Sam 4

John showed no mercy with the electric toothbrush. He tickled the hell out of me. In between that, he also used his fingers and anything else he could get his hands on to tickle my feet. 

This is how I spent the rest of that weekend. But things didn't end there. My mom had John watch me every weekend she was away. Christmas was fast approaching and my mom was away the weekend before. John come over that Friday and ordered me to get dressed. 

My mom had a special outfit for me. I put on a bra and stuffed it with thick padding, panties, a shiny red dress, and green pantyhose. My mom didn't even own green hose. She bought them just for the occasion in my size.

"I'm going to give you a little break from being tickled. Follow me."

John led me to my room where he had a chair set up for me. He made me sit and he tied my wrists to the arms of the chair. It was a wooden chair from the dining room with thick arms. When my arms were secure, John tied my legs separately to the legs of the chair. More rope was cinched around my waist and the back of the chair to pin me down. 

"I think that's enough" I said.

"It's enough rope" John said. "Now we just need to gag you."

"NO! I don't want to be gagged again!"

"Too bad. I saved these for you. My socks from yesterday's gym class. These will help you shut your mouth." He crammed one crusty, sweaty sock in and I retched. That didn't deter him from stuffing the other sock in deep and tape gagging me.

"Don't run off anywhere" John said and laughed at his own stupid joke. I spent the next few hours bound and gagged in that chair. I couldn't stand, I couldn't move, I couldn't talk. I felt helpless. 

"Mmmmph! Grrmmmpppphhhh! Pmmmppphhh! Mmmmmmppppphhhhhhh!"

I was begging and pleading to be let go. John finally came in after a couple of hours. Before untying me, he snapped a few pictures of me to send to my mom. She wanted to see my dress and hosiery. 

I got to eat something, shower, use the bathroom, brush my teeth. Then as fast as my gag came off it went right back on, socks and all. John tied me up for the night. He let me go in the morning to eat breakfast and use the bathroom again. Then I had to change into the next outfit my mom picked for me.

A bra stuffed with padding, panties, brown pantyhose, and a green dress. "Are you ready for your next tie up?" John asked.

He saw I was getting ready to protest and he put a stop to it right away. He got another pair of his used socks and shoved them in. Then I was tape gagged and forced to lie down on my bed on my stomach. He first tied my wrists behind my back. Then he tied my ankles together. Then he used more rope to join my wrists and ankles together in a tight hogtie. 

"I promised I would spare you from being tickled. That only lasts until this afternoon. So get comfy."

I was left to struggle in that hogtie for hours. He left me there all morning until the afternoon when he finally untied me to use the bathroom and eat lunch. I retched when I ripped the tape off my mouth and spit his rancid socks out. 

After lunch he had me change my pantyhose.

"I don't think brown matches the green dress. I found some black pantyhose in your moms drawer. Go put them on." I did as he said and then I found myself bound and gagged again on my bed. This time my wrists were just tied behind my back and my ankles and knees were bound as well. I knew what was coming next. The tickling...