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Dangling just a few feet off the ground, Bailey desperately fought against her bondage. She swung back and forth, back and forth, and could feel the cool air rushing over her naked form. As she tried to free herself from the restraints holding her body taut, the sensitive touch of feminine fingers slid over her. “Hahahahaha!” she shrieked, enduring the worst tickle experience of her life.
One hour earlier...
“...and that’s why you should let me go out,” Bailey recited, standing in front of a mirror and reading a speech she had made. Just yesterday, the eighteen year old had been invited to a pool party. The invitation was surprising to her because she didn’t have that many friends.
To a stranger, Bailey not having that many friends seemed like a shock because of her elegant appearance. The girl had black hair that curled in at the shoulder. Her starry, dark eyes dazzled and her face gleamed with beauty. She stood at a height of 5’2, a moderate size for any girl her age.
What steered people away from Bailey was not her looks, but her personality. She was too honest, emotionless, and innocent. It was like she was pulled out of the 18th century as a house girl who only tended her master.
Bailey wasn’t born with this personality; she was raised by her mother to become this way. Her mother, Susan, was strict and merciless. Her husband had died over a decade ago and perhaps this is the reason why she acted this way.
Since the incident, Susan forced Bailey to do chores and housework. Hanging out with friends or going out to parties were never options for Bailey, as she had to stay home to satisfy her mother’s wants. After all, she expected her daughter to be perfect – and perfect she became.
The eighteen year old had straight A’s and only ate the healthy delicacies her mother cooked for her. Students would often mock the girl for bringing a corny lunchbox to school with her mother’s food stored inside.
However, Bailey felt relieved that those times were almost up; she just graduated from high school and has been looking forward to her new life in College. She was changing into a grown woman, strong and smart, and had decided that today was the day to flex her teenage freedom against the restraints of her mother.
Satisfied about the amount of time spent on her speech, Bailey folded the speech paper neatly and set it on her desk. It was only morning, and the pool party was going to begin soon. The anxious girl stripped herself naked and tied off a light purple string bikini around her pelvis and torso.
Such types of clothing were prohibited by her mother, and Bailey barely managed to buy the cheap bikini by quickly running over to a local clothing shop. The whole incident was thrilling to her; she felt like a spy on an important mission.
Bailey then slipped on a pair of jeans and a white tank top. She grinned lightly - the provocative feel of the bikini against her skin felt wonderful in comparison to the usual loose and saggy underclothing that her mother provided for her. She then pulled on a long sleeved and buttoned blouse. Even though it was summer, her mother expected Bailey to have minimal skin showing.
“Breakfast!” Susan hollered towards Bailey’s room. The obedient girl snapped to her feet and marched towards the dining room table. She sat down on her appropriate chair and softly scoffed at the healthy but uneasy food that her mother prepared.
She slowly ate the grub, and continued to ponder about how she would encounter her mom. “Should I act stern and just, or should I beg?” Bailey thought, wiping her mouth clean. She took the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them, a chore that was now turned into a habit. Finally, after drying her hands off, her mother stormed into the kitchen.
“What is this young lady?” Susan yelled, holding out the unfolded speech in her hand. Bailey was completely taken off guard. She knew her mother pried into her room from time to time, but never thought she would closely look at her belongings.
“Um..Mother...I want to go out to a pool party,” the trembling girl stammered. “I’m going to college soon and I really think it’s time that I have some freedom.” Susan then walked over to a trash bin and ripped the speech paper in half before tossing it inside. “I..uh... really want to go,” Bailey stuttered, shocked to see her mother’s volatile reaction.
Susan crossed her hands: “And how do you think you’re going to get there?” she sneered. “Some...friends are picking me up at the school,” Bailey stated, trying to act calm. “And what are you doing for lunch?” Susan scoffed, glaring intensely at her daughter. “There’s a restaurant nearby that we’ll eat at later,” she quickly said, putting a hand into her pocket.
“What are you wearing for this...pool party?” Susan questioned, now leaning forward with acrimony. “Just this – jeans and this top,” Bailey lied, pointing weakly towards her clothing. Her mother squinted her eyes and gave a hard look over her daughter. “I don’t believe you,” Susan declared stubbornly. “Take off your clothes.”
Bailey was stunned. There was no way she would get out of this one, and she lied to her mother too! Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse in front of Susan to reveal her tank top. She turned around embarrassingly with her butt facing her mother and unzipped her jeans. Bailey could hear her mother’s soft cries of anguish as she slid her jeans down her elegant legs, revealing the skimpy, purple, string tied underwear that she had tied on herself.
The frightened girl then pulled the white tank top off of her, revealing the matching purple swimming bikini that her mother so furiously prohibited. “Unbelievable! Turn around! ” Susan shouted angrily. Bailey slowly turned around and put her arms over the scanty material. “You were going to go out...IN THIS?!” She screamed, clearly becoming crazy.
“Come here,” Susan ordered, gripping Bailey’s arm firmly. The enraged mother tugged Bailey with her, leading her towards the basement. The eighteen year old clumsily followed behind; small tears began to form around the corners of her eyes. Susan, with her hand still gripped on Bailey, swung the basement door open and turned on the dilapidated lights that flooded the dim room.
As they walked down the wooden stairs, Bailey could make out a large, black punching bag through her foggy eyes. It was moderately heavy from the last time she recalled, and it hung just above two feet off the ground by chains connected to the hard ceiling. There were also old boxes along the walls of the room, leaving a few feet of space around the hanging bag.
“Put your back to it,” Susan commanded, lightly pushing Bailey towards the punching bag. The obedient girl did as she was told and stopped for a moment to realize how dirty her bare feet were getting from walking on the filthy, concrete floor. Turning around, her shoulder blades pressed against the black surface behind her, and she was standing tall enough so that her butt was positioned at the very bottom of the punching bag.
As Susan busily snatched tools from around the basement room, Bailey focused on herself, trying to gather up the strength that she so desired. She wiped the tears from her eyes and cleared her throat; she didn’t want to lose her dignity. After all, it was what she was fighting for in the first place.
“Hold your arms up,” Susan ordered sternly, now standing directly behind the punching bag. Bailey, with her arms covering her purple bikini, was hesitant at first as she wanted to rebel against her mother. However, the thought of what her mother might do to her if she disobeyed overpowered her thoughts of defiance. She lifted her arms up weakly, and her mother snatched her right wrist aggressively.
Bailey felt the touch of leather cuffs sliding over her wrists. “No! Not this mother!” Bailey cried, realizing her intentions. The innocent girl knew her wrists were being bound; it was not the first time her mother had tied her up. In previous years, whenever Bailey had done something wrong, she had been put in to timeout, which usually involved bondage as her mother didn’t want her to cheat the punishment.
“Shush,” Susan abruptly hushed, buckling up the wrist cuff in place. The inside of the cuff itself wasn’t that uncomfortable being that it was soft leather padded with foam. In addition, the cuff was more of a cuff for the hand rather than the wrist. The cuff even had grips for fingers to curl around.
“And now your other hand,” the devious mother proclaimed, slipping another cuff around her daughter’s left wrist. “Please! I’m sorry!” Bailey pled, feeling the cuff buckles tighten. She tried to pull off the cuff around her right wrist using only her fingers, but the leather material was already fastened tightly.
“Keep your arms up,” Susan demanded, finishing up the buckle of the wrist cuff. The weak girl could feel her arm muscles dwindling from holding her arms up, and therefore, had mixed thoughts when her mother linked a rope to the D ring located at the palm of her right cuff. “Stop it! I’ll be better! Please!” Bailey now begged, tugging weakly at her wrists, frightened that her mother would retaliate against her protests.
Nonetheless, Susan pulled hard on the rope and easily overcame Bailey’s futile resistance. This brought the eighteen year old’s right hand to the top of the punching bag. The strict mother then wrapped the rope several times around the punching bag’s chain that hooked to the ceiling. And finally, she then brought the other end of the chain towards the D ring on her daughter’s left wrist cuff, making sure that her left hand was also positioned at the top of the punching bag.
“Not like this!” Bailey cried, shaking her upright arms in protest. Fortunately for her, she still had quite some slack and was able to put both of her dirty feet fully on the ground. However, as the bound girl looked down over her body, she felt uneasy to find her skin more exposed than usual.
“There we go,” Susan satisfyingly declared, wiping her hands to express the hard work she had supposedly completed. She swung around to the front of the punching bag to get a view. Much to Susan’s surprise, Bailey had grown faster than she would have thought. Her face was beautiful, grown to full shape. Her breasts, from her arms being held upwards, thrust out and pressed against her scanty purple bikini.
“Now, I want you to say out loud: “I will not lie”, for as long as you’re here until I decide to let you go,” Susan ordered. Bailey cringed at the idea, and decided to finally make her stand. “No, I will not,” Bailey sternly replied, her eyes gleaming with a sense of confidence. Susan widened her eyes in shock: “Oh? You will not?”
She began to stride around Bailey slowly as if she was interrogating a prisoner. “You’re not in a position to defy me,” she sneered - “Maybe you can kiss goodbye all the clothes that I buy for you.” Suddenly, Bailey bolted her gaze towards Susan: “I don’t even like the clothes,” she retorted. “And all the food I give you!” Susan further stated. Bailey stuck out her tongue in disgust: “I hate your food!” she cried.
“Then say goodbye to your college tuition,” Susan finally declared. Bailey shook with anger. “I don’t even care anymore! You are such a bad mother! You always force me to do chores, and homework, and anything you want! I just wanted to go out and now you do this to me! I wish you just died along with dad!” Bailey roared, tears beginning to swell up in her eyes once again.
Susan stood in place, listening intently and with an expression of surprise. “Bailey...I am so disappointed,” she softly spoke, shaking her head. “All this...for a pool party!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands wildly in the air. “Just look at you! You look just like those...“other” girls. Wearing nothing at all!” She poked Bailey’s side as she said this, and was startled to see Bailey’s mouth form a small smirk for a mere moment.
A cruel idea crept into the mother’s head. “And you lied to me too! You thought I wouldn’t catch you wearing this bikini? Next time think again!” Susan announced, poking Bailey’s other side. Sure enough, the stretched teen couldn’t help but to smile weakly, letting out a breath of air simultaneously. “Now you’re laughing at me are you,” Susan taunted, referring to Bailey’s involuntary reactions.
“No! Stop poking me there!” Bailey protested, shifting her feet in anxiety. To her surprise, she then began to feel five fingers gliding over the side of her tummy, followed by another set of fingers along the other side. “Hahahaha! Stop!” She cried, using what slack she had to move away from the ticklish touch. Susan had little trouble following Bailey’s petty movements though as she pried her fingers into her sensitive flesh.
Bailey was now a begging, bound, helpless girl who laughed uncontrollably. “Hahahaha!” She screeched, now jumping up and down hysterically. Susan began to smile, feeling a fire for life that had been extinguished so long ago. She enjoyed inflicting the ticklish torture, and the laughter and cries for mercy came as melody to her ears.
Fortunately for Bailey, her mother soon stopped the tickling. “No more...please,” she panted, slumping back against the punching bag. Susan eyed Bailey up and down, deciding where to attack next. “Well, since you didn’t accept the punishment before, looks like you’re going to have to deal with this new punishment.” She chimed, wiggling her fingers delightedly.
“Ohhh! Nooooahahaha!” Bailey screamed as she felt her mother’s fingers delve into her naked and stretched arm pits. She had rarely been touched there before, and the feeling of nonstop tickling in those hollow places made her go bonkers. “Please! Hahahaha!” she begged, twisting vigorously from side to side. Nonetheless, the devilish mother continued to tickle her slender pits, enjoying the torture in contrast to Bailey hating it.
Susan would occasionally stop the spider tickling of her daughter’s armpits and glide her fingers delicately over the sensitive flesh. Even this brought Bailey into a senseless fit of giggles. “I can’t! Hahaha! I’m too...hehehe! Ticklishahahaha!” Bailey stammered while laughing, twitching her restricted figure desperately.
Susan then rotated herself in front of Bailey. She brought her fingers towards Bailey’s slim tummy and the raven haired girl went wild. “Hahahaha!” She screamed, struggling wildly. She could feel the fingers probe from the bottom of her rib cage down to the skin above her bikini bottom.
“Pleasahhaha!” Bailey yelped, bouncing her back against the punching bag. As Bailey’s stomach was tickled with one expert hand, Susan reached around her and undid her bikini strap. The helpless girl bounced back against the punching bag, this time with the absent feeling of the bikini tie between her shoulder blades.
Susan grinned at Bailey’s surprised reaction as she saw the purple bikini bra slide away from her milky breasts. “Put it back on mother!” Bailey managed to cry as Susan stopped the tummy tickling. “Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into,” Susan teased, picking up the bra off of the ground: “I told you to never wear these things. They’re just so fragile!”
Bailey’s heart began to pound as she saw her mother throw the purple bra off to the side. Her breasts were now on full display. She had never revealed her grown breasts to anyone before, and even displaying them to her mother felt completely embarrassing. “Is this what you wanted? To go to that party like this?” Susan mocked, pointing straight at her daughter’s chest.
“You took it off of me!” Bailey roared back. Susan simply shook her head and walked out of sight of the angry girl. Bailey looked up; she wanted to rip her arms from the chains and cover her bare boobs, but her mother’s restraints were impossible to get out of. “Just let me go!” She cried, now struggling from side to side to see where her mother walked off to.
Bailey took this time to genuinely struggle; she yanked against her wrist restraints and twisted herself over and over again to see if she could break the chains. After several failed attempts, she then tried to lift her feet towards her wrists, but she was no gymnast, and had trouble finding the power to even lift her legs past her waist!
“Please... just release me,” she begged, finally giving up her struggles. “I’ll do whatever chores or punishment that you want, just let me go...” she whined. After a break of silence she heard the soft footsteps of her mother. For a moment Bailey thought she had won her mother over, but was stunned as a black rubber ball gag flashed before her eyes.
“What...mmph, mmmmmmmm,” Bailey groaned as she was too slow to react. The black rubber ball had slipped into her wet mouth, and before she could push it off with her tongue, Susan buckled the strap tightly behind her neck below her hair. “Mmmph!” She grunted once more, experimenting with the new device that completely made her speechless.
“I’ve heard enough talk out of you,” Susan sneered, presenting herself in front of the stupefied Bailey. “Mmmph. Arggharghmm,” the eighteen year old tried to talk, garbling into the ball gag instead. “Besides...you said that you’ll do whatever punishment that I want. So...don’t be a liar,” she giggled, poking Bailey’s sensitive side.
The speechless girl squealed, and as Susan hovered her hands towards her tummy, Bailey leaned back against the punching bag, pushing the heavy object backwards. Her mother’s fingers eventually found their way to her tummy, and she released her hold on the bag, allowing the bag to push against her back, moving her forward. As she strutted from place to place, her free breasts jiggled along with her, and to Susan’s amusement, she tried her best to hide her glorious melons.
“Hahaha!” Bailey laughed with muffled giggles, continuing to seek different routes to avoid Susan’s prying fingers. The helpless girl would push against the punching bag, and moments later the punching bag would push against her. This caused her to swing back and forth, praying on physics to help her in the dire situation. Nonetheless, her mother’s fingers stuck to her body like glue, wiggling against her exposed skin.
“Hehehe! Hahaha!” Bailey cackled as Susan’s fingers found their way back to her armpits. She lost the energy to push against the punching bag, and was left powerless as her mother launched an assault on her sensitive pits. “Hahahahahaha!” She screamed, now kicking wildly with her feet. The crazy girl managed to kick her mother right on the pelvis, knocking her slightly back.
“Ooph!” Susan grunted, having to stop herself from falling down. “I think it’s time we do something about those legs,” she declared, moving towards her equipment stash. Her half-naked daughter was too busy enduring the aftermath of the armpit tickling to hear what she said, and was half oblivious to the leather cuff Susan quickly buckled on her right ankle.
“Mmmrph, starghh!” Bailey finally grunted as she felt her right lower leg being lifted. Susan had managed to tie off a long thread of rope around the D ring located at the back of Bailey’s ankle. She then hooked the rope through the punching bag’s vertical chain that was connected to the ceiling. “This’ll keep you from kicking,” Susan said smugly, pulling down on the rope.
The raven haired girl tried to keep her right leg straightened out, but her mother’s pull was too strong. Her ankle was lifted up slowly and her leg gradually bended back until her heel touched the outside of her butt. “Oohhh, awrghh!” Bailey whined, now hopping on just her left foot.
Susan finally tied off the rope to the chain, effectively binding her daughter’s right leg. “There we go.” She hushed, putting her hands on Bailey’s waist. The bound girl jerked at the sensitive touch, and moaned against her rubber gag. “Look at these dirty feet!” She exclaimed, moving her hands towards her daughter’s upturned foot.
“Oarghh!” Bailey grunted as she felt the delicate touch of Susan’s hands. Within a moment, Bailey was turned into a screaming, babbling, helpless girl as her mother drew her nails over her bare arches. “Hahaha!” She laughed heartily, hopping clumsily on her left leg. Her breasts jiggled from side to side just as much as her right foot was as she twisted her ankle furiously to avoid her mother’s wicked fingers.
The helpless girl could no longer push the punching bag to her advantage without her right foot, and she was left immobile to suffer the cruel torture. “Pleahahha!” She cried, muffled by the black gag. Susan continued to tickle her foot, scratching and gliding her fingernails over Bailey’s dirty arch and sole. “Hehehe,” Susan began to giggle, lost in the moment and excitement.
Eventually, the cruel mother stopped the foot tickling, and went to her stash of equipment. “Pleah, heha, no moh,” Bailey mumbled, barely wobbling on her left limb. She jolted as she felt Susan fix an ankle cuff around her last remaining limb. Kicking and screaming, the bound girl could only hope as her mother slipped a new length of rope through the D ring positioned along her heel.
However, to Bailey’s surprise, she felt the restriction of her right leg loosen, and she was able to uncurl her right leg until the bound limb straightened out. “Mmrrphh,” she let out a sigh of relief as she pressed her tickled foot back down on the dirty floor. “Maybe she’ll release me now,” she thought naively.
Then, to her amazement, she felt both her lower legs being lifted by her ankles. “Noooh!” She hoarsely cried under her gag, feeling her weight pull on her arms. Susan, smiling and excited, continued to pull down on the two ropes on Bailey’s ankles that were now connected to the punching bag’s chain. She pulled and pulled, tightening up Bailey’s body by pulling up her lower legs each leg was completely bent. This allowed her butt to press hard against the bottom of the punching bag.
“Argahh!” Bailey cried in disbelief, now completely suspended in bondage. Her naked breasts thrust out more than ever from her arms being pulled taut above her, and her slender stomach curved beautifully from her legs being drawn back.
Furthermore, her knees pointed towards the filthy floor, forcing her bare feet parallel to the ceiling. Her feet were separated just one foot from each other, allowing her thighs to naturally split apart from the tug of the ropes. Susan licked her lips as she looked at Bailey’s delicious wiggling toes from behind.
Despite her lust to begin her tickling, Susan continued to employ her bondage ideas as she slid the leather brown belt from her jeans and held it just below her daughter’s belly button. The clever mother wrapped the belt around the front of Bailey’s waist and around the punching bag behind her, effectively securing the eighteen year old’s midsection to the heavy object.
“Noohh pleahh!” Bailey groaned, feeling the belt tighten across her waist. Her butt squeezed harder on to the punching bag, and the tension around her tummy removed the strain from her arms. The cruel mother buckled the belt in place, and spun the punching bag around, forcing her suspended daughter to face her.
“Look at you now,” Susan teased, running her eyes over the vulnerable girl. “Mmmph, phhh,” Bailey grunted in distress, sucking back the saliva from the wet ball gag. She grunted once more as her mother spun her around again; she felt like a hanging sack of meat!
Susan pushed the punching bag forward, forcing Bailey’s body along with it. She let go of the heavy bag, and pushed it back and forth like a swing. Bailey jerked in her bondage, feeling helpless to the suspension that held her so tightly. The warm air rushed over her body and she felt so naked...so exposed.
Finally, Susan allowed the punching bag to settle into place. “Let’s tickle these feet, shall we?” she suggested, wiggling her fingers over Bailey’s curled up toes. The eighteen year old struggled desperately, trying her best to twist her feet away from Susan, but her restraints kept her bare feet facing upwards towards the ceiling. “Hahaahaha!” She then screamed in muffled laughter as Susan’s fingers came down on both feet.
The bound girl tried to kick her legs and pump her fists, but found that she was incapable of such small movement. The feeling of helplessness took control over her, and she could feel that even though she couldn’t move on the outside, something stirred from within her as she thrust her muscles. “Hehehe! Stahh!” She cried, jerking in vain against the unmoving restraints.
Susan continued to tickle Bailey’s feet, delighting herself with the playful toes. The teen girl wiggled against her restraints, and would’ve opened her mouth wide with laughter if the ball gag wasn’t already keeping it open. “Hahahaha! Ahh!” She screeched, trying to scream her way out of the tickling.
Finally, Susan decided to let her poor daughter rest, and twisted the punching bag back around so that the two girls were facing one another. Susan widened her eyes in surprise, a similar reaction to Bailey’s as they both looked down at the teenager’s nipples. The dark brown suckers were erect, sticking out like little buttons.
An embarrassing moment crawled by before the bewildered mother decided to respond. “So..you take pleasure out of this do you?” She growled, shifting her tone into anger. “Mmm, mmm!” Bailey moaned, shaking her head furiously from side to side. Susan brought her finger to Bailey’s bare tummy. “I don’t believe you, you little liar,” she taunted, delicately sifting her fingernail on the sensitive skin.
“Heheh!” Bailey giggled involuntarily, clenching her eyes. “Don’t worry, I have the perfect thing for horny girls like you,” Susan teased, walking away from the hanging girl. Bailey breathed in deeply, heaving up and down helplessly as her mother walked upstairs out of the basement.
The bound girl tried desperately to free herself, yanking at her wrists and pulling down on her feet. However, the restraints held tight on to her, forcing her into her vulnerable position. “Mmmph,” she moaned pathetically, twisting her body as much as she could. She couldn’t believe her nipples had gotten hard; it had rarely happened before to her.
Bailey stopped her futile struggles as she heard the creaking of the basement stairs. Her mother briskly walked down the steps, shutting the door behind her. Bailey was unfortunately facing the entrance and could see her captivator striding down slowly. The wait was unbearable for her, and her curiosity sparked as she saw her mother holding something behind her.
“What’ve you been up to while I was gone?” Susan joked, walking up to her suspended daughter. From her back she produced two wooden clothing pins that her daughter used to hang up wet clothes. Bailey was ignorant of why Susan brought them, but grunted deeply as her mother opened up a pin and inched it near her right nipple.
“Ahhhh!” She roared, feeling the sharp pain in her nipple as the clothing pin clamped on her perky tit. Susan grinned at her reaction, and took advantage of Bailey’s moment of pain by clamping the other clothing pin to her left nipple. “Owwwwahhh pleahhh!” the eighteen year old cried, gripping her restraints tighter than ever.
“This is what hard-nippled girls deserve,” Susan smirked, flicking the clothing pin lightly. Bailey yelped in response, and soon calmed herself down as the pain began to settle. The clothing pins had the effect of heightening her body senses, and it kept her nipples in a constant state of arousal.
Bailey was shocked as her mother spun the punching bag around so that her body was facing away. Without hesitating the lustful mother dug her fingers on the sides of Bailey’s breasts. “Hahahha!” she shrieked, overcome by laughter. Susan’s tickling not only caused ticklish sensations, but the torture near Bailey’s breasts caused her boobs to jiggle lightly. This irked the pins clamped to her tits, creating a continuous and uneasy pain on the hard nipples.
“Nohh Mohh ahahaha!” Bailey cried, experiencing a mixture of both agony and ticklish torture. The bucking girl writhed against the hard restraints, trying to loosen up her tight body. Susan was relentless though, not stopping a single moment during her tickle onslaught. “Hahahaha!” Bailey continued to laugh, biting hard onto the ball gag.
As Susan wiggled her left hand fingers back and forth, she subtlety brought her right hand towards Bailey’s right hip and undid the string tie on the bikini underwear. “You won’t need these anymore,” she cooed, bringing her right hand back to the side of Bailey’s torso. “Hahahaha!” The poor girl laughed, unaware of her mother’s actions.
Susan then tugged on the left side of the bikini underwear as she tickled Bailey with her right hand, allowing the purple piece of cloth to slip off from her privates. “There we go,” Susan hushed, stopping the unbearable tickling. Bailey breathed deeply, drooping her head down. She jolted in shock as she saw the scanty piece of clothing lying on the dirty floor.
The eighteen year old couldn’t believe this was happening. Worse off, she had developed a large bush over the years and was afraid it would show when she wore the bikini to the party, so she had decided to shave herself yesterday night. She completely closed her thighs, tugging against the ropes around her ankles as her mother swung around in front of her and picked up the underwear.
Bailey hoped that her mother wouldn’t notice her shaved mound as the woman stood up to get a good look at the naked girl. “So this is how you wanted to go to the pool party, right?” Susan claimed, looking everywhere at Bailey but her eyes. “You wanted to strip to your birthday suit, dive right in, and show off your hard nipples to the boys, didn’t you?”
Bailey was aghast at what she was hearing. She shook her head vigorously, trying to rid the thought of the scenarios out of her mother’s head. “And what about here?” Susan teased, dragging her finger down towards Bailey’s pelvis. The bound girl jerked at the touch, giggling squeamishly like a child. “Open your thighs,” Susan commanded.
Bailey’s heart dropped. She knew she was done for, but she held on to what strength she had left as she kept her thighs clenched tight. “Trust me...you don’t want to play like that,” Susan taunted, running her finger along Bailey’s side as she walked behind her. She then gripped each of Bailey’s knees and pulled her arms apart, spreading her daughter’s thighs along in the process.
“Nohhh!” Bailey moaned, fighting helplessly against her mother’s pull. Surely enough, her mother ripped her thighs apart until her mound was entirely exposed. Bailey could then feel her mother kneel below her, inspecting the area that was no longer “private”.
“I knew it!” Susan declared. “My daughter is a complete slut. And this is freshly shaven too!” Susan cried, letting go of Bailey’s knees. The restrained girl immediately closed her thighs, flushed about the entire situation. She closed her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream.
“I’ll be back in a moment. You just hang there and think about what you’ve done,” Susan jeered, walking up the basement stairs. And Bailey did just that. She hung bare and naked, strung up to the punching bag, with her breasts free and mouth gagged.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she thought. “If only I never asked her to go out. I should’ve told her I was going somewhere else!” The whole idea of being tied up and tickled by her mother made her feel uneasy. And the pressure on her nipples didn’t make anything better.
As quick as she had left, Susan returned to the basement, swiftly gliding down the stairs. “So this is what you used,” Susan pronounced, turning Bailey around to face her. The cruel mother held out a metallic razor for Bailey to see. The eighteen year old had bought the razor prior to her adventure of buying the bikini. It was much more expensive than she expected.
“I already told you...you should never shave that area. But you don’t listen do you?” Susan shook her head, mocking her daughter. “And...oh. Look at this!” She declared, pushing a small button on the shaver. Bailey could hear a buzzing sound erupt from the small device. She had no idea what it was; she thought it was just a regular shaver!
Bailey’s curiosity was quenched as Susan ran the smooth curved end of the shaver through her armpit. The vibrations exerted from the device tingled against her skin, and she laughed uncontrollably as a result: “Hahahaha!” she roared within her gag, resuming her futile struggles. Susan slowly brought the razor down Bailey’s body until it was just above her pussy.
“Owhh gahhh!” Bailey moaned as the razor ran down her clit. “Now look how exposed you made yourself” Susan giggled, holding the razor at her clit. Bailey bucked hard against the punching bag; the buzzing of the vibrator over her pussy exerted pleasure that she had never known existed.
Susan realized that her daughter enjoyed the situation. Using one hand to hold the vibrating shaver against her daughter’s pussy, Susan ran her delicate fingers along Bailey’s bent legs. “Hahahah, oahh!” The bound girl cried, now having to deal with the tickling in addition to the pleasure of her clit.
The mixture of these sensations sent her flying. “Mmmmmmahaha!” She gurgled, closing and opening her thighs in ecstasy. Susan continued to spider tickle her tender thighs, smiling eagerly as she watched her daughter squirm. “I know you use this little toy to play with yourself, don’t you?” The mother teased, rubbing the vibrating device lightly against Bailey’s exposed pussy.
The eighteen year old was bewildered by the strange feelings running through her body, and moaned deeply to express her pleasurable reactions. “Are you getting wet?” Susan smirked, tickling her bare feet with her free hand. Bailey couldn’t even understand what her mother was saying, but her pussy was clearly wet, as a drop of liquid oozed down the buzzing shaver.
“Ohh gahh!” She cried, feeling her arousal graduate higher and higher. Within moments she was breathing deeply and moaning loudly. “Huhh, huhh, pleahh ahaha!” She cried, bucking wildly against her restraints. Her mind turned blank, she closed her eyes. She felt an explosive urge surge down to her pussy.
Just as she was ready to explode, Susan clicked off the vibrator and set it down. “Noahh!” Bailey groaned, twisting helplessly in her bondage. The cruel mother then stood up behind the hanging girl and drew her fingers over her delicate skin. “Haahahahaaha!” Bailey screamed as her sides were once again tickled.
Susan was merciless, digging her fingers into the helpless, bound girl. She moved her way down until she was tickling Bailey’s inner thighs. The giggling girl thrust her thighs in and out to protest, jerking against the tight restraints. “Hehehe!” She shrieked as Susan quickly moved back up to her sensitive armpits.
Bailey swung her long black hair from side to side as she felt her armpits explode with ticklish sensations. Tears of laughter began to form on the corners of her clenched eyes. Susan then brought her fingers to Bailey’s upturned feet and tickled her vulnerable arches. “Hahahahaha!” Bailey cried, overcome by the nonstop tickling of her entire body.
After what seemed like ages of hopelessly twisting her feet, Bailey then felt the tickle torture stop all together. “I don’t think you deserve it,” Susan jeered, picking up the shaver. “Awe-eee-oooo,” Bailey mumbled, desperately trying to say “I do”. She was surprised that she knew what her mother was talking about, and even more surprised that she wanted it so bad. But all thoughts of dignity and respect were lost to the throbbing of her desiring pussy.
Bailey heard a ripping sound and jolted lightly as she felt a cold object press against her bare right foot. “Don’t worry, I’ve got toys of my own too,” Susan grinned as she wrapped her very own metallic razor to Bailey’s foot with tape. There was a small click and Bailey giggled as she felt her foot buzz with ticklishness.
The bound girl tried to shake the razor off, but the tape held it firm to her dirty foot. Susan then began to wrap another metallic razor to Bailey’s other foot. “Mmmahaha Stahhh!” The naked girl tried to protest, but felt hopeless as she felt Susan finish unwinding the tape. The devilish mother clicked on the vibrator and Bailey cracked up in laughter as she felt the buzzing sensation run through her left foot.
As the two shavers vibrated and tickled her feet, Bailey looked down in surprise to see her metallic razor being taped over her pussy. Susan made sure to place the shaver directly over her daughter’s clit before taping it down firmly. Bailey jerked in joy as the shaver’s vibrator was clicked on. “Mmmm!” She moaned in satisfaction.
Susan stepped back and watched as the three razors buzzed away at Bailey’s naked body. The bound girl writhed happily, giggling away in mixed sensations as the vibrator engulfed her pussy.
Susan then unclipped both of the clothing pins off of her hard brown nipples. “Ahhhh!” She groaned in agony, but quickly renewed her lustful moans. Her mother then walked up the stairs and exited the room, and ironically, Bailey finally felt a sense of privacy where she could enjoy herself.
“Hehehe!” She giggled gleefully as her feet tingled with sensitivity. The burning sensation of her pussy overcame the tickling of her feet though, and she began to moan into her gag. “Ohhh, ohhh!” She grunted, twisting weakly in her bondage.
She felt herself building up in ecstasy again, but the buzzing of the shaver over her pussy seemed to weaken. The eighteen year old closed her eyes and began to grind her butt against the punching bag, relishing the pleasure erupting from her clit. “Mmmmmhhh,” she cried, feeling a storm taking shape.
The vibrators on Bailey’s feet felt like they were tickling her more, but it was the shaver on her pussy waning in battery that was the issue. “Mmm, hehe,” she uttered, feeling her body weaken as an orgasm began to drive her. For a moment, she trembled against her restraints, allowing the vibrations to sieze control over her.
“Mmmmm, yes!” Bailey croaked, now arching her back as she felt ready to explode. Just as she expected the last moment of vibrations to unlock the juices of her pussy, the shaver died out and no longer buzzed. “Nooo! Pleasee!” She cried, bucking her butt as hard as ever against the punching bag. She searched and searched for one last touch, one last sensation to throw her over the edge.
However, Bailey found nothing. The shaver she had bought at the store decided to run out on her at the last second. It was tragic. “Arggghhhhh!” she screamed, struggling hard against her restraints. Her breasts swayed from side to side and her thighs opened and closed rapidly, but the restraints held the naked girl in place.
Bailey relaxed her body and breathed deep, and the tickling of her feet began to occupy her mind. The low buzzing sound and the continuous tingle irritated her. “Hehehe!” She started to giggle. The thought that she had no control over the vibrators also played tricks on her mind, heightening the tickling sensation of her dirty feet.
“Hahahaha!” She shrieked even harder, pulling uselessly against her bondage. Her brown nipples stood hard, and she felt flushed from all of her futile attempts to struggle. Within a few minutes, she learned that the best thing to do was to remain motionless while the vibrators tortured her feet.
Bailey thought her mother would come down to rescue her, but it took two hours for Susan to finally unbind her. Within those hours, Bailey finally understood the commanding power of her mother, and learned to never challenge her again.
Dangling just a few feet off the ground, Bailey desperately fought against her bondage. She swung back and forth, back and forth, and could feel the cool air rushing over her naked form. As she tried to free herself from the restraints holding her body taut, the sensitive touch of feminine fingers slid over her. “Hahahahaha!” she shrieked, enduring the worst tickle experience of her life.
One hour earlier...
“...and that’s why you should let me go out,” Bailey recited, standing in front of a mirror and reading a speech she had made. Just yesterday, the eighteen year old had been invited to a pool party. The invitation was surprising to her because she didn’t have that many friends.
To a stranger, Bailey not having that many friends seemed like a shock because of her elegant appearance. The girl had black hair that curled in at the shoulder. Her starry, dark eyes dazzled and her face gleamed with beauty. She stood at a height of 5’2, a moderate size for any girl her age.
What steered people away from Bailey was not her looks, but her personality. She was too honest, emotionless, and innocent. It was like she was pulled out of the 18th century as a house girl who only tended her master.
Bailey wasn’t born with this personality; she was raised by her mother to become this way. Her mother, Susan, was strict and merciless. Her husband had died over a decade ago and perhaps this is the reason why she acted this way.
Since the incident, Susan forced Bailey to do chores and housework. Hanging out with friends or going out to parties were never options for Bailey, as she had to stay home to satisfy her mother’s wants. After all, she expected her daughter to be perfect – and perfect she became.
The eighteen year old had straight A’s and only ate the healthy delicacies her mother cooked for her. Students would often mock the girl for bringing a corny lunchbox to school with her mother’s food stored inside.
However, Bailey felt relieved that those times were almost up; she just graduated from high school and has been looking forward to her new life in College. She was changing into a grown woman, strong and smart, and had decided that today was the day to flex her teenage freedom against the restraints of her mother.
Satisfied about the amount of time spent on her speech, Bailey folded the speech paper neatly and set it on her desk. It was only morning, and the pool party was going to begin soon. The anxious girl stripped herself naked and tied off a light purple string bikini around her pelvis and torso.
Such types of clothing were prohibited by her mother, and Bailey barely managed to buy the cheap bikini by quickly running over to a local clothing shop. The whole incident was thrilling to her; she felt like a spy on an important mission.
Bailey then slipped on a pair of jeans and a white tank top. She grinned lightly - the provocative feel of the bikini against her skin felt wonderful in comparison to the usual loose and saggy underclothing that her mother provided for her. She then pulled on a long sleeved and buttoned blouse. Even though it was summer, her mother expected Bailey to have minimal skin showing.
“Breakfast!” Susan hollered towards Bailey’s room. The obedient girl snapped to her feet and marched towards the dining room table. She sat down on her appropriate chair and softly scoffed at the healthy but uneasy food that her mother prepared.
She slowly ate the grub, and continued to ponder about how she would encounter her mom. “Should I act stern and just, or should I beg?” Bailey thought, wiping her mouth clean. She took the dishes to the kitchen and cleaned them, a chore that was now turned into a habit. Finally, after drying her hands off, her mother stormed into the kitchen.
“What is this young lady?” Susan yelled, holding out the unfolded speech in her hand. Bailey was completely taken off guard. She knew her mother pried into her room from time to time, but never thought she would closely look at her belongings.
“Um..Mother...I want to go out to a pool party,” the trembling girl stammered. “I’m going to college soon and I really think it’s time that I have some freedom.” Susan then walked over to a trash bin and ripped the speech paper in half before tossing it inside. “I..uh... really want to go,” Bailey stuttered, shocked to see her mother’s volatile reaction.
Susan crossed her hands: “And how do you think you’re going to get there?” she sneered. “Some...friends are picking me up at the school,” Bailey stated, trying to act calm. “And what are you doing for lunch?” Susan scoffed, glaring intensely at her daughter. “There’s a restaurant nearby that we’ll eat at later,” she quickly said, putting a hand into her pocket.
“What are you wearing for this...pool party?” Susan questioned, now leaning forward with acrimony. “Just this – jeans and this top,” Bailey lied, pointing weakly towards her clothing. Her mother squinted her eyes and gave a hard look over her daughter. “I don’t believe you,” Susan declared stubbornly. “Take off your clothes.”
Bailey was stunned. There was no way she would get out of this one, and she lied to her mother too! Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse in front of Susan to reveal her tank top. She turned around embarrassingly with her butt facing her mother and unzipped her jeans. Bailey could hear her mother’s soft cries of anguish as she slid her jeans down her elegant legs, revealing the skimpy, purple, string tied underwear that she had tied on herself.
The frightened girl then pulled the white tank top off of her, revealing the matching purple swimming bikini that her mother so furiously prohibited. “Unbelievable! Turn around! ” Susan shouted angrily. Bailey slowly turned around and put her arms over the scanty material. “You were going to go out...IN THIS?!” She screamed, clearly becoming crazy.
“Come here,” Susan ordered, gripping Bailey’s arm firmly. The enraged mother tugged Bailey with her, leading her towards the basement. The eighteen year old clumsily followed behind; small tears began to form around the corners of her eyes. Susan, with her hand still gripped on Bailey, swung the basement door open and turned on the dilapidated lights that flooded the dim room.
As they walked down the wooden stairs, Bailey could make out a large, black punching bag through her foggy eyes. It was moderately heavy from the last time she recalled, and it hung just above two feet off the ground by chains connected to the hard ceiling. There were also old boxes along the walls of the room, leaving a few feet of space around the hanging bag.
“Put your back to it,” Susan commanded, lightly pushing Bailey towards the punching bag. The obedient girl did as she was told and stopped for a moment to realize how dirty her bare feet were getting from walking on the filthy, concrete floor. Turning around, her shoulder blades pressed against the black surface behind her, and she was standing tall enough so that her butt was positioned at the very bottom of the punching bag.
As Susan busily snatched tools from around the basement room, Bailey focused on herself, trying to gather up the strength that she so desired. She wiped the tears from her eyes and cleared her throat; she didn’t want to lose her dignity. After all, it was what she was fighting for in the first place.
“Hold your arms up,” Susan ordered sternly, now standing directly behind the punching bag. Bailey, with her arms covering her purple bikini, was hesitant at first as she wanted to rebel against her mother. However, the thought of what her mother might do to her if she disobeyed overpowered her thoughts of defiance. She lifted her arms up weakly, and her mother snatched her right wrist aggressively.
Bailey felt the touch of leather cuffs sliding over her wrists. “No! Not this mother!” Bailey cried, realizing her intentions. The innocent girl knew her wrists were being bound; it was not the first time her mother had tied her up. In previous years, whenever Bailey had done something wrong, she had been put in to timeout, which usually involved bondage as her mother didn’t want her to cheat the punishment.
“Shush,” Susan abruptly hushed, buckling up the wrist cuff in place. The inside of the cuff itself wasn’t that uncomfortable being that it was soft leather padded with foam. In addition, the cuff was more of a cuff for the hand rather than the wrist. The cuff even had grips for fingers to curl around.
“And now your other hand,” the devious mother proclaimed, slipping another cuff around her daughter’s left wrist. “Please! I’m sorry!” Bailey pled, feeling the cuff buckles tighten. She tried to pull off the cuff around her right wrist using only her fingers, but the leather material was already fastened tightly.
“Keep your arms up,” Susan demanded, finishing up the buckle of the wrist cuff. The weak girl could feel her arm muscles dwindling from holding her arms up, and therefore, had mixed thoughts when her mother linked a rope to the D ring located at the palm of her right cuff. “Stop it! I’ll be better! Please!” Bailey now begged, tugging weakly at her wrists, frightened that her mother would retaliate against her protests.
Nonetheless, Susan pulled hard on the rope and easily overcame Bailey’s futile resistance. This brought the eighteen year old’s right hand to the top of the punching bag. The strict mother then wrapped the rope several times around the punching bag’s chain that hooked to the ceiling. And finally, she then brought the other end of the chain towards the D ring on her daughter’s left wrist cuff, making sure that her left hand was also positioned at the top of the punching bag.
“Not like this!” Bailey cried, shaking her upright arms in protest. Fortunately for her, she still had quite some slack and was able to put both of her dirty feet fully on the ground. However, as the bound girl looked down over her body, she felt uneasy to find her skin more exposed than usual.
“There we go,” Susan satisfyingly declared, wiping her hands to express the hard work she had supposedly completed. She swung around to the front of the punching bag to get a view. Much to Susan’s surprise, Bailey had grown faster than she would have thought. Her face was beautiful, grown to full shape. Her breasts, from her arms being held upwards, thrust out and pressed against her scanty purple bikini.
“Now, I want you to say out loud: “I will not lie”, for as long as you’re here until I decide to let you go,” Susan ordered. Bailey cringed at the idea, and decided to finally make her stand. “No, I will not,” Bailey sternly replied, her eyes gleaming with a sense of confidence. Susan widened her eyes in shock: “Oh? You will not?”
She began to stride around Bailey slowly as if she was interrogating a prisoner. “You’re not in a position to defy me,” she sneered - “Maybe you can kiss goodbye all the clothes that I buy for you.” Suddenly, Bailey bolted her gaze towards Susan: “I don’t even like the clothes,” she retorted. “And all the food I give you!” Susan further stated. Bailey stuck out her tongue in disgust: “I hate your food!” she cried.
“Then say goodbye to your college tuition,” Susan finally declared. Bailey shook with anger. “I don’t even care anymore! You are such a bad mother! You always force me to do chores, and homework, and anything you want! I just wanted to go out and now you do this to me! I wish you just died along with dad!” Bailey roared, tears beginning to swell up in her eyes once again.
Susan stood in place, listening intently and with an expression of surprise. “Bailey...I am so disappointed,” she softly spoke, shaking her head. “All this...for a pool party!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands wildly in the air. “Just look at you! You look just like those...“other” girls. Wearing nothing at all!” She poked Bailey’s side as she said this, and was startled to see Bailey’s mouth form a small smirk for a mere moment.
A cruel idea crept into the mother’s head. “And you lied to me too! You thought I wouldn’t catch you wearing this bikini? Next time think again!” Susan announced, poking Bailey’s other side. Sure enough, the stretched teen couldn’t help but to smile weakly, letting out a breath of air simultaneously. “Now you’re laughing at me are you,” Susan taunted, referring to Bailey’s involuntary reactions.
“No! Stop poking me there!” Bailey protested, shifting her feet in anxiety. To her surprise, she then began to feel five fingers gliding over the side of her tummy, followed by another set of fingers along the other side. “Hahahaha! Stop!” She cried, using what slack she had to move away from the ticklish touch. Susan had little trouble following Bailey’s petty movements though as she pried her fingers into her sensitive flesh.
Bailey was now a begging, bound, helpless girl who laughed uncontrollably. “Hahahaha!” She screeched, now jumping up and down hysterically. Susan began to smile, feeling a fire for life that had been extinguished so long ago. She enjoyed inflicting the ticklish torture, and the laughter and cries for mercy came as melody to her ears.
Fortunately for Bailey, her mother soon stopped the tickling. “No more...please,” she panted, slumping back against the punching bag. Susan eyed Bailey up and down, deciding where to attack next. “Well, since you didn’t accept the punishment before, looks like you’re going to have to deal with this new punishment.” She chimed, wiggling her fingers delightedly.
“Ohhh! Nooooahahaha!” Bailey screamed as she felt her mother’s fingers delve into her naked and stretched arm pits. She had rarely been touched there before, and the feeling of nonstop tickling in those hollow places made her go bonkers. “Please! Hahahaha!” she begged, twisting vigorously from side to side. Nonetheless, the devilish mother continued to tickle her slender pits, enjoying the torture in contrast to Bailey hating it.
Susan would occasionally stop the spider tickling of her daughter’s armpits and glide her fingers delicately over the sensitive flesh. Even this brought Bailey into a senseless fit of giggles. “I can’t! Hahaha! I’m too...hehehe! Ticklishahahaha!” Bailey stammered while laughing, twitching her restricted figure desperately.
Susan then rotated herself in front of Bailey. She brought her fingers towards Bailey’s slim tummy and the raven haired girl went wild. “Hahahaha!” She screamed, struggling wildly. She could feel the fingers probe from the bottom of her rib cage down to the skin above her bikini bottom.
“Pleasahhaha!” Bailey yelped, bouncing her back against the punching bag. As Bailey’s stomach was tickled with one expert hand, Susan reached around her and undid her bikini strap. The helpless girl bounced back against the punching bag, this time with the absent feeling of the bikini tie between her shoulder blades.
Susan grinned at Bailey’s surprised reaction as she saw the purple bikini bra slide away from her milky breasts. “Put it back on mother!” Bailey managed to cry as Susan stopped the tummy tickling. “Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into,” Susan teased, picking up the bra off of the ground: “I told you to never wear these things. They’re just so fragile!”
Bailey’s heart began to pound as she saw her mother throw the purple bra off to the side. Her breasts were now on full display. She had never revealed her grown breasts to anyone before, and even displaying them to her mother felt completely embarrassing. “Is this what you wanted? To go to that party like this?” Susan mocked, pointing straight at her daughter’s chest.
“You took it off of me!” Bailey roared back. Susan simply shook her head and walked out of sight of the angry girl. Bailey looked up; she wanted to rip her arms from the chains and cover her bare boobs, but her mother’s restraints were impossible to get out of. “Just let me go!” She cried, now struggling from side to side to see where her mother walked off to.
Bailey took this time to genuinely struggle; she yanked against her wrist restraints and twisted herself over and over again to see if she could break the chains. After several failed attempts, she then tried to lift her feet towards her wrists, but she was no gymnast, and had trouble finding the power to even lift her legs past her waist!
“Please... just release me,” she begged, finally giving up her struggles. “I’ll do whatever chores or punishment that you want, just let me go...” she whined. After a break of silence she heard the soft footsteps of her mother. For a moment Bailey thought she had won her mother over, but was stunned as a black rubber ball gag flashed before her eyes.
“What...mmph, mmmmmmmm,” Bailey groaned as she was too slow to react. The black rubber ball had slipped into her wet mouth, and before she could push it off with her tongue, Susan buckled the strap tightly behind her neck below her hair. “Mmmph!” She grunted once more, experimenting with the new device that completely made her speechless.
“I’ve heard enough talk out of you,” Susan sneered, presenting herself in front of the stupefied Bailey. “Mmmph. Arggharghmm,” the eighteen year old tried to talk, garbling into the ball gag instead. “Besides...you said that you’ll do whatever punishment that I want. So...don’t be a liar,” she giggled, poking Bailey’s sensitive side.
The speechless girl squealed, and as Susan hovered her hands towards her tummy, Bailey leaned back against the punching bag, pushing the heavy object backwards. Her mother’s fingers eventually found their way to her tummy, and she released her hold on the bag, allowing the bag to push against her back, moving her forward. As she strutted from place to place, her free breasts jiggled along with her, and to Susan’s amusement, she tried her best to hide her glorious melons.
“Hahaha!” Bailey laughed with muffled giggles, continuing to seek different routes to avoid Susan’s prying fingers. The helpless girl would push against the punching bag, and moments later the punching bag would push against her. This caused her to swing back and forth, praying on physics to help her in the dire situation. Nonetheless, her mother’s fingers stuck to her body like glue, wiggling against her exposed skin.
“Hehehe! Hahaha!” Bailey cackled as Susan’s fingers found their way back to her armpits. She lost the energy to push against the punching bag, and was left powerless as her mother launched an assault on her sensitive pits. “Hahahahahaha!” She screamed, now kicking wildly with her feet. The crazy girl managed to kick her mother right on the pelvis, knocking her slightly back.
“Ooph!” Susan grunted, having to stop herself from falling down. “I think it’s time we do something about those legs,” she declared, moving towards her equipment stash. Her half-naked daughter was too busy enduring the aftermath of the armpit tickling to hear what she said, and was half oblivious to the leather cuff Susan quickly buckled on her right ankle.
“Mmmrph, starghh!” Bailey finally grunted as she felt her right lower leg being lifted. Susan had managed to tie off a long thread of rope around the D ring located at the back of Bailey’s ankle. She then hooked the rope through the punching bag’s vertical chain that was connected to the ceiling. “This’ll keep you from kicking,” Susan said smugly, pulling down on the rope.
The raven haired girl tried to keep her right leg straightened out, but her mother’s pull was too strong. Her ankle was lifted up slowly and her leg gradually bended back until her heel touched the outside of her butt. “Oohhh, awrghh!” Bailey whined, now hopping on just her left foot.
Susan finally tied off the rope to the chain, effectively binding her daughter’s right leg. “There we go.” She hushed, putting her hands on Bailey’s waist. The bound girl jerked at the sensitive touch, and moaned against her rubber gag. “Look at these dirty feet!” She exclaimed, moving her hands towards her daughter’s upturned foot.
“Oarghh!” Bailey grunted as she felt the delicate touch of Susan’s hands. Within a moment, Bailey was turned into a screaming, babbling, helpless girl as her mother drew her nails over her bare arches. “Hahaha!” She laughed heartily, hopping clumsily on her left leg. Her breasts jiggled from side to side just as much as her right foot was as she twisted her ankle furiously to avoid her mother’s wicked fingers.
The helpless girl could no longer push the punching bag to her advantage without her right foot, and she was left immobile to suffer the cruel torture. “Pleahahha!” She cried, muffled by the black gag. Susan continued to tickle her foot, scratching and gliding her fingernails over Bailey’s dirty arch and sole. “Hehehe,” Susan began to giggle, lost in the moment and excitement.
Eventually, the cruel mother stopped the foot tickling, and went to her stash of equipment. “Pleah, heha, no moh,” Bailey mumbled, barely wobbling on her left limb. She jolted as she felt Susan fix an ankle cuff around her last remaining limb. Kicking and screaming, the bound girl could only hope as her mother slipped a new length of rope through the D ring positioned along her heel.
However, to Bailey’s surprise, she felt the restriction of her right leg loosen, and she was able to uncurl her right leg until the bound limb straightened out. “Mmrrphh,” she let out a sigh of relief as she pressed her tickled foot back down on the dirty floor. “Maybe she’ll release me now,” she thought naively.
Then, to her amazement, she felt both her lower legs being lifted by her ankles. “Noooh!” She hoarsely cried under her gag, feeling her weight pull on her arms. Susan, smiling and excited, continued to pull down on the two ropes on Bailey’s ankles that were now connected to the punching bag’s chain. She pulled and pulled, tightening up Bailey’s body by pulling up her lower legs each leg was completely bent. This allowed her butt to press hard against the bottom of the punching bag.
“Argahh!” Bailey cried in disbelief, now completely suspended in bondage. Her naked breasts thrust out more than ever from her arms being pulled taut above her, and her slender stomach curved beautifully from her legs being drawn back.
Furthermore, her knees pointed towards the filthy floor, forcing her bare feet parallel to the ceiling. Her feet were separated just one foot from each other, allowing her thighs to naturally split apart from the tug of the ropes. Susan licked her lips as she looked at Bailey’s delicious wiggling toes from behind.
Despite her lust to begin her tickling, Susan continued to employ her bondage ideas as she slid the leather brown belt from her jeans and held it just below her daughter’s belly button. The clever mother wrapped the belt around the front of Bailey’s waist and around the punching bag behind her, effectively securing the eighteen year old’s midsection to the heavy object.
“Noohh pleahh!” Bailey groaned, feeling the belt tighten across her waist. Her butt squeezed harder on to the punching bag, and the tension around her tummy removed the strain from her arms. The cruel mother buckled the belt in place, and spun the punching bag around, forcing her suspended daughter to face her.
“Look at you now,” Susan teased, running her eyes over the vulnerable girl. “Mmmph, phhh,” Bailey grunted in distress, sucking back the saliva from the wet ball gag. She grunted once more as her mother spun her around again; she felt like a hanging sack of meat!
Susan pushed the punching bag forward, forcing Bailey’s body along with it. She let go of the heavy bag, and pushed it back and forth like a swing. Bailey jerked in her bondage, feeling helpless to the suspension that held her so tightly. The warm air rushed over her body and she felt so naked...so exposed.
Finally, Susan allowed the punching bag to settle into place. “Let’s tickle these feet, shall we?” she suggested, wiggling her fingers over Bailey’s curled up toes. The eighteen year old struggled desperately, trying her best to twist her feet away from Susan, but her restraints kept her bare feet facing upwards towards the ceiling. “Hahaahaha!” She then screamed in muffled laughter as Susan’s fingers came down on both feet.
The bound girl tried to kick her legs and pump her fists, but found that she was incapable of such small movement. The feeling of helplessness took control over her, and she could feel that even though she couldn’t move on the outside, something stirred from within her as she thrust her muscles. “Hehehe! Stahh!” She cried, jerking in vain against the unmoving restraints.
Susan continued to tickle Bailey’s feet, delighting herself with the playful toes. The teen girl wiggled against her restraints, and would’ve opened her mouth wide with laughter if the ball gag wasn’t already keeping it open. “Hahahaha! Ahh!” She screeched, trying to scream her way out of the tickling.
Finally, Susan decided to let her poor daughter rest, and twisted the punching bag back around so that the two girls were facing one another. Susan widened her eyes in surprise, a similar reaction to Bailey’s as they both looked down at the teenager’s nipples. The dark brown suckers were erect, sticking out like little buttons.
An embarrassing moment crawled by before the bewildered mother decided to respond. “So..you take pleasure out of this do you?” She growled, shifting her tone into anger. “Mmm, mmm!” Bailey moaned, shaking her head furiously from side to side. Susan brought her finger to Bailey’s bare tummy. “I don’t believe you, you little liar,” she taunted, delicately sifting her fingernail on the sensitive skin.
“Heheh!” Bailey giggled involuntarily, clenching her eyes. “Don’t worry, I have the perfect thing for horny girls like you,” Susan teased, walking away from the hanging girl. Bailey breathed in deeply, heaving up and down helplessly as her mother walked upstairs out of the basement.
The bound girl tried desperately to free herself, yanking at her wrists and pulling down on her feet. However, the restraints held tight on to her, forcing her into her vulnerable position. “Mmmph,” she moaned pathetically, twisting her body as much as she could. She couldn’t believe her nipples had gotten hard; it had rarely happened before to her.
Bailey stopped her futile struggles as she heard the creaking of the basement stairs. Her mother briskly walked down the steps, shutting the door behind her. Bailey was unfortunately facing the entrance and could see her captivator striding down slowly. The wait was unbearable for her, and her curiosity sparked as she saw her mother holding something behind her.
“What’ve you been up to while I was gone?” Susan joked, walking up to her suspended daughter. From her back she produced two wooden clothing pins that her daughter used to hang up wet clothes. Bailey was ignorant of why Susan brought them, but grunted deeply as her mother opened up a pin and inched it near her right nipple.
“Ahhhh!” She roared, feeling the sharp pain in her nipple as the clothing pin clamped on her perky tit. Susan grinned at her reaction, and took advantage of Bailey’s moment of pain by clamping the other clothing pin to her left nipple. “Owwwwahhh pleahhh!” the eighteen year old cried, gripping her restraints tighter than ever.
“This is what hard-nippled girls deserve,” Susan smirked, flicking the clothing pin lightly. Bailey yelped in response, and soon calmed herself down as the pain began to settle. The clothing pins had the effect of heightening her body senses, and it kept her nipples in a constant state of arousal.
Bailey was shocked as her mother spun the punching bag around so that her body was facing away. Without hesitating the lustful mother dug her fingers on the sides of Bailey’s breasts. “Hahahha!” she shrieked, overcome by laughter. Susan’s tickling not only caused ticklish sensations, but the torture near Bailey’s breasts caused her boobs to jiggle lightly. This irked the pins clamped to her tits, creating a continuous and uneasy pain on the hard nipples.
“Nohh Mohh ahahaha!” Bailey cried, experiencing a mixture of both agony and ticklish torture. The bucking girl writhed against the hard restraints, trying to loosen up her tight body. Susan was relentless though, not stopping a single moment during her tickle onslaught. “Hahahaha!” Bailey continued to laugh, biting hard onto the ball gag.
As Susan wiggled her left hand fingers back and forth, she subtlety brought her right hand towards Bailey’s right hip and undid the string tie on the bikini underwear. “You won’t need these anymore,” she cooed, bringing her right hand back to the side of Bailey’s torso. “Hahahaha!” The poor girl laughed, unaware of her mother’s actions.
Susan then tugged on the left side of the bikini underwear as she tickled Bailey with her right hand, allowing the purple piece of cloth to slip off from her privates. “There we go,” Susan hushed, stopping the unbearable tickling. Bailey breathed deeply, drooping her head down. She jolted in shock as she saw the scanty piece of clothing lying on the dirty floor.
The eighteen year old couldn’t believe this was happening. Worse off, she had developed a large bush over the years and was afraid it would show when she wore the bikini to the party, so she had decided to shave herself yesterday night. She completely closed her thighs, tugging against the ropes around her ankles as her mother swung around in front of her and picked up the underwear.
Bailey hoped that her mother wouldn’t notice her shaved mound as the woman stood up to get a good look at the naked girl. “So this is how you wanted to go to the pool party, right?” Susan claimed, looking everywhere at Bailey but her eyes. “You wanted to strip to your birthday suit, dive right in, and show off your hard nipples to the boys, didn’t you?”
Bailey was aghast at what she was hearing. She shook her head vigorously, trying to rid the thought of the scenarios out of her mother’s head. “And what about here?” Susan teased, dragging her finger down towards Bailey’s pelvis. The bound girl jerked at the touch, giggling squeamishly like a child. “Open your thighs,” Susan commanded.
Bailey’s heart dropped. She knew she was done for, but she held on to what strength she had left as she kept her thighs clenched tight. “Trust me...you don’t want to play like that,” Susan taunted, running her finger along Bailey’s side as she walked behind her. She then gripped each of Bailey’s knees and pulled her arms apart, spreading her daughter’s thighs along in the process.
“Nohhh!” Bailey moaned, fighting helplessly against her mother’s pull. Surely enough, her mother ripped her thighs apart until her mound was entirely exposed. Bailey could then feel her mother kneel below her, inspecting the area that was no longer “private”.
“I knew it!” Susan declared. “My daughter is a complete slut. And this is freshly shaven too!” Susan cried, letting go of Bailey’s knees. The restrained girl immediately closed her thighs, flushed about the entire situation. She closed her eyes, hoping this was all a bad dream.
“I’ll be back in a moment. You just hang there and think about what you’ve done,” Susan jeered, walking up the basement stairs. And Bailey did just that. She hung bare and naked, strung up to the punching bag, with her breasts free and mouth gagged.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she thought. “If only I never asked her to go out. I should’ve told her I was going somewhere else!” The whole idea of being tied up and tickled by her mother made her feel uneasy. And the pressure on her nipples didn’t make anything better.
As quick as she had left, Susan returned to the basement, swiftly gliding down the stairs. “So this is what you used,” Susan pronounced, turning Bailey around to face her. The cruel mother held out a metallic razor for Bailey to see. The eighteen year old had bought the razor prior to her adventure of buying the bikini. It was much more expensive than she expected.
“I already told you...you should never shave that area. But you don’t listen do you?” Susan shook her head, mocking her daughter. “And...oh. Look at this!” She declared, pushing a small button on the shaver. Bailey could hear a buzzing sound erupt from the small device. She had no idea what it was; she thought it was just a regular shaver!
Bailey’s curiosity was quenched as Susan ran the smooth curved end of the shaver through her armpit. The vibrations exerted from the device tingled against her skin, and she laughed uncontrollably as a result: “Hahahaha!” she roared within her gag, resuming her futile struggles. Susan slowly brought the razor down Bailey’s body until it was just above her pussy.
“Owhh gahhh!” Bailey moaned as the razor ran down her clit. “Now look how exposed you made yourself” Susan giggled, holding the razor at her clit. Bailey bucked hard against the punching bag; the buzzing of the vibrator over her pussy exerted pleasure that she had never known existed.
Susan realized that her daughter enjoyed the situation. Using one hand to hold the vibrating shaver against her daughter’s pussy, Susan ran her delicate fingers along Bailey’s bent legs. “Hahahah, oahh!” The bound girl cried, now having to deal with the tickling in addition to the pleasure of her clit.
The mixture of these sensations sent her flying. “Mmmmmmahaha!” She gurgled, closing and opening her thighs in ecstasy. Susan continued to spider tickle her tender thighs, smiling eagerly as she watched her daughter squirm. “I know you use this little toy to play with yourself, don’t you?” The mother teased, rubbing the vibrating device lightly against Bailey’s exposed pussy.
The eighteen year old was bewildered by the strange feelings running through her body, and moaned deeply to express her pleasurable reactions. “Are you getting wet?” Susan smirked, tickling her bare feet with her free hand. Bailey couldn’t even understand what her mother was saying, but her pussy was clearly wet, as a drop of liquid oozed down the buzzing shaver.
“Ohh gahh!” She cried, feeling her arousal graduate higher and higher. Within moments she was breathing deeply and moaning loudly. “Huhh, huhh, pleahh ahaha!” She cried, bucking wildly against her restraints. Her mind turned blank, she closed her eyes. She felt an explosive urge surge down to her pussy.
Just as she was ready to explode, Susan clicked off the vibrator and set it down. “Noahh!” Bailey groaned, twisting helplessly in her bondage. The cruel mother then stood up behind the hanging girl and drew her fingers over her delicate skin. “Haahahahaaha!” Bailey screamed as her sides were once again tickled.
Susan was merciless, digging her fingers into the helpless, bound girl. She moved her way down until she was tickling Bailey’s inner thighs. The giggling girl thrust her thighs in and out to protest, jerking against the tight restraints. “Hehehe!” She shrieked as Susan quickly moved back up to her sensitive armpits.
Bailey swung her long black hair from side to side as she felt her armpits explode with ticklish sensations. Tears of laughter began to form on the corners of her clenched eyes. Susan then brought her fingers to Bailey’s upturned feet and tickled her vulnerable arches. “Hahahahaha!” Bailey cried, overcome by the nonstop tickling of her entire body.
After what seemed like ages of hopelessly twisting her feet, Bailey then felt the tickle torture stop all together. “I don’t think you deserve it,” Susan jeered, picking up the shaver. “Awe-eee-oooo,” Bailey mumbled, desperately trying to say “I do”. She was surprised that she knew what her mother was talking about, and even more surprised that she wanted it so bad. But all thoughts of dignity and respect were lost to the throbbing of her desiring pussy.
Bailey heard a ripping sound and jolted lightly as she felt a cold object press against her bare right foot. “Don’t worry, I’ve got toys of my own too,” Susan grinned as she wrapped her very own metallic razor to Bailey’s foot with tape. There was a small click and Bailey giggled as she felt her foot buzz with ticklishness.
The bound girl tried to shake the razor off, but the tape held it firm to her dirty foot. Susan then began to wrap another metallic razor to Bailey’s other foot. “Mmmahaha Stahhh!” The naked girl tried to protest, but felt hopeless as she felt Susan finish unwinding the tape. The devilish mother clicked on the vibrator and Bailey cracked up in laughter as she felt the buzzing sensation run through her left foot.
As the two shavers vibrated and tickled her feet, Bailey looked down in surprise to see her metallic razor being taped over her pussy. Susan made sure to place the shaver directly over her daughter’s clit before taping it down firmly. Bailey jerked in joy as the shaver’s vibrator was clicked on. “Mmmm!” She moaned in satisfaction.
Susan stepped back and watched as the three razors buzzed away at Bailey’s naked body. The bound girl writhed happily, giggling away in mixed sensations as the vibrator engulfed her pussy.
Susan then unclipped both of the clothing pins off of her hard brown nipples. “Ahhhh!” She groaned in agony, but quickly renewed her lustful moans. Her mother then walked up the stairs and exited the room, and ironically, Bailey finally felt a sense of privacy where she could enjoy herself.
“Hehehe!” She giggled gleefully as her feet tingled with sensitivity. The burning sensation of her pussy overcame the tickling of her feet though, and she began to moan into her gag. “Ohhh, ohhh!” She grunted, twisting weakly in her bondage.
She felt herself building up in ecstasy again, but the buzzing of the shaver over her pussy seemed to weaken. The eighteen year old closed her eyes and began to grind her butt against the punching bag, relishing the pleasure erupting from her clit. “Mmmmmhhh,” she cried, feeling a storm taking shape.
The vibrators on Bailey’s feet felt like they were tickling her more, but it was the shaver on her pussy waning in battery that was the issue. “Mmm, hehe,” she uttered, feeling her body weaken as an orgasm began to drive her. For a moment, she trembled against her restraints, allowing the vibrations to sieze control over her.
“Mmmmm, yes!” Bailey croaked, now arching her back as she felt ready to explode. Just as she expected the last moment of vibrations to unlock the juices of her pussy, the shaver died out and no longer buzzed. “Nooo! Pleasee!” She cried, bucking her butt as hard as ever against the punching bag. She searched and searched for one last touch, one last sensation to throw her over the edge.
However, Bailey found nothing. The shaver she had bought at the store decided to run out on her at the last second. It was tragic. “Arggghhhhh!” she screamed, struggling hard against her restraints. Her breasts swayed from side to side and her thighs opened and closed rapidly, but the restraints held the naked girl in place.
Bailey relaxed her body and breathed deep, and the tickling of her feet began to occupy her mind. The low buzzing sound and the continuous tingle irritated her. “Hehehe!” She started to giggle. The thought that she had no control over the vibrators also played tricks on her mind, heightening the tickling sensation of her dirty feet.
“Hahahaha!” She shrieked even harder, pulling uselessly against her bondage. Her brown nipples stood hard, and she felt flushed from all of her futile attempts to struggle. Within a few minutes, she learned that the best thing to do was to remain motionless while the vibrators tortured her feet.
Bailey thought her mother would come down to rescue her, but it took two hours for Susan to finally unbind her. Within those hours, Bailey finally understood the commanding power of her mother, and learned to never challenge her again.
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I wanna read this but...so...much...orange. 
