing at her bellybutton as she spoke, i loved her body so much, and was too young to even really appreciate it.
"Ok kids, we're gonna play escape," she said going to her dresser and underneath the piles of folded pants she pulled out a box.
I looked to Alison, she seemed as lost as me to what 'escape' was, but it seemed kind of obvious, until she pulled out her two sets of handcuffs from the box, there was no escape from those! I knew it.
I did note a little book, probably her diary and a few other things in the box, none as interesting as the fuzzy cuffs though.
"You guys lay on each side of the bed and put your hands through the rails", she instructed.
Alison, giggling, complied, getting on her back on her side of the bed and raising her arms above her head, hands through the rails. She seemed to really be into tie up games. I hesitated looking at Michelle and the cuffs with obvious fear. I was about to stammer some sort of plea but Michelle spoke first.
"I said i'd take it easy on you, IF you do as i say". She had that crooked smile and an authoritative evil look in her eyes.
I moved, nearly too quickly out of nervousness, laying opposite Alison and raising my arms above my head.
Michelle straddled me and raised the first pair of cuffs i'd been introduced to towards my wrists. Her straddling me in a bikini, feeling those cuffs clicking around one wrist then the other, securing them to the rail, made me dizzy, despite my huge fear of tickle torture revenge, i loved being tied up and at Michelle's mercy.
She climbed off me and straddled her sister, zipping the other pair of cuffs around her little wrists. I think she clicked them to the very last teeth of the cuffs, and it worked for as she climbed off, a giggling Alison struggled and couldn't get free from the cuffs or rail. At the same time i too struggled and began to feel my true helplessness. The way the rails where set up, with many cross bars webbing the main rails, there was no movement. My arms restrained above my head made the fact that i was only in loose swimming trunks a high point of focus and i felt a bit embarassed.
Michelle had left the room. Me and Alison looked at each other trying to get free. She was giggling and having a great time. I chuckled, half fun, half afraid. Why was it called escape if we couldn't possibly get free?
Michelle returned with two belts from bath robes, a familiar bondage tool to us and started tying my ankles first. First together, then she pulled me, stretching me taut, and secured the end to the rail at the end of the bed. I was barely aware of her doing the same to little Alison, i was breathing heavy, i couldn't move at all. My mostly bare body stretched immobile at a possibly vengeful Michelle's mercy. I tried to struggle and get free. If i was supposed to escape, i had to figure out how. I pulled and pulled at the cuffs, all my stretched out muscles tensing. In a way i was truly trying to get free, to escape. I was getting terrified that Michelle was just going to tickle the hell out of me anyway.
Michelle was standing at the end of the bed, arms crossed enjoying her handy work. I looked over at Alison who was stretched out, even tighter than me if that was possible. She was still giggling as she struggled uselessly. If not for her tensing stomach muscles and her wiggling hands you wouldn't even know she was trying to get out. I realised i must have looked the same, truly immobile and helpless, and very nervous that Michelle was at the end of the bed near my ticklish bare feet.
I giggled a bit out of nervousness.
"Ok Ali, Lee, here's how it works," she was saying. I cringed as she walked by my helpless body. She walked to her dresser and drew out the handcuff keys. "I'm going to give each of you the key to your handcuffs, who ever gets out first gets to grab the key from the other, and then tickle the heck out of them!" she said with a big smile. Alison let out a little sqeeek from her giggling at the word tickle. I realised she said 'heck', probably cause Alison, she did swear in front of me, her being 8, me 10 may have been the difference, but i felt my ego swell a bit, thinking it was cause Michelle was more comfortable with me or something.
But i had to get focused. I had taught Alison how to properly tickle the hell out of someone, and she had practiced on Michelle, and i could tell from it she was tickling very well. Also i had to escape first! I couldn't be beat by an eight year old girl, the embarrassment being amplified by her being allowed to make me squeel like a girl and me being helpless against it.
Michelle crawled between us, which gave me a shiver of fear as she passed over me. She placed a key in each of our hands at the same time and climbed off the end of the bed, arms crossed, crooked smile on face.
"You guys are lucky, i was going to tickle your feet as you tried to escape, but knowing how ticklish you guys are, you'd not have a chance"
I nearly dropped the damn thing! I took a second to take some deep breaths and concentrate, the sound of Alison clinking metal against metal made me nervous.
For anyone who hasn't been pulled taut across a bed and handcuffed there, i'll have you know, getting out isn't that easy. I couldn't see what i was doing and had to feel around for the key hole, which eventually i did. Luckily Michelle had intentionally put the key holes outward towards our hands, otherwise i would have never gotten to it, but i did. Finding the hole i struggled to put the key in proper. I nearly dropped the key again when i heard a clink noise next to me. I looked over afraid that Alison had gotten free. She and Michelle did also play tie up games after all, mabye she was good at getting free!
But luck was all mine! She fumbled and dropped her key!
"Michelle! i dropped it", she called out. Struggling to look up at her sister, Michelle didn't move. It was obvious that dropping the key was failure. I wondered now if i dropped my key what would happen. I figured Michelle would just tickle torture the both of us herself, the thought of that nearly made me drop the key, subconsciously on purpose.
But i was too afraid of revenge, click! I got it in and struggled to get the cuff open. It took a little bit, but my hand was free! Because of the way the rail was, i couldn't pull my other hand through with the cuff still on it, so i worked away at the other cuff as Alison continued obliviously to get Michelle to get her the key.
Click and i was free. I pulled my arm through, dropping the cuffs on the other side of the rail. I leaned up quickly to untie my ankles in case Michelle changed her mind and just tied me back up, which i thought she would as she leaned forward, but she just messed my hair.
"Good job kiddo, you won, i'm going to make some popcorn and set up a movie in the basement, give her a good tickle!", she said, heading out the room, and Alison began giggling louder and struggling uselessly against her bonds.
Now free and sitting next to Alison on the bed, i looked at her little helpless and taut body before me, her bathing suit left her feet, legs, midriff, armpits and arms fully exposed and ready for the tickling, watching her giggling in anticipation and trying to escape uselessly i thought for a bit. It wasn't that great really, if there was anyone i wanted at my mercy it was Michelle. I had tickle tortured my friend's little sister, but it was just to fill my tickle addiction for those eternities between babysittings by Michelle, and i always just pictured Michelle while i did it, but this was different. This was Alison. I had never had my friends sister this helpless before me, never been able to really give her a good prolonged tickle torture. I looked at her giggling, looking up to her cuffs trying to figure a way out of them. She was at my mercy and there was no escape. Michelle wanted me to tickle her so nobody would stop me. Ah the power... and the power trip started kicking in. Sure it wasn't Michelle, but i was kind of taking a shine to the kid, she was very ticklish, the three of us seemed to be very ticklish. Of course me and Alison where kids and kids are always very ticklish, but Michelle even at 14 was hyper ticklish.
So helpless immobile ticklish Alison was stretched out before me. Unlike Michelle she couldn't even have the strength and skill to tie me up and get revenge on me. I was quickly getting mad with power. I didn't envy Alison at this moment, but i didn't feel pity or mercy either in my power trip.
I straddled her waist, her little torso pulled out helpless before me. She stopped giggling, her lips tight as if holding it all in, her eyes big with anticipation. "Kitchy kitchy kitchy," i said to her. I had a big smile and was getting into it, my hands tickling air over her immobile little belly. This made her burst out laughing. "Kitchy kitchy, are you ticklish Alison?", i asked, tickling air above her taut bare arms and armpits. She couldn't respond, just laughing, laughing as if i was actually tickling her. "I'm gonna tickle you!!". I sang the 'youuu', my tickle motion wiggling fingers going up in to the air and stopping just a inch from her tummy. She let out a squeek as i did this, and again as i did it again. "I'm gonna tickle youuu!", and again, it was making me laugh, the anticipation was killing her and making her react as if already tickled, but i soon heard the difference in her laughter as after ten times of taunting, the tenth time, "I'm going to tickle youuuu!" I made contact and went full force, very light and super fast i moved my fingers and hands in a tickling fury. My fingers tickled her stretched out belly and she began squeeling. I was laughing as well and kept tickling and tickling, my fingers ever moving i was moving my hands in a pattern on her belly, one hand attacking the top of her belly, the other the bottom around her belly button, but not staying for a split second switching hands back and forth, never leaving her belly. "Tickle tickle! what's so funny Alison? Tickle tickle! i'll stop if you quit laughing! tickle tickle! you obviously like it cause you're laughing! tickle tickle tickle!" i taunted. I did this for over two minutes straight, and she was going bonkers! And suddenly i stopped to give her a breather, i nearly lost myself in my power trip, i had to remember she was just a kid, not that i ever thought that of myself as a kid as Michelle tortured me out of my mind. It took her a bit to catch her breath, Michelle was still off. "Uncle!" Alison said as she caught her breath, her eyes where a bit desperate but she was giggling again a bit quite aware she was at my tickle mercy, i obviously got her good.
But a breather was one thing, my power high was greater, there'd be no mercy yet. "Did you say tickle?" i asked her my hands tickling air above her again causing her to squeel.
"No! Uncle! Mercy!" she blurted between helpless giggles.
"Tickle tickle tickle!" was my response and i played her like a laugh-squeeling instrument. My tickling fingers danced from her hips up her sides to her armpits, stopped there for a moment, then tickled up her immobile little arms, then down to her hips, then back up, always giving her armpits a moment of tickles as i tickled up and down her. After a minute, she was screaming madly, tears streaming and head bashing around. I guess when in the throes of tickle torture we all eventually become the same helpless screetching mess.
I decided to add her belly to my tickling journey and spent a longer moments when visiting her armpits with tickling, this was great! It wasn't Michelle, which would have been better, but it i was still having a truly fun time tickling the hell out of her.
"Tickle tickle! say mercy and i'll stop! tickle tickle!" i taunted. It was obvious she couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but screetch as i tickled and tickled.
I stopped suddenly and climbed off her. Her eyes where clenched tight and they burst open looking around for her tormentor. I crawed to the end of the bed sitting with her tiny smooth bare feet restrained right before me, fighting to catch her breath she pleaded winded "Mercy! Stop! Michelle! Help!". I sat there smiling, i was debating stopping, i didn't want the kid to not like me anymore, especially cause it may make Michelle possibly not like me anymore, but she had said to tickle the heck out of her, to my powerhungry 10 year old brain i hadn't even started to tickle the heck out of her, and her feet couldn't be excluded in this torture.
"Are you ok?" i asked her. She was starting to calm, i think she thought i was stopping, "Yes," she lied, or so i thought she was lying, that was quite the tickle torture.
"Do you want me to untie you now?" i asked.
She smiled at me and nodded yes. Big mistake, i thought she was mad at me, but she seemed to be a good sport about the whole thing. Power hungry i nearly wanted her mad, i wanted to break her. Cruelly i reached at the knot by her ankles and heard her make a little sigh of relief. The sigh bursted into explosive screeching as my fingers went to work on her helpless bare feet, one hand on each tiny foot, my fingers moved super fast up and down, from toes to heels, up and down, up and down.
"Tickle tickle tickle! i'm getting your feet! tickle tickle tickle!" I taunted, and didn't relent. I once again didn't envy her at this time, i wasn't just kind of tickling her, little pokes, a stroke, a grab and tickle here and there, i was in full tickle assault mode, tickling very fast and constant. I wondered if Michelle got her this bad. I wondered how much mercy she would have shown me if she escaped first. I put it in my head she wouldn't show mercy, she would have tickled me as bad or worse than this. It fed my merciless torture and my hands moved with a fury up and down her feet. She was screaming and looked out of her mind, and i tickled and tickled, this was great! Her pulled helpless before me, unable to stop me, unable to get away, i planned on working her torso some more than heading back to her feet, then her whole body, and trying it all without a breather this time, "tickle tickle!" i taunted. She wasn't going anywhere, i was going to break her! No body could help her! I was wrong.
"Ok lee! that's enough!" I heard from the door way, there was Michelle, barefoot, pj bottoms on, but luckily only her bikini top leaving her torso nearly bare. She had a surprised kind of annoyed look and tone. I stopped instantly, Alison began catching her breath.
"Were you tickling her this whole time?" she asked me, her eyes stern but there was a hint of that crooked smile. I knew she truly liked the concept of tickle torture.
"I wasn't? I didn't? you said..." i stammered in a pathetic defence.
"It's ok, just time to stop, you always over do it you little bugger", she said shaking her head. She reached down and got the handcuff key from the floor and began uncuffing Alison. I helped by untying Alison's ankles, suddenly feeling a bit of shame and fear. I didn't think i over did it.
"Get in the basement", she said casually to me, but i could hear that hint in her voice that she had plans for me. She wanted revenge for the other night, and possibly for going to far tickling her sister, i gulped.
Pt 3 soon
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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