Fantasmia : 03 - French Lessons (F/Fm)

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03 - French Lessons
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By Fantasmia

Hope this is OK. From the old site. The boy is sixteen, the tier 19.

Postby Fantasmia » Sun Feb 19, 2012 8:01 am

I first posted the trailer in the Intimate Fictional section. tell me how you like it here?


FRENCH LESSONS

Tell me if you think this opening is too strong for the board?

French Lessons

Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror. She had a good view of her breasts as they hung down between the ropes, the ropes which bound her arms to her sides, wrapped above and below her chest and were cinched between body and limb to hold her tight. Her hands were out of sight behind her back. she did have a good view of the soles of her bare feet too which pointed straight towards the mirror at the foot of her bed. She was wearing only a navy blue nylon skirt which came to just above her knees. Her work shoes, blouse, jacket and bra were variously thrown around the floor of her bedroom. White ropes encircled her ankles and legs just below her knees and just level with the bottom of her skirt. Her lips were covered in flesh coloured medical tape and the tan tights she had been wearing at work all day filled her mouth.

She wiggled her toes which elicited a soft muffled murmur besides her. Next to her sat her son Michael wearing only a pair of black football shorts. He was tied as she was with the addition of two crosses of tape over his eyes and a strip across the top. under these were two of Rebecca's make-up pads sealing his eyes and keeping him in darkness. They were tied together at the upper arms, waists, knees, ankles and little toes. Rebecca's toe wiggling had pulled Michael back form his sensory deprivation to the real world for a moment.

Rebecca looked at her reflection and reflected on the chain of events which had got her into this situation.








It had seemed such a good idea at the time.

Michael, or mike, had been a bit of a loner after his father died. Now he had finished GCSEs he was home for long holidays. Being born in August he would actually leave school at 15, too young to get a proper job and by the time he turned 16 there would be little available and not long before he went on to college. Meanwhile the friends he had all were working during the holidays.

It was in April that Rebecca had heard about the French exchange student looking for accommodation for her year in England, working at a local college and two schools. She would be in England for one year and would be arriving before the academic year started. So Rebecca told Michael about it, who was definitely keen. “It will be good for him to have company, and female company besides his mother can't do him harm.†thought Rebecca.

And so it happened that the 19-year-old Monique arrived in early August. Mike and Monique hit it off at once and she was also very popular with Mike's friends. Mike really began to become more lively and sociable and spent lots of time showing Monique around. Then there came the wet English summer day.

Mike and Monique were lounging in the house watching a TV show, both wearing jeans and sweatshirts looking out at the rainsoaked garden whilst Mike wished he could see Monique sunbathing in her skimpy black bikini bottom (being French topless was the way to catch the sun). The adverts were coming on again when Monique put her bare left foot on Mike's knees. Mike scraped his fingers over her bare sole and she gave a little giggle before pulling her foot back. She sat back on the sofa and poked Mike in the ribs with her right foot. Mike grabbed her ankle and tickled her sole again as Monique started shrieking and pushing / kicking him with her left foot.

“Hey that hurts.†shouted Mike and jumped up. He pulled his belt out from his jeans and grabbed Monique's left foot, then her right and quickly wrapped his belt around her ankles tying them together. Mike grabbed his belt with his left hand whilst scraping his fingers over Monique's soles. Monique shrieked, wriggled and giggled, trying to pull her feet away. Mike carried on tickling her feet as Monique dissolved into a heap of laughter. She continued to wriggle in her hysterics until she slipped her left foot out. The sudden loosening of the belt meant she quickly got her right foot free and pulled away from Mikes grip. Weakened by the tickle attack she managed to summon all her energy for a lucky kick on Mike's chest. This distracted him just long enough for her to lunge forward and attack his ribs and tummy with her fingers. Mike was equally ticklish and Monique soon ended up sitting on him, pinning him to the floor and taking charge.

“You need to tie my hands if you want to stop me.†she said. Mike was suddenly surprised. he had long had a hidden love of seeing a woman tied uSoap opera or Police show kidnappings etc and here was this French girl a couple of years older than him saying he needed to tie her hands. He thought he'd chance it.

Ok. Give us your hands.

"It should be : "Give me your Hands." surely. There is only one of you." Mike cringed at being taught English grammar by a French girl. All The same Monique held out her hands and Mike wrapped his belt around several times before buckling it tightly.

Monique stood up then sat on the sofa and started to wriggle her wrists. Mike began to tickle her sides which raised a shriek. Monique tried to push him away with her elbow as she struggled and, with her feet free this time, she turned around and backed away from him.

Suddenly, after only about a minute and a half, Monique slipped her left hand out of the belt and was quickly free." Belt is OK on the feet but hands you need rope. have you got any rope?" she asked.

Mike was amazed at Monique's apparent eagerness to be tied up. He knew that there was some rope in one of the cupboards and quickly ran to fetch it. when he got back Monique held her hands out in front of her again. Mike found a piece about 18" long and wrapped the rope around Monique's wrists tying a couple of knots. He sat back to watch her struggle but again was disappointed to see that she was free in a few minutes rather than helplessly struggling in front of him.

She held the coiled rope over her head in a posture of victory. "I tie you now." She said.

Mike felt he could not really refuse, if he wanted to carry on playing "Tie up" with Monique. He held his hands out in front of him as Monique tied his wrists together. The subtle difference in her method he completely missed. As well as tying around his wrists she also cinched the rope between his wrists before pulling tight and tying off.

Mike began to struggle but found he could not wriggle free as easily as Monique had. This was very frustrating but at the same side exciting. He had always imagined himself as the tier of various pop stars, TV girls and Film actresses. And had thought of having Monique bound hand and foot and blindfolded as he tickled her silly.

He continued to struggle without making progress as Monique grinned at him. It was almost admission of defeat as he resorted to tugging at the rope with his teeth. Monique had tied the knot on the underside of his wrists but he was able to twist round so that his teeth got to it and he was able to pull at the knot. Slowly he began to get loose.

It was well over 5 minutes, closer to 10 before he had escaped. Much longer than moniques escapes. As a final smear on his escape abilities Monique said "OK but you could not do that with hands behind you." putting her hands sexily behind the small of her back as she said this, "or with what do you call it?" she made a smoothing motion over her lips with her hands, "ballioner in your mouth."

"Oh a gag." said Mike. "No." he looked somewhat dejected but thought he better make the most of it. "My turn to tie you again. Hands behind your back this time."

Monique obligingly held her hands behind her back as Mike once again wrapped rope around them, neglecting to cinch as Monique had dome. "Feet together too." he said kneeling on the floor next to her. Monique put her feet out and did nothing as Mike looped rope around them and tied the knot again. He sat back to watch Monique struggle, convinced that she would not escape now her hands were tied behind her back and amazed that she had talked about gags and tying hands behind.

Monique wriggled and struggled pulling at her wrists not seeming to Mike's eyes to make much progress. he thought it was time to show her who was boss and began to tickle her feet again.

"Noo noo noooo." Monique shrieked, rolling onto her side then her stomach, kicking her legs and wriggling. "Hahahaaaa Noooooo."

Mike was so engrossed n tickling her feet he completely failed to notice that she had pulled her hands free until she turned over, pulled her feet back and tickled him under his ribs. A minute or so of tickling as Mike was a weakened giggling wreck. Monique still had not untied her ankles as she sat on mike and said: "My turn to tie you now. Hands behind you."

Once again monique was much more effective in her tying wrapping a length of rope around his wrists with his hands held palm to palm before cinching and tying the knot inbetween his arms above the level of the binding, well away from his fingers. She then sat back and reached for her own ankles and untied them before tying Mikes ankles together, again wrapping and cinching before tying the knot carefully in front of the binding ropes.

"Off you go!" she said.

Mike began to struggle. He pulled at his wrists, rolled from side to side, rolled over onto his stomach, kicked his legs, tried to reach his hands in front of him to see what Monique had done but made no progress in getting loose. Monique sat on the sofa smiling and giggling to herself as he tossed and turned.

10 minutes later he was still as securely tied as when Monique had finished the last knot when she got off the sofa and knelt besides him. "I will make this more interesting." she said. Reaching for his ankles her fingers went inside the top of his left sock and pulled it off. the right sock followed straight after. at this point her beautifully manicured nails began to stroke his bare vulnerable soles. Mike could not control himself. He screamed. He wriggled and pulled, and tugged and squirmed and laughed but mostly he screamed. his feet were hopelessly ticklish and the was nothing he could do to stop Monique's fingers.

He lay gasping for breath when she stopped and said "you need to be quiet." It was an ominous thing to say and Mike had a good idea what was coming next. He had gagged himself before with a piece of tape but was not ready for what happened next. Monique picked up his socks which she had removed earlier and pushed one into his mouth tying it in place with a short piece of rope and using the other sock to cushion the knot behind his head.

"Comfy?" she asked before bending down and tickling his feet and sides again. Mike struggled as much as before but was no reduced to making muffled moans. Helpless and silent Mike could do nothing to protect himself. His idea of Monique bound helpless at his feet being tickled to death had backfired spectacularly. And the feeling was the most exciting he had ever experienced.

After 5 minutes of solid tickling Monique left him for a short while. He tried to struggle and twist some more but realizing how helpless he was he decided the only way he could escape was to bring his hands in front of him and he began to struggle to get them over his bottom so he could put his feet through. Monique cam back and realised what he was up to.

"No no no no no!" she called out in her cute french voice. "I can stop that." she took Mike's belt and passed it round his arms just above the elbows twice before buckling it and pulling it tightly. Mike's heart dropped realising escape was impossible but at the same time he was in a state of ecstasy.

"Now I just need somewhereto rest my feet." said Monique, placing her soles on Mike's face.

"MMMMPPHHH." called Mike.



As yet unknown to Rebecca, the first step of the journey to her current predicament had taken place.

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Fantasmia's stories

• 01 - House Sitter (self/F)
  02 - Step mom (f/m)
  03 - French Lessons (F/Fm)

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Second instalment

Rebecca wriggled again, ignoring the moans coming form her side, having been tied up for over an hour she was now feeling cramp and needed to stretch, the fact her son was tied to her as she pushed her legs out and pointed her toes was his problem. she wriggled her fingers again but for the fiftieth time there was no know she could reach. Foot steps on the stairs followed by outside the door. The foot steps paused - then the door opened and in stepped Monique. She was wearing a short, black skirt, tght red t-shirt top and fishnet tights but no shoes.

“Ow are my two little slaves?” she mocked. Rebecca and Mike groaned in near stereo. Monique climbed onto the bed so she was kneeling and the 4 tied up feet. “Do you need cheering up?” she teased again as her nails began to scrape the bare soles of her captives. Mother and son were both insanely ticklish and began to jerk violently, trying to protect themselves from this French tickle maniac. Tied as they were they failed to work together and pulling in different directions could not do nothing to prevent the assault on their naked, vulnerable, sensitive feet. Along the arches; up the outside edge; round the heel; on the sensitive part between toe pads and balls of feet, Moniqhe's attack was relentless. Then up their legs, backs of knees, tummies, eve around their nipples; Moniqe even used her tongue to tickle their necks.

Rebecca looked at the clock once Monique had finished: 15 minutes continuous tickle hell. She closed her eyes and thought again of how she had got to this situation.





Mike was half sitting, half lying on his mother's bed. He had no choice in the matter. He was wearing just a pair of jeans. Hie arms were stretched out to his sides, horizontally, tied to the bed-head at wrists and elbows. His mouth was covered in flesh coloured sticking plaster and his cheecks bulged where the tape held in one of Monique's socks, thoughtfully turned inside out after being removed form her foot. His legs were stretched out straight in front of him, tiedwith rope at the knees and ankles, the rope tying his ankles was further tied around his big toes, holding his soles stretched up, his ankles flexed back. Three further lengths of rope ran from his ankle bindings: one straight down to the foot of the bed stretching his legs slightly and one to each corner at the foot of the bed preventing him from wriggling left to right.

Monique sat on the window sill smoking a cigarette. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt, denim miniskirt and black leggings: one white sock, her left foot bare where her sock had been donated to Mike's gag. With the toes of her left foot she would poke Mike in the side or run them over his sensitive ribs and under arms making him wriggle and giggle into her sock.

She finished her cigarette, stubbing it out in an ashtray and emptying the tray out of the window, then jumped down from the window. “Time to see if your feet are still ticklish”. She taunted. Mike new there was nothing he could do. Insanely ticklish though his feet were he was helpless in his current position and as Monique knelt at the foot of the bed drawing her black painted finger nails over his naked soles he strained as hard as he could to pull away. It was useless and he simply thrashed his head from side to side, rolled his hips. He grunted into the gag and clenched his fists, curled his toes but achieved nothing. He had been tied up far too well. Not surprisingly as he had offered no resistance when Monique had done her work with the ropes.

It was now two weeks since the first afternoon of tie ups Mike had with Monique and these games had become regular, but not quite daily, events. Mike had at first tried to tie Monique but either he was not good at knots or she was much better at escaping. No matter how hard her tried, no matter how tight he tied, no matter what position he tried or how much he tickled her, Monique never stayed tied up more than 5 minutes. Mike on the other hand was tied for hours on end. After the first week he had given up trying to tie Monique and had decided instead to enjoy being bound gagged, teased, tormented and tortured by the French Mistress Monique. He had experienced chair tied, hogties, bed ties, ties out in the garden and always barefoot he was usually subjected to some prolonged tickling. Just like today.

Monique climbed up from the floor and lay on the bed next to mike but upside down so she was still able to reach Mike's feet. She stroked his soles, and he continued to wriggle, whilst she extended her leg, pressing her bare foot against Mike's face, pinching his nose between her toes.

Rebecca was out of work early today. Her last appointment had failed to show so she had, after a hideous day, decided to make her excuses and go. She was in her uniform of white blouse, Dark blue skirt and jacket. Today she was wearing tan tights with her blue heeled shoes.

Opening the door she hung her jacket up and kicked off her heels, spreading her toes in pleasure. “Hi you two.” There was no answer but she could hear something from upstairs. She had wondered to herself just how well Mike and Monique were getting on together so decided to go to her room and leave the two youngsters to it.

In Rebecca's room Monique was panicking. She had heard the door open and knew what was happening. She was struggling to untie Mike from the bed which was not made easier by Mike's pulling at the ropes to free them himself.

Rebecca opened the door to her bedroom, sure the noises were coming from in there not Mike's room or the spare room. she stopped. Monique stopped. Mike lay still tied up. Many images flashed through Rebecca's mind. Mike playing cops and robbers as a young child. Playing with his toy handcuffs. the games Rebecca and her sister had played as teens. The games Rebecca played with Mike's dad. Monique tried to say something but couldn't. Mike couldn't talk either but for more obvious reasons. A smile began to spread across her face. “I thought you grew out of this aged 10” she said.

“Please Madame.....” started Monique.

“No problem.” said Rebecca. “I've tied Michael up before but many years ago. I thought you grew out of it. Do you still like your feet tickled?” she reached and scraped one of her bright red fingernails up the sole of Mike's bare foot. he squirmed and wriggled, made a whimpering moan into the gag but was helpless to resist. Within seconds his mother was attcking his feet whilst his tummy and ribs were attacked by Monique.

After a couple of minutes both women sat back to take a break, and give a break to Mike.

“You have done this before?” asked Monique.

“Not like this with Mike. But it is similar to the games I played with my sister.” The two women chatted for about 5 minutes about Rebecca's teenaged years, all the time ignoring Mike's presence as if he were not there. With the exception of the occasioanl “mmfff” Mike played no more part in the ocnversation

“You tied her up? “

“Oh a few times. and she tied me.”

“How long ago?”

“Too long. we were teenagers. But. If you don't mind cooking tonight. said Rebecca holding her hands behind her and slowly turning round. I could always try it again.

Monique took a piece of rope from the floor, doubled it over and tied Rebecca's wrists palm to palm. She bent down to tie Rebecca's ankles together then told her to sit on the bed. Rebecca hopped round to the side of the bed and wriggled onto the mattress.

“OK. so I cook tonight now.”

“Ha you think this will hold me.”

“You talk too much.” Monique grinned, lifting her foot and removing her one remaining sock, turning it inside out and holding it to Rebecca's mouth. With a grin Rebecca opened her mouth to accept the salty ball of cotton. Monique picked a pair of tights off the chair next to the bed and tied it round Rebecca's head, drawing it between her teeth to ensure the sock was held properly in place.
She then picked up some more rope and tied Rebecca's elbows together. they were far from touching but she felt the tension and looked down as her breasts began to stick out some more. Monique took the long ends of the rope and wrapped them round Rebecca's body above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides. Finally she tied Rebecca's legs above and below her knees before leaving mother and son on the bed as she went to the kitchen.

Rebecca looked at her son still tied up and blushing from his nose to his waist band. She looked down her own legs and wiggled her toes. she had not been tied up for nearly 15years but the excitement and thrill were coming back. “Oooh” she realised she was getting excited. she looked into the mirror and saw she was blushing as bright red as Mike.
Fantasmia

[gaggednbarefoot]

Sadly unfinished. Unles you know better

[jone123]

Good story

[Bondageboi]

Absolutely F.img WOW. I’ve never read a story like this before. WOW.