Looking for Old Story: Guttergaunt

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Does anyone remember this series of stories? It featured a young woman whose larger friends liked to torment her with tickles (and spanks in the first one). The character and writer might have been named Lacey? Lilah? Would love it if someone still has this.

 

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10 years later. I hold the only copy. Leila supposedly ran off to a runner according to the site.

This story has ... haunted me ever since I read it. I was watching on guttergaunt forever for more but this is it.

Of all the stories I have ever read that claimed to be true, this one has the best ring of truth.

I hate the ... addiction I have. Sorry for pointing it out but for some of us nofap is a necessity. Right now I would say I'm in relapse. 🙂 But I love yall. Tk has gone from obscure alt.fetish.sex.tickling to mainstream big time.

Enjoy.





My First Time Tied Up

A True Tale of Teen Torment

© 2004 by Lila



Mary, Lisa, and Michelle were my three best friends in high school. From sometime early in our sophomore year, the four of us were an inseparable little mini-clique. All three of them were taller than me (I was only 5’3†back then, and, damn it, I’m still only 5’3â€). All three of them were fairly athletic, compared to me (though you didn’t have to be any kind of major jock to be more athletic than wimpy little me).

Michelle was richer than the rest of us. She lived with her divorced mom in a really nice house with a swimming pool, and her mom was away on business about half the time, so we all spent a lot of time at that house, and slept over there several times a month (the rest of our parents weren’t quite clear on the fact that Michelle’s mom usually wasn’t home while we were there, and we somehow never got around to mentioning it).

We were having one of those unsupervised sleepovers at Michelle’s. It was one of the early ones, sometime in the winter of our sophomore year. We were all in our pajamas, hanging out on Michelle’s bed. Unlike the rest of us, who had regular little one-girl beds, Michelle had an unbelievably luxurious queen-sized bed, which had been passed on to her by her mom when her mom got an even better bed. It was super-soft, and it had a brass frame with plenty of handy vertical bars at head and foot.

We were having one of those giggling sleepover gossip sessions, and I kept teasing Mary about a boy she had a crush on. I was really getting to her, too. Mary blushed easily, and I’d made the exciting discovery that I could get her to blush just by mentioning the boy’s name. Every few minutes, I’d find some way to insert him into the conversation again, so that we could all tease her about it. Finally, while I was making some lewd suggestions about how she could get his attention, she put her hands on her hips and did the best “angry mom†imitation she could muster while blushing, saying, “Now that’s quite enough of that, young lady. One more word and you’ll be getting a spanking.â€

Naturally, I responded with the suggestion that maybe she’d like it if I could get the boy in question to give her a spanking.

“You asked for it,†she yelled, and lunged across the bed at me. I hadn’t thought she was really going to do it, so her lunge caught me by surprise and I ended up flat on my back with her on top of me. She tried to manhandle (girlhandle?) me into a spankable position, but I fought back furiously. All four of us, of course, were giggling uncontrollably the whole time, which made everything that much more clumsy. While we were grappling, Mary put her knee in my solar plexus (not trying to hurt me, that’s just where her knee ended up somehow). That, combined with the giggling, made me unable to breathe for a moment, and I panicked and bit her arm.

“Aah! She’s biting!†Mary shrieked, “Help me hold her down!†Lisa and Michelle gleefully accepted the invitation, and pretty soon I had all three of them on me. They soon found that, though they could keep me trapped under them, they couldn’t hold me still or keep me from periodically managing to kick a foot free or get my mouth near enough one of them to bite. “Damn,†said Michelle, “She’s a little wildcat.â€

“We’re going to have to tie her down,†said Lisa, thus sealing my fate and forever changing my life.

I redoubled my thrashing, and hollered and cursed up a blue streak, while the three of them set about tying me. None of them had any experience, so it was a long and difficult process of trial and error, but eventually they worked out a system, where Mary would take care of sitting on me and immobilizing me as much as possible, Michelle would get hold of a wrist or ankle with both hands and hold it in place at a corner of the bed, and Lisa would secure said wrist or ankle to the bedframe using the longest socks she could find in Michelle’s sock drawer. After an epic struggle, I found myself spreadeagled face down on the bed, panting, disheveled, exhausted, tightly stretched out, and securely bound hand and foot.

My captors stepped back from the bed to survey their handiwork. It must have only been for several seconds, but they were very long and suspenseful seconds for me. Tied tightly face down as I was, I couldn’t see where my friends were or what they were doing. All that was in my field of vision were my own shoulders, and the big, fluffy pillows and blankets to either side of me. I could barely even manage to get a glimpse of my own bound wrists. I pulled and strained, trying to work myself free or at least get some slack, but Lisa had done a surprisingly thorough job with her knots, and I was helpless.

I guess that for their part, Mary, Lisa, and Michelle must have been momentarily stunned by the realization of their position. Many months later, when I finally got the chance to experience bondage as the tie-er instead of the tie-ee (a story for another time), I discovered that, when one finishes the tying and gazes down upon the helpless body of one’s victim, there is a moment where one is paralyzed by the sheer, awesome potential of the situation. It’s like staring at a winning lottery ticket in your hand. Of course, by the time I first had a hapless friend bound and at my mercy, I’d had months and months to fantasize about it already. Mary, Lisa, and Michelle, on the other hand, hadn’t thought about this in advance at all. Tying me up had been completely spontaneous (though from the timely way that she suggested it, and the impressive job she did with the knots, I’ve since come to suspect that Lisa had been fantasizing secretly along these lines for some time, and had been waiting, for who knows how long, for an opportunity like this to come her way). The point being that the reason they just stood there, not saying anything, for several seconds, was probably because they were struck dumb by the completely unexpected rush of power. Not even like winning the lottery, because people who play the lottery probably think a lot about what they’d do if they won. This was probably more like the bit in the first Harry Potter book where Harry finds out he’s a wizard. Like, “Oh my God, I can do magic?†Total shock. This was the same: “Oh, my God, we can do anything we want to her?â€

It was me, still tugging vainly against my bonds, who broke the silence by loudly demanding that they let me go. I was trying to sound tough and angry, but it came out a lot more nervous and high-pitched than I wanted it to.

My demands were answered by a chorus of wicked giggles from my captors, as they came back to sit on the bed to either side of my torso. I still couldn’t see them, except for fleeting glimpses of pajama-clad arms or torsos out of the corners of my eyes, but I could feel the shifts in the mattress every time they moved.

“Let you go?†Lisa said. “Hey guys, what do you think? Should we let her go?â€

“I don’t know,†Michelle said. “I think this could be pretty fun.†I may not have been able to see their faces, but I could hear the evil smiles in their voices.

“Yeah,†said Mary, “and besides, there’s still a little matter of a spanking...â€

"Noooo!!!†I screamed, and began pulling frantically against my bonds. Believe it or not, I’d been so caught up in struggling against being tied up, that I’d forgotten all about the spanking I had coming! “No! No no no! Fuck! Help! Let me go!†I screamed and struggled while Mary, Lisa, and Michelle sat around me on the bed and laughed. I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t even get enough slack to turn and look at them,or to make my little bottom a more difficult target. Damn, Lisa’s knots were good. The bitch! She must have been practicing! All I managed to do was exhaust myself all over again, not to mention managing to inflict a lot of damage on the skin of my wrists (it’s a good thing it wasn’t short-sleeve weather, because I had some pretty severe marks for a few days).

"Aww, poor little Lila,†Michelle taunted as I lay there panting hard. “Getting a little nervous there?â€

I was getting more than just a little nervous. I knew they had me. I was suddenly becoming acutely aware of my bottom, sticking up helplessly in the middle of the bed. I could feel every inch of skin on it. It suddenly seemed very sensitive and sort of tingly, like your face feels when you blush. My rapid, heavy breathing wasn’t just exhaustion, there was also a touch of fear (and, in retrospect, of course, there was also arousal... but I certainly couldn’t have identified it at the time, it just felt like a hint of panic).

"Lila’s getting a spa-anking,†Lisa sang.

"Um, guys?†I said meekly, wishing my voice wasn’t coming out quite so high and shaky. “Come on, guys, let me go, please? I’ve learned my lesson. Come on, Mary, I’m sorry, I take it back. Please?â€

There was a shifting of weight on the bed, and suddenly Mary was lying on her side across the head of the bed, leaning in over my left arm so that she was face-to-face with me. Lisa and Michelle quickly leaned in from the other side, so that suddenly the faces of all three of them were crowded into my field of vision, very close to me. Now that I could actually see their evil smiles, I was suddenly even more scared. I’d never seen any of them smile quite like that before.

Mary, who was supporting herself on one elbow, reached out with her other hand and brushed my disheveled hair out of my face. She kept her hand in my hair, which had the double effect of keeping it out of my face and forcing me to look at her. Funny how these gestures of dominance come so naturally to some people in the right situation (I use that hair trick whenever I can, now).

"What’s that?†Mary smiled. “You’re ready to apologize now?â€

“Yes!†I said. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I take it all back! I’ll never do it again! Please! I’m sorry!â€

“Hmm,†Mary said, “what do you think, guys? Is that a good enough apology?â€

“I don’t know,†Michelle grinned. “I think we can do a little better than that.â€

“Okay, Lila,†Mary said, “repeat after me: ‘Mary, I’m sorry that I behaved like the snotty little brat that I am.’â€

I felt my face flush, and I almost came back with something rude. But one look around at my captors’ smiles and I realized just how dire my situation was, and swallowed my pride quickly. My mouth had got me in enough trouble already. “Mary,†I said meekly, almost choking on each syllable, knowing that my face was probably turning bright red, “I’m sorry that I behaved like the snotty little brat that I am.â€

Mary’s smile got even wider. She was loving this. I hoped that was all, but Mary had more for me to repeat: “I swear that from now on I will be a good little girl, and not mouth off to my betters.â€

Burning with embarrassment, I meekly repeated every word, while Michelle and Lisa giggled.

“Thank you, Ma’am, for teaching me proper manners.â€

“Thank you, Ma’am,†I repeated, in almost a whisper, “for teaching me proper manners.â€

“You’re welcome,†Mary beamed. “I accept your apology. But just to make sure you’ve learned your lesson, I think you should get a spanking anyway.â€

“No!†I cried. I’d really thought they were going to let me go. I felt close to tears.

Michelle and Lisa laughed.

“Remember,†said Mary, “this is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me.†She playfully tousled my hair, and then disappeared from my field of vision.

Michelle also disappeared from my field of vision, heading back to sit on the other side of my torso from Mary.

Lisa leaned in even further towards my face, practically nose-to-nose with me, lying across my right arm. Putting one hand on either side of my flushed face, she pinched both my cheeks, hard. “Aww,†she cooed, “poor Lila.†She kissed me on the forehead. “Have fun,†she grinned, and then she, too, had moved back to where I couldn’t see her anymore.

I lay there, face-down and helpless, so furious and humiliated that I was near tears. I’d seen a side of my friends that I’d never seen before (and probably they hadn’t either) , and I knew now that I was in for it, that I was about to receive a painful and humiliating spanking, and that any effort I made to escape this fate would just add to my captors’ cruel amusement. I was determined to give them as little satisfaction as possible, to bear my torment as silently and stoically as I could.

Alas, this was not to be the case! Little did I suspect what was in store for me! Once again, I was underestimating the diabolical cruelty that their sudden power over me had awakened in my fiendish friends!

“Okay, Lila,†Mary said, “time for your punishment.†She placed her hand lightly on my left ass cheek, and my whole body jerked and tensed involuntarily. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. My captors laughed.

Mary lifted her hand off me, and I could feel her weight shift on the bed next to me as she prepared for the first blow, letting the tension build.

Could things get any worse for me? Yes, they could!

Suddenly Lisa said, “Wait!â€

Mary waited. The blow didn’t fall.

And then Lisa, that evil, evil bitch, said, “Wouldn’t it be more fun on her bare ass?â€

I heard them all giggle. There was a very short conversation among the three of them. Maybe they were working up the courage, egging each other on. I don’t know, because I was too busy struggling wildly again, shouting at the top of my lungs: “No! No! You bitch! No! Don’t you fucking dare! Fuck! I’ll get you for this!†And so on.

Maybe, if I’d just lain absolutely still and said nothing for a moment longer, maybe, just maybe, Michelle (whose house it was, after all) might have said, “No, maybe that’s a little too cruel,†thus putting some brakes on the momentum of the occasion. Maybe. Probably not, I guess. But anyway, my fresh show of outrage and defiance was probably the worst thing I could possibly have done, since it brought the excitement level back up and showed them there was still plenty of fun to be had with me.

As I struggled and shouted and cursed, my captors laughed evilly, and then one of them (I have no idea which) simply hooked her fingers under the sides of the waistband of my pajama bottoms, then felt around and got hold of my panties as well, and then easily slid both pajamas and panties down to just below the bottoms of my ass cheeks (which was as far as they’d easily slide, with my legs tied so wide apart).





As soon as I felt my bare bottom exposed, I stopped moving, stopped struggling, and stopped shouting. I was so humiliated I just froze. I was so very, very aware of my naked ass back there in the middle of the bed, the center of everyone’s attention, and of how completely powerless I was to cover it, to protect it, to shield it from their eyes or from whatever cruelties they chose to inflict upon it. I was also very, very aware that if I struggled at all now, I’d be treating them to the no-doubt-hilarious entertainment of watching my snow-white and not terribly firm ass wiggle around.

“Aww,†Lisa teased, “what a cute little bottom. So nice and white.â€

“It won’t be when we’re through with it,†Mary said.

“Oh, my God,†Michelle giggled. “We’re really going to spank her on her bare butt?â€

“Aww, poor little thing,†said Lisa.

“Oh, my God,†Michelle said again, “Look at her! She’s all tied up! She can’t fight back at all!â€

A ray of hope? Had Lisa taken things too far? Was Michelle taking pity on me? Would she make them spare me? I didn’t dare move or make a sound.

“Yeah,†said Lisa, “she’s totally in our power.â€

“Oh my God,†Michelle said. “This is so cool!â€

So much for pity.

“So, Lila,†Mary said, “are you ready for your punishment?â€

The humiliation of having my bottom bared had quite shaken my resolve to be stoic. “No... please...†I begged in a small voice.

My pitiless captors laughed cruelly, and then...

Whap! The palm of Mary’s hand came down hard on my naked bottom. It stung like hell! My whole body jerked as I gave a high-pitched cry of pain and surprise. My captors laughed again. Whap! A second blow, and I jerked again, crying out even louder. Whap! A third, and then a whole lot more, fast and hard, as Michelle and Lisa laughed at my frantic struggles and cries.

I don’t know how long Mary spanked me for. It probably was only a few minutes. After that first flurry of rapid blows, she slowed down, and discovered that the real fun lay in the timing, letting the suspense build, trying to catch me off-guard, or shifting her weight suddenly to make me cry out and jerk in anticipation when there was no blow coming. My distress, my cries, my flinching and struggling, were endlessly hilarious to them. For my part, I had tears in my eyes, both from the pain, and from the humiliation of knowing what a show I was putting on for them with my involuntary jerking and flinching.

Finally, after another long flurry of rapid blows that stung so much I had to bury my face in the blankets and bite them to stifle my cries, Mary gave me a last hard swat and said, “Well, Lila, have you learned your lesson yet?â€

“Yes!†I whimpered, “Yes! Please, I’ve learned my lesson, please don’t spank me anymore... please...â€

Michelle and Lisa giggled.

“Good girl,†Mary said, reaching over to pat me on the head.

“Boy, Lila, your little butt sure is red right now,†Michelle giggled. Then, after a couple of seconds, she asked, “You’re done spanking her?â€

“Yeah,†Mary said, “I guess so. I think she’s learned her lesson.â€

“Then it’s my turn!†Michelle exclaimed.

“What?†I squeaked. “No! Michelle! No... please don’t...â€

Once again, my pleas were greeted with cruel laughter and taunting. Michelle took her sweet time spanking me, pausing a long time between swats to let the suspense build, taunting and teasing me. It was all about the teasing for Michelle, all about enjoying her power to make me squirm. And squirm I did. Michelle wasn’t hitting that hard, but my poor bottom was already so sore from the working-over that Mary had given it, that even the lightest and most playful swats stung like hell and made me jerk and squeal. All the time she was spanking me, Michelle talked and joked, making little noises of mock sympathy when I cried out, telling me how red my butt was getting, scolding me for my futile flinching and struggling. Finally, she gave my stinging bottom a playful little pat and said, “Well, Lila, this sure has been fun, but I think it’s time to give Lisa her turn.â€

A jolt of terror shot through me, and I gave an involuntary whimper. It had been Lisa who had suggested tying me up in the first place, Lisa who had suggested baring my bottom. My poor little bottom was already burning and feeling swollen, I was already humiliated nearly to tears, and I suddenly had the terrible feeling that Lisa was going to be a lot harder on me than Mary and Michelle had been. I had a desperate impulse to beg the other two to protect me from Lisa, but of course I knew by now that begging would do me no good.

“Well, well, well,†Lisa said slowly. “All that spanking, and tough little Lila hasn’t started crying yet. I bet I can make her cry.†Then she started spanking me. Not quick flurries of blows like Mary had given me, or the teasing swats that I’d got from Michelle, but a steady, relentless series of firm, well-aimed smacks that went on and on, without pause or pity.

In less than a minute, to my utter humiliation, I was sobbing and bawling uncontrollably as tears poured down my cheeks.

“That’s better,†Lisa said with great satisfaction, and then she went right back to spanking me. I don’t know how long it went on. Eventually she slowed down, and the blows got a bit lighter, with a few harder ones thrown in now and then. All the while, I cried and sobbed like a baby, pleading for mercy whenever I could catch my breath. Even after Lisa finally stopped and cheerfully said, “Okay,†I went on sobbing and pleading for a bit, not sure if it was really over and not really able to stop myself anyway.

Mary, Michelle,and Lisa all crowded around to the head of the bed again, to have a look at me. I tried to hide my red, teary face from them, but they held me in place by the cheeks and chin and hair. I was a mess, and having them all look me in the face, smiling at my wretched state and cooing in mock sympathy, was so humiliating that I sobbed a little bit more. They made more noises of sympathy, not quite as cruel-sounding now, and gently cleaned my face off with Kleenex, even blowing my nose for me. After I was cleaned up a little, my captors (still holding my head so that I couldn’t hide my face from them) had a brief discussion among themselves, and agreed that I’d learned my lesson and that they were ready to untie me (One of them asked me, somewhere in there, if I’d “learned my lesson,†but I could only nod as much as their grips allowed, and make a pathetic whimpering noise that made them all go “Awwâ€). I almost started crying again from sheer relief and gratitude.

They took their time untying me, partly because they had to, since Lisa’s knotwork had been so tight and thorough and my struggles had pulled everything even tighter, and partly because they enjoyed stopping to tousle my hair and tease me about my bright red bottom, which was still bared for all to see. After I was untied, they sat around giggling, teasing me, and making sympathetic noises as I slowly, painfully got my arms and legs working again. My hands were so asleep, and my shoulders so stiff, that even after I was untied, I had to continue to lie there with my naked bottom exposed for a few minutes before I had enough use of my hands to pull my pajama pants back up.

I was, of course, teased unmercifully until we all went to sleep, and then again the next morning (especially when I had to eat breakfast standing up because my bottom was too sore to sit). When I got home and undressed for a shower, I had a look at my rapidly bruising bottom in the mirror and suddenly realized I was excruciatingly horny, and had to play with myself immediately.

Fortunately, the spanking happened on a Friday night, so I had all weekend to lounge around at home, lying on my stomach while I read and did my homework, and to bring myself to orgasm whenever I thought about my experience. And to start dealing with the fact that I was playing with myself while thinking about being tied up and spanked by my best friends, which was a pretty hefty mindfuck for a Catholic teenager still trying to deal with the fact that she was playing with herself at all. Fortunately, I’d already lost my faith enough by that time that I had no problem with omitting the entire subject from my next Confession.





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My Second Time Tied Up

A Ticklish Tale of Teenage Tribulation

© 2004 by Lila



[As you might have guessed from the title, this story is the sequel to “My First Time Tied Up.†You might want to go read that one first, if you haven’t already.]

Two weeks after the fateful sleepover where Mary, Lisa, and Michelle tied me up for the first time, Michelle’s mother went out of town again, and we had another Friday night sleepover. Whenever no one was around but the four of us, the three of them had, of course, taken every opportunity to continue to tease me about my humiliation at their hands. But none of them mentioned it while we were planning the upcoming sleepover, which was a relief to me (though it probably should have made me suspicious).

We had a fun evening at Michelle’s house, doing the same things we almost always did on those sleepovers: helping each other with homework, goofing around, ordering pizza, watching a movie. I was relieved that things were back to normal, and that no one was making any mention at all of what had happened last time.

Finally, we picked up our bags and went upstairs to Michelle’s bedroom. Actually seeing the bed again, with the vertical brass bars of its frame, sent a sudden wave of trepidation and arousal through me that made me gulp.

We began changing into our pajamas. I don’t know how other girls did it at their teenage slumber parties, but for us, changing into pajamas was an exact science. Like most girls our age (I don’t know what it was like for you boys), we were kind of shy about our bodies. A majority of the girls at our school, especially those who were into athletics, managed to get over it enough to get used to showering naked in the locker room after gym class. I never did, personally. I was one of the shyer ones. Fortunately, I was also lazy, and never really worked up a sweat in gym class anyway. I remember that Lisa and Michelle never seemed to have a problem with locker room nudity, though. Of course, there’s courage in numbers. Something about the intimate setting of a slumber party, when it was just the four of us, brought out everyone’s modesty (though, as I’d discovered last time, their own modesty somehow didn’t inspire them to be respectful of my modesty).

The upshot of all this is that, without any of us ever speaking a word about it aloud, the four of us had, through some sort of intuitive telepathic agreement or something, developed a highly efficient and modest system of changing, which all of us followed to a T (the first couple of times, I remember, we were sort of awkward about it, watching each other surreptitiously for cues, but after that we had it down).

The routine went like this: sit on edge of bed, pull shirt of over head, put on pajama top and button it, remove jeans (but not panties), quickly pull on pajama pants, lean forward and slide off bed into crouched-forward standing position to pull pajama pants all the way up, sit back down on bed, remove bra under pajama top and slide it out of sleeve.

I’d finished putting my pajama top on and had just slid my jeans down to my knees when suddenly Lisa yelled, “Now!†and jumped on me, followed almost instantly by Mary and Michelle. They’d been planning it all along! They must have worked it all out in detail before the sleepover, and they had the timing figured out perfectly. Our rapid changing routine was the one time, in the bedroom, that they could count on me being off-guard and not likely to be looking at any of them. They’d changed their tops along with me, and then they’d just slowed down so that I had my jeans unzipped and down to my knees before they’d started on theirs.

I screamed and cursed and thrashed and bit, but I didn’t stand a chance. Not only was I once again outnumbered three to one, and not only were they all bigger and stronger than me, this time I was taken completely by surprise, with my legs entangled by my jeans. Literally caught with my pants down!

This time, they tied me face up. They were much more quick and efficient about it this time around. They used long socks again, but this time they had them waiting, hidden under a corner of the bed. Mary and Michelle held my arms, while once again Lisa expertly tied my wrists to the outermost bars of the headboard. Then, while Mary and Michelle held my legs, Lisa simply pulled my jeans the rest of the way off, and tied my ankles to the corner posts at the foot of the bed, stretching me out very tightly in the classic spreadeagled position.

My captors stood around the foot of the bed, smiling down at me with evil satisfaction, as I tugged furiously against my bonds. I looked at my bound wrists, first one and then the other, as I tried futilely to work myself free. I knew it was hopeless. Even if I somehow managed to get one limb free, They’d just pin it down and retie it even tighter. Mostly, I was trying to keep focusing on my wrists, and on my angry struggles, to keep from having to look up at Mary, Lisa, and Michelle. At last, though, I gave up and just glowered at them. I was trying to focus on my anger, to look as angry as I could, in order to cover up how scared, embarrassed, and vulnerable I felt. I didn’t do a very good job of it, though.

I had felt thoroughly exposed, embarrassed, and vulnerable last time, when I’d been tied face-down and they’d pulled my pajama pants down to uncover my bottom. But my current predicament was far worse. My jeans were gone, and, in my struggle to keep from being tied, my pajama top had ridden up to my lower ribs. Aside from my panties, mercifully still covering my most private bits, I was completely naked below my chest. My panties weren’t especially skimpy or sheer, thank God, but still, with my legs stretched so wide apart, I knew they must be getting quite a view, seeing “everything but,†as it were, and probably even a little bit of pubic hair.

There was nothing I could do to cover myself as they ran their eyes up and down my helpless little body. I could feel myself blushing bright red, and when they looked back up at my face and I saw the amused triumph in their eyes, I could feel my angry scowl dissolve into a look of panic, as I realized that I was in very deep trouble.

“So,†Michelle said at last, “what are we going to do to her?â€

Apparently, when they’d hatched their plot to tie me up again, they hadn’t discussed the specifics of my fate. Apart from general panic, I hadn’t thought about that, either. I’d been fighting, at first, to avoid another spanking, but they couldn’t very well spank me this time, because I was face up. So what were they going to do? I gulped as they looked me over and thought about it.

“Let’s find out if she’s ticklish!†Mary exclaimed.

I panicked. I was ticklish, horribly ticklish all over. “Nooo!†I screamed, pulling desperately against my bonds. But of course, that was just the reaction my cruel captors were hoping for. They laughed delightedly, and went to work on me.

I don’t even know how long their first fiendish assault lasted. All three tickled me at once, on all of the areas where my skin was exposed: my tummy, my legs, and, of course, my incredibly ticklish feet. It seemed to go on forever. They slowed down off and on, just enough to let me catch a few gasps of air, while they giggled and taunted me with little comments like, “Enjoying yourself, Lila?†and “Don’t wet yourself, now†(it’s a good thing I’d peed shortly before we went up to bed, or I would have wet myself). It was sheer torture, and, tightly stretched out as I was, I was completely powerless to protect myself.

By the time one of them finally suggested taking a break, I had laughed until I cried. I must have been a sight! My face was wet with tears, my nose was running, and my breath came in ragged sobs. The muscles in my legs and tummy were trembling.

Mary, Lisa, and Michelle came and sat on the sides of the bed, giggling at my sorry condition and making more teasing comments and noises of mock sympathy. They held my head in place as they brushed my hair out of my face and cleaned me up a little, wiping away the tears and snot with Kleenex. I was too shaky and too humiliated to say anything.

Finally, Lisa said, “Okay, ready for round two?â€

“No,†I whimpered, “No more, please, please Lisa, please don’t tickle me anymore...â€

Of course, as usual, my pleas for mercy just added to their cruel amusement. Lisa kissed me on the forehead and lightly slapped my cheeks a couple of times, while the other two made more sounds of mock sympathy.

They turned their attention away from my face and back toward my helpless body, and I whimpered and braced for the torture. Surely, my predicament couldn’t get any worse. Except that with Lisa, it always could get worse. Before Mary or Michelle could get started tickling me again, Lisa said, “I think I want to go for the armpits this time.†And as she said it, she began unbuttoning my pajama top!

I begged and pleaded with her to stop , but it did no good. As Mary and Michelle giggled, Lisa slowly, teasingly unbuttoned my top, starting with the bottom button and working her way up. when all the buttons were undone, she spread the top wide open, working the sleeves off of my shoulders and as far up my upper arms as my stretched-out position would allow.

Lisa sat back, and the three of them feasted their eyes upon my exposed and helpless body, now naked except for my bra and panties. I closed my eyes, too embarrassed to look back at them. I was trembling in anticipation of the torture I knew was coming... and also, I suddenly realized, from arousal.

“This is going to be so fun,†I heard Michelle giggle. Then I shrieked as Lisa’s fingers danced up both sides of my ribs, and the torture began again.

It went on much longer this time. It seemed like forever. They tickled me all over my nearly nude body, their fingers exploring every inch of exposed skin. They paid special attention to my ribs and armpits this time, and of course once again to my feet. By the time they stopped again, I was drenched with sweat and sobbing my eyes out.

They spend a while cleaning my face up again. I couldn’t stop sobbing and gasping, and my whole body was shaking and trembling uncontrollably. They could plainly see that they’d pushed me to the limit, and their noises of sympathy were genuine this time.

Mary asked me if I was okay, and when I could only make little sobbing and whimpering noises, they decided they’d better untie me. Once they did, I sort of curled up on my side in a whimpering little ball. Mary, Lisa, and Michelle sat around me, laughing gently at me, talking to me like they were comforting a baby.

They stroked my hair, laid comforting hands on my shoulder, and wiped my nose and eyes with Kleenex. It was actually very comforting after my ordeal, and even after what they’d done to me, all I felt was a pitiful sense of gratitude for their gentle solicitude. That, and a desperate horniness. I fell asleep like that, curled up in fetal position in the middle of the bed, with no pants on and my top unbuttoned. They covered me up and let me sleep there, and I slept soundly through the night.

In the morning, the memory of the previous night flooded me with a confusing mixture of emotions. I still felt that odd gratitude, and that maddening and disturbing horniness, and most of all, I felt terribly embarrassed. Somehow, with all those other emotions battling within me, I couldn’t find it in me to be angry or indignant. So I was timid, meek, and quietly agreeable all morning, which was very out of character for me. My friends, in turn, retained some of the tenderness they’d shown me at the end of last night’s ordeal, so much so that they didn’t mention anything about it, and completely refrained from teasing me.





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My Third Time Tied Up

A Torrid True Tale of Tittilating Torture

© 2004 by Lila



[This story is number three of a series. The series works much better when you read it in order. So if you haven't already read “My First Time Tied Up†and "My Second Time Tied Up," click on their titles in this sentence to read them now.]

After the second time that Mary, Lisa, and Michelle tied me up and tormented me, I didn’t get tied up again for a while. The next time we planned a sleepover, I told them that I’d only join them if they promised not to tie me up. After much laughing and teasing, they promised. Despite their promise, I was nervous and excited almost to the point of panic all through that sleepover. Were they planning to find a way around their promise? What if they’d figured out, as I had, that they had just promised not to tie me up, but hadn’t said anything about not holding me down, or sitting on me and tickling me, or any of countless other fiendish things that didn’t directly violate the letter of their promise?

But none of those things happened that evening, although they noticed my nervousness and teased me about it a lot, and although I never did relax enough to get much sleep. I think that they were still a little nervous themselves about how far they’d pushed me last time. And maybe, just as I was still coming to grips with the fact that thinking about what they’d done to me got me terribly horny, they were also still coming to grips with their own feelings about the situation. Also, I think that maybe they were worried that if they broke their promise, either the letter of it or the spirit of it, I might actually refuse to ever do another sleepover with them.

The day after that sleepover, I was surprised and quite disconcerted to discover that I actually felt kind of disappointed that they’d kept their promise.

For the next sleepover, I neglected to exact a similar promise. Still, nothing happened, except that I was even further disconcerted, a few times during the evening, to catch myself actually hoping they’d pull something. And once again, I felt strangely disappointed afterwards.

We had another sleepover scheduled for the following weekend (Michelle’s mother was off on one of her longer trips), but as it turned out, my third time getting tied up happened before then, on an afternoon during the week.

That afternoon, Lisa and I went to Michelle’s house after school. Mary had something else to do that day, and couldn’t join us.

Lisa, Michelle, and I were sitting on the huge sofa in Michelle’s living room, doing homework while we worked our way through a box of assorted chocolates that someone had given to Michelle’s mother. Michelle’s mother was always on a diet, despite being quite thin, so she’d passed the chocolates on to Michelle to share with us. We’d made it through about two-thirds of the box at the last sleepover, and now we were finishing the job (actually, it was just me and Lisa, since Michelle obsessed about her weight as much as her mother did).

I reached for the last chocolate at the same time as Lisa did. I was faster, and snatched the box out of her reach before she could get it. Naturally, she jumped on me, trying to grab it. By keeping my back to her, and curling up into a little ball, I managed to retain possession of the box. However, with Lisa grabbing at me, there was no way I could actually manage to eat the chocolate. We were also both smart enough to realize that if the battle escalated, that last piece of chocolate would end up getting mushed into the sofa or the carpet.

After a few seconds of contemplating this stalemate (if struggling, giggling, and vile name-calling can be called “contemplatingâ€), Lisa said, “Okay, brat, tell you what...Michelle can hang onto it while I wrestle you for it.â€

I really doubted that I could ever beat Lisa at wrestling. On the other hand, if I didn’t take her up on it, either she’d eventually get the chocolate away from me anyway, or we’d end up spending the afternoon trying to figure out how to get chocolate stains out of upholstery. Besides, suddenly the thought of wrestling Lisa seemed kind of exciting.

“Okay,†I said, “You asked for it. Hey, Michelle, come hang onto this while I teach this bitch a lesson.â€

“You, teach me a lesson?†Lisa said, as Michelle got up to take the box from me, “Boy, you’re really asking for it, little girl.â€

“All right,†Michelle said, holding the box over her head, “I want a fair fight. Move the table out of the way [meaning the coffee table that sat in front of the sofa], and you can settle this right here on the floor.â€

Lisa and I got up and moved the coffee table, while Michelle sat back down on the couch with the chocolate box in her lap.

“Okay,†said Michelle, “Start out kneeling... if you stand up, you’ll probably end up falling over and breaking something. Lisa over here, Lila over here. Ready? One... two... three... go!â€

And we were off, with much cursing, grunting, name-calling, and painful digging of fingernails into upper arms, while Michelle gleefully egged us on.

I lost really quickly. Less than two minutes into the battle, Lisa managed to push me over onto my back, plant herself astride my torso, and pin my wrists down on either side of my head. Then, while I thrashed and kicked and cursed, she scooted herself up until she was sitting on my upper chest, almost on my throat, with her knees next to my ears and her shins pinning my shoulders down.

Lisa smiled down at me for a few seconds while I kicked and bucked furiously, trying to unseat her, and Michelle laughed and called out words of encouragement to me. Then Lisa scooted forward a few more inches. This put her ass right on my collarbones and throat, with the crotch of her jeans so close to my face that my chin would hit it if I lifted the back of my head off the floor. Even with her weight settled back onto my collarbones, there was enough pressure on my throat to make me feel stifled. I was afraid I’d choke if her weight came forward at all. Her thighs were now on either side of my head. She squeezed her knees in, and suddenly my head was clamped between her thighs, immobilized in a viselike grip that forced me to stare straight up at her.

Lisa grinned down at me in wicked triumph as I made a few more pathetic attempts at kicking and struggling. I couldn’t find any way to move my upper body that didn’t make me feel like I was choking, so I soon just gave up and did my best to meet her gaze defiantly.

After a few more seconds, Lisa let go of my wrists and rested her hands on her knees. A few desperate and pitiful efforts demonstrated to me that having my hands free did me no good at all. With her shins still pinning my shoulders down, and her thighs clamping my head, I couldn’t reach any part of her except her legs, which I wasn’t strong enough to budge in any way, and which, since she was wearing tight jeans, I couldn’t even effectively attack with my fingernails. What with the way my head was trapped between her thighs, and the movement of my arms restricted by her shins, I couldn’t even reach my own face to brush my hair out of my eyes, or, I realized, to protect myself from anything she might choose to do to me.

“Looks like you’re in a tight spot, Lila,†Michelle commented helpfully.

Lisa, still smiling down into my trapped face, waited for me to stop struggling and lie still. “Do you give?†she grinned.

“No!†I spat defiantly, although I knew that my situation was hopeless.

“Ooh, you’re a tough little one, aren’t you?†Lisa teased. “What am I going to do with you?†She reached down and playfully tweaked my nose, which reminded me uncomfortably of the vulnerability of my position. Michelle laughed. Lisa kept smiling down at me, and I could almost hear the gears turning in her evil mind. As she contemplated my fate, she began lightly slapping my cheeks with the palms of her hands, just hard enough to sting a little and make me try vainly to flinch away, while Michelle giggled at my discomfort.

After a little bit, Lisa, still looking down at me, said, “Hey, Michelle, go find me something to tie her hands with.â€

“No, wait!†I yelped. “I give! I give!â€

“That’s better,†Lisa smiled, mussing my hair. “Now say uncle.â€

“Uncle!†I cried out immediately. It was funny: I’d been so dissapointed at not getting tied up recently, but now that I was pinned beneath Lisa, looking up at her evil smile, the thought of being tied up and at her mercy again filled me with terror.

“Well, I guess I’ll take that chocolate now, Michelle,†Lisa said.

Michelle leaned forward and proferred the box to Lisa, who took that final, fateful piece of chocolate and made a great show of slowly eating it, savouring each tiny bite and remarking on how delicious it was, as I watched helplessly from below, my face still held in place by the viselike grip of her thighs.

After finishing the chocolate, Lisa, to my growing nervousness and dismay, showed no inclination to let me up. She continued smiling down into my trapped and vulnerable face, idly playing with my hair. Meanwhile, Michelle slid off the couch to sit on the floor by the top of my head for a closer look at my predicament. So now, if I took my eyes away from Lisa’s wicked grin, I was looking up into Michelle’s equally wicked grin (which, from my perspective, was upside-down).

Michelle gave my nose a little tweak, and then said, “So, should we tie her up?â€

“Hmm,†Lisa said. “Yes, I think we should. Can you find us something to tie her with?â€

“Sure,†Michelle said, standing up. “I’ll be right back.â€

“Wait!†I cried out. “This wasn’t part of the deal! All we said was that the winner got the chocolate!â€

“That’s right,†Lisa grinned, gently stroking her fingernails up and down my cheeks. “But we never said that the winner had to let the loser go afterwards, did we? Besides, I believe you made some very rude and foolish comments... something about teaching me a lesson?â€

“I take it back!†I whimpered. “I’m sorry! I take it back! Please just let me go? I promise I’ll be good! Please?â€

Lisa continued to teasingly stroke my face with her fingernails. “I don’t think so,†she said. “I think we’ll have a little fun with you first.â€

“I’ll be back in a moment,†Michelle said. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.â€

While we waited for Michelle to return, Lisa amused herself by manipulating my facial features with her fingers, stretching, kneading, and tweaking them to sculpt my face into a variety of goofy expressions that must have been hilarious, judging from her chuckling. For me, of course, it was both uncomfortable and humiliating. I made a few feeble protests, but Lisa dealt with them by manipulating my lips or pinching my nose shut to make anything I said sound goofy and cartoony, so I quickly gave up and did my best to bear the torture silently.

It seemed like a long time before Michelle came back, armed with a length of clothesline. Of course, before they did anything else, Lisa had to give Michelle an extensive demonstration of the fine art of sculpting Lila’s face. Michelle laughed so much that I thought she was going to pee herself, and then, having become an instant fan of this new art form, she had to try her own hand at it. By the time the two of them got through taking turns cracking each other up with this game, my whole face felt sore and rubbery, and like it was probably quite red. It had been such and uncomfortable and embarrassing experience that I was actually relieved, however briefly, when they decided to get back to the original plan of tying me up.

With Lisa still sitting on me, the two of them crossed my wrists above my head and tied them together with many turns of the clothesline. After a brief discussion, they decided to secure my bound wrists to one of the front legs of the sofa. The sofa leg in question, however, was two or three feet away from my wrists, which would leave me with a lot of slack. Since the sofa was so huge and heavy (which is why it was a good thing to tie me to), they decided it was easier for the two of them to move me closer to the sofa, than for Michelle to move the sofa closer to me.

“I don’t know,†Lisa said. “I’ll have to get off of her for a moment so we can move her, and she’ll probably try to get away. She can be a real handful.â€

“I could find something to tie her feet with,†Michelle said. “Then she won’t be able to kick so much.â€

“Hmm,†said Lisa. “I guess you could just tie up her legs by pulling her pants down.â€

“No!†I shouted, and began to kick and curse and yell. But Lisa quickly silenced my curses by clamping a hand tightly over my mouth.

I kept kicking, but Michelle quickly figured out a way around that difficulty. She straddled my midsection and knelt down until she was sitting behind Lisa, on my stomach. Then she scooted backward until she was astride my pelvis. I tried to knee her in the back, but she was close enough to the top of my thighs that I couldn’t put any force into it. She continued to scoot backward, bit by bit, until she was sitting on my upper thighs and I couldn’t kick anymore.

Lisa kept her hand over my mouth, and she and Michelle laughed at the furious mmmph-ing noises I made as Michelle undid my jeans and worked them down over my hips (leaving my panties in place, fortunately). Then Michelle slowly scooted herself down, pulling my jeans down a little further after each scoot. Once the jeans were past my knees, she stood up and then pulled them all the way down to my ankles. There was no way I was going to be able to kick free of them, either, because they were tight jeans that tapered at the bottom, and I was still wearing my sneakers.

I put up the best fight I could, cursing and yelling and thrashing around as soon as Lisa took her hand off my mouth and her weight off my shoulders. With my wrists already tied together and my feet hobbled by my jeans, there wasn’t much I could do to fend off the two of them, but I tried. Michelle wrapped her arms around my bare legs and tried to keep a grip on them, while Lisa grappled with my upper body. Then, in the midst of the struggle, Lisa reached behind me, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and, as I shrieked in protest, pulled the shirt up all the way over my head, so that it was inside-out around my arms.

With my shirt bunched uselessly around my elbows and my jeans tangled around my ankles, I was now stripped to my bra and panties. Continuing to utter outraged shrieks, I tried to curl up into a little ball, which I guess was some sort of instinctive reaction to the sudden feeling of exposure and vulnerability created by my near-nakedness. It wasn’t a very good tactic, and Michelle and Lisa seized the opportunity to get a better grip on me. They soon had me where they wanted me, and Michelle sat triumphantly aside my bare tummy, leaning forward to pin my elbows to the floor to either side of my head, smiling down at me as Lisa tightly tied my bound wrists to the leg of the sofa.

The two of them proceeded to subject me to a long session of agonizing tickle-torture. They traded positions several times, but one of them always sat astride my hips, tummy, or lower ribs, and sometimes the other would sit on my legs to hold them in place for better tickling of my bare knees and thighs. Mostly they went for my bare ribs and my stretched and vulnerable armpits.

My torture went on for well over an hour. They paused frequently to let me breathe, and to tease and taunt me. They got a lot of amusement out of slowly building up the suspense before each new assault upon my helpless body, and watching me squirm and cringe in anticipation. They also got a big kick out of making me beg and plead for mercy, and forcing me to say humiliating things like “I’m a wimp,†and “You’re the better women and I should do as I’m told.â€

Finally, after a long bout of tickling that had left me sobbing, Lisa, who was sitting astride my waist, watching me quiver and gasp for breath as she gently traced the lines of my lower ribs with one fingernail, said, “So what do you think, Chelle? Has she learned her lesson yet?â€

During that last bout of tickling, Michelle had been curled up on the sofa above me, looking down into my face and reaching down to tickle my armpits as Lisa assaulted my ribs. Now she brought herself up into a seated position, and, as she continued to smile down at me, she began to run her bare feet through my hair and down the sides of my face. She kept this up for a long, suspenseful few moments, as the gleam in her eye told me she wasn’t finished with me yet. “I guess so...†she said slowly. “But just to make sure that she knows who’s boss, I think that before we let her go, she should have to kiss our feet.â€

“No...†I moaned. After all the torture and humiliation they’d already put me through, I didn’t have enough spirit left in me to show any more defiance than that. I knew they had me, and they knew it too. I was at their mercy, and I was ready to do anything to avoid further tickling.

Michelle brought one bare foot to dangle an inch above my face. “Go on, Lila,†she cooed. “Kiss-kiss. Or maybe you’d like to be tickled for a few more hours?â€

Lisa lightly ran her fingernails down my sides, and I gasped and shuddered.

“No... please...†I whimpered, and, as Lisa and Michelle laughed, I gingerly kissed the sole of Michelle’s foot.

“Is that it?†Michelle said. “Just that one tiny little kiss? I barely felt that. I guess it’s tickle time again...

“No!†I pleaded. “Wait! Please! I’ll do it!†Forgetting all dignity (not that I had much left by that point anyway), I began desperately planting kiss after kiss on Michelle’s foot, bringing storms of delighted laughter from my tormentors. Michelle moved her foot around, shoving first one part of it in my face and then another, pressing each part of her foot down into my lips so that I couldn’t just kiss lightly. She took her time, making me kiss every part of the foot, taunting me all the while with comments like “Good girl!†and “How’s that taste?â€

“Now the toes,†she said, putting her pinky toe to my lips. “One at a time..."

I kissed her pinky toe.

“Make her suck on them,†Lisa said.

“No...†I whimpered.

“Come on, Lila,†Michelle cooed. “Sucky-sucky.â€

“You bitch!†I cried. “I swear I’ll get you for this!â€

They laughed. And, of course, I knew there was no way out of it. I was forced to suck each one of Michelle’s toes, one at a time, as she and Lisa laughed and taunted and teased me. Michelle made me spend at least half a minute on each toe, and much longer on the big toe, which she pushed way into my mouth and moved in and out in a most suggestive fashion. All the while, she kept giving me more humiliating instructions, like, “Come on, suck it hard!†and, “Use that tongue, Lila! I want to see that tongue!â€

In the end, I had to spend at least five excruciatingly humiliating minutes kissing, sucking, and licking Michelle’s foot. And then, of course, she made me give the other foot the same treatment, taking even longer, as she and Lisa gloated and taunted me.

My humiliation was compounded by my realization that I was becoming unbearably aroused by what they were doing to me. I was mortified by my own arousal, and terrified that the wetness of my crotch would soak through my panties and be noticed by my captors, or that one of them would call attention to my erect nipples, which surely must have been visible through my bra.

After Michelle was finished using me as her little foot slave, she and Lisa traded places, with Michelle sitting on me, chuckling and giving my squirming torso the occasional light tickle, while I kissed. licked, and sucked Lisa’s feet and toes. Lisa, of course, was an even more demanding mistress than Michelle. I had to spend what seemed like ages on each foot, and she enjoyed pushing her toes deep into my poor little mouth until I almost gagged. She also got a big kick out of dangling her foot above me and making me strain to reach it with my tongue, which she and Michelle found hilarious. By the time she was finished with me, every part of my lips, mouth, and tongue was sore and aching.

Finally, Lisa took her feet out of my face and said, “Okay, I guess that’s enough.†I let my head fall back with relief, resting my sore neck and mouth, keeping my eyes closed. I was half-mad with arousal, and I tried without much success to calm down and breathe normally as I waited for them to untie me.

Michelle was still sitting astride my tummy, fingertips resting on my ribs. I was dimly aware of Lisa moving around nearby, putting her shoes on. The next thing I knew, Lisa was bending over me, giving me a little kiss on the forehead. I opened my eyes as she playfully ruffled my hair.

“Well, it’s been fun,†she said, “but I told Mom I’d be home for dinner, so I’d better be going.â€

“Guess we’ll see you tomorrow,†Michelle said.

“Wuh...†I said. Between arousal, exhaustion, and the soreness of my abused mouth, I couldn’t come out with anything coherent.

“Aww...†Lisa laughed, tousling my hair again. She stood up and started to leave. “You better untie her soon,†she said to Michelle. “Sounds like she’s had a rough day.â€

“Don’t worry,†Michelle grinned. “I’ll take good care of her.â€

I didn’t like the sound of that. I heard Lisa open the front door and then shut it behind her. I looked up at Michelle, and she smiled down at me, gently stroking my ribs with her fingers. As scary as it was being tied up and helpless at the mercy of two or three of my friends, it was somehow even scarier to be tied up and helpless at the mercy of just one of them. There was something more intimate about it, that made me feel even more exposed. I was afraid to say anything. I prayed that she’d just decide to untie me, but, as the second wore on and we regarded each other in silence, I got the sinking feeling that she had other plans.

“So,†she finally said. “Looks like your little butt is all mine now, Lila.†She gave my ribs a little tickle, and I jerked and gave a little whimpering cry. “Aww, don’t worry,†she chuckled. “I’ll untie you in a few moments. I’m just enjoying the view here.†She took her eyes off my face, and looked down at my chest. I lifted my head just a bit, to see that she was looking right at my breasts, where my erect nipples were very clearly visible, two hard little bumps straining against the white cotton fabric of my bra. She had noticed! Probably a while ago. She’d probably been enjoying the sight of my aroused nipples the whole time that I was serving as her and Lisa’s foot slave.

I let my head fall back. I could feel myself blushing deeply, all the way down to my chest. She looked back up into my face, smiling evilly. Too mortified to speak, I looked back at her in a mute plea for mercy.

“So,†she smiled, “This turns you on, does it? Being tied up like this? Being punished like the naughty little girl you are? You love it, don’t you?â€

I still couldn’t say anything. I closed my eyes, terrified and burning with shame.

“Well,†she said, “let’s have a look at you.†And then I felt her take hold of the upper hem of my bra. I gasped and opened my eyes. “Please...†I whimpered. But I knew I could expect no mercy now. As I watched and whimpered helplessly, Michelle tugged the cups of my bra down, completely exposing my breasts. Then she sat back and surveyed her handiwork. The bra, in the position she’d pulled it into, had the effect of squeezing my breasts together and making them bulge outward and upward. My exposed nipples grew even stiffer at the touch of the cool air.

Michelle laughed. “That’s better,†she said. “Oh, Lila, what are we going to do with you?â€

“Please...†I managed to whisper. “Please let me go.â€

She laughed again. “Not until I hear you admit that this turns you on.â€

“No...†I whimpered.

She reached down and gently took hold of my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I gasped and squirmed helplessly. Then she began to play with them, rubbing them between her fingers and gently tugging on them.

My nipples had always been terribly sensitive. I’d played with them gently myself, but never in my life had they been touched by another person. And now here I was, bound and helpless, with my tender virgin nipples completely exposed and subject to whatever sensations my captor chose to inflict upon them. As her ministrations continued, I found to my further humiliation that I was unable to control my reactions, and Michelle laughed at me as I writhed and shuddered. my breathing turning to gasps and then to whimpering little cries of urgent distress.

I somehow found my voice, and began begging and pleading frantically for her to stop.

“Not until I hear you say it,†she said.

“Yes!†I sobbed. “Oh, fuck! Yes! It turns me on! Please! It turns me on! Oh, fuck, please, please, let me go!â€

Michelle sat back, releasing my swollen nipples, as I lay back with my eyes closed, sobbing, gasping, and shuddering, tears running down the sides of my face.

I felt her get off of me, and then I felt her go to work untying the clothesline that bound my wrists. When she’d untied me, I turned over onto my side and curled up into a little ball, trembling, wretched, and desperately horny. I was surprised when Michelle sat beside me and took my head into her lap, stroking my hair and making soothing noises. I guess that on some level, I’d been so ashamed at my arousal that I’d assumed that its discovery would lead to my utter rejection by my friends.

Eventually, Michelle soothed and coaxed me into pulling myself together and shamefacedly getting my clothing back in order. It was late, and I’d have to run to get home in time... especially since I desperately needed to bring myself to orgasm before dinner.

At the door, Michelle hugged me. Wretched and embarrassed as I was, I was still so aroused that it took all my willpower not to start rubbing up against her.

“You... won’t tell anyone?†I asked timidly.

She chuckled. “Just Lisa and Mary,†she said. “And I’ll swear them to secrecy.â€

“But... but...†I stammered. “No! Please! Why do you have to tell Lisa and Mary?â€

“Don’t worry,†she said. “We’re your friends, remember? Besides, they probably guessed already.â€

“But... why?†I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

“Oh, Lila,†she laughed, tousling my hair. “I have to tell them. Tying you up is so fun! And now that we know it turns you on... We’re going to have so much fun with you!â€

I gawked at her, dumbstruck.

She laughed at the expression on my face. “Come on,†she said, “Did you think we were going to stop? We’ve been talking about getting you again soon anyway. And now that we know your little secret, we’re really going to let you have it!â€

“You’re...†I stammered. “You’re... going to... do it again?â€

She tousled my hair again and gave me a little push toward the door. “Just remember,†she said, “we’ve got a sleepover planned for Friday. And you’d better be there.â€





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My Fourth Time Tied Up

A Sizzling Story of Steamy Schoolgirl Sensuality

© 2004 by Lila



[This story won’t make a whole lot of sense unless you’ve read the tales of My First Time Tied Up, My Second Time Tied Up, and My Third Time Tied Up. Click on their titles to go read them now, if you haven’t already.]

As you might imagine, the conclusion of My Third Time Tied Up left me in quite a state.

I didn’t even know what to call these incidents in which my friends tied me up and tormented me. Torture sessions? Practical jokes? Games? Whatever I called them, what Michelle had done to me, after Lisa had left us alone, had finally forced the cat out of the bag. We could no longer pretend that these games weren’t erotic in nature, that they weren’t sizzling with sexual energy, that they weren’t an exploration of forbidden sexual territory. We’d each known it privately, of course, but now it was different. Now each of us knew that the others knew it. For any of us to agree to continue to participate in these “games†(including the passive agreement I’d be demonstrating if I showed up at another unsupervised sleepover knowing what might happen) now amounted to admitting that we were “into it.â€

And Michelle had told me, straight up, that as far as she was concerned, the games were going to continue. That if I showed up for the next sleepover, I was in for more of the same.

The incident with Lisa and Michelle, recounted in “My Third Time Tied Up,†happened on a Wednesday. The next sleepover had already been scheduled for that Friday. And, to my utter terror, shame, and bewilderment, I realized that I would show up for it.

Michelle had also told me that she was going to tell Mary and Lisa: tell them about the confession she’d wrung from me, and tell them about her intention to keep the games going, blatant sexual overtones and all.

How would Mary and Lisa react? And how would I face them, knowing that they knew?

Michelle probably hadn’t wasted much time in phoning Mary and Lisa that night, after she’d untied me and sent me on my way. In any event, by the time I saw the three of them at lunch on Thursday, they’d clearly already discussed the matter thoroughly among themselves, and Mary and Lisa had, one way or another, come to the same decision as Michelle. Whatever inner struggles they’d gone through about it, whatever debates they may have had over it, ultimately I think they were already hooked. Most teenage girls don’t get a lot of opportunity for erotic play in which they feel completely in control. How could they pass this up?

We greeted each other with the usual small talk as each of us found our way to our usual spot in the cafeteria. Of course, I was going crazy trying to figure out if Michelle had spilled the beans yet, and what Mary and Lisa’s attitude was going to be. Were they all putting on an exaggerated show of nonchalance, or was it my imagination? I couldn’t tell.

It wasn’t until we were all seated and eating that Lisa said, “So, Lila, I hear things got pretty interesting after I left yesterday.â€

I looked down at the table.

“Looking forward to the sleepover tomorrow?†Mary asked.

“Aww, look,†Lisa said. “She’s blushing!â€

They proceeded to tease me mercilessly all through lunch. It was almost as bad as being tied up by them. Not only could I not stop blushing, but their teasing, and their talk of how I was “in for it†the following evening, quickly got me maddeningly turned on. I was so flustered that I couldn’t come up with a single comeback to anything they said, which was so out of character for me that they noticed and teased me about that, too. I couldn’t even eat any more of my lunch, and they teased me about that, too.

I was distracted for the rest of the school day, fidgeting and daydreaming and counting the hours and minutes until I could go home and hide in my room and bring myself to orgasm.

The next day seemed to drag on for ever. I was in an agony of suspense and anxiety about what was in store for me that evening. I was so distracted and unable to focus on my classes that a couple of my teachers even remarked on it. And at lunch, I had to endure yet another bout of teasing and gleeful suspense-building, which made the rest of the day even harder.

After school, I avoided my friends and hurried home to get ready. How on earth, I wondered, was I supposed to “get ready†for a sleepover where I knew that I was probably going to be tied up and tormented, possibly in nothing but my underwear? It felt almost like getting ready for a date. I showered very carefully (touching my body and thinking about how it might soon be touched by others, maybe in cruel ways I would be powerless to prevent), looked at myself in the mirror for a long time (thinking about how my body would soon once again be exposed to the scrutiny of my friends), applied a lot of antiperspirant, and put on the most modest, least revealing, least sheer, least lacy bra and panties I owned. Then I put on the rest of my clothes, packed my backpack with my pajamas and the usual sleepover stuff, looked in the mirror for a while again, mustered my courage, and bravely marched off to Michelle’s to meet my fate.

Lisa and Mary were already there when I arrived, and I wondered if it was because they’d planned it that way so they could conspire, or if it was just because I’d stalled so much while getting ready. Whichever it was, no one teased me when I showed up. In fact, much to my surprise, Michelle hugged me at the door and said, very earnestly, “I’m so glad you made it!†I realized that they really were all glad, and also relieved. They must have really been worried that they might have scared me off. I was really touched by this, and by the warmth of their welcome. Not that I had any illusions that I was off the hook, mind you. I was sure I was still in for some of their games later on.

But the first part of the evening was all normal sleepover stuff, with no mention by anyone of what might be in store for me later. We ordered a pizza, talked, watched television, ate our pizza, talked some more.

Eventually, though, I got up and went to use the bathroom, and when I came back, the others stood up, and Michelle clicked the television off and said, “So, shall we head upstairs now?â€

It was still a couple of hours before the time that we usually moved up to the bedroom during a sleepover. I knew that whatever they had planned for me was about to begin, but I couldn’t think of anything to do about it except to play along. So I tried to keep the squeak out of my voice as I said, “Isn’t it kind of early?â€

“Oh, but we’ve got so much fun planned for tonight,†Michelle smiled. “I just can’t wait to get started.â€

They were all grinning at me now. I gulped. This was it.

Michelle headed for the stairs.

“After you,†Lisa said to me. Her smile made it quite clear that if I refused, I’d find myself overpowered and carried up the stairs. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to make things any harder on myself than they were already likely to be, so I walked slowly up the stairs, behind Michelle and ahead of Lisa and Mary, feeling like a condemned woman heading to the electric chair. My knees were shaking.

The pillows and blankets had been taken off of Michelle’s bed and piled on the floor. There were four long scarves laid out on the bed, one at each corner. I think that if Mary and Lisa hadn’t been right behind me, I would have turned and run at that point. Instead, Mary and Lisa sort of herded me into the room, closing the door behind us.

“Okay, Lila,†Michelle said. “This is where you get tied up. You know that you don’t stand a chance against the three of us, so you may as well cooperate. If you give us any trouble, we’ll have to spank you.â€

I struggled to find my voice. “If I cooperate,†I said, “can I at least keep my shirt and pants on?â€

“No,†Michelle said. “You’re not in any position to bargain. If you give us any trouble, will spank your ass till it’s black and blue. If you cooperate, we promise that your little butt is safe from spankings tonight.â€

“What...†I began, and had to stop and swallow hard. “What are you going to do to me?â€

“That’s for us to know and you to find out,†Michelle said. “Now what’s it going to be, Lila? Cooperation, or a nice, hard spanking?â€

“I’ll cooperate,†I said meekly.

“Smart girl,†Michelle said. “Take off your shoes and socks.â€

I sat down awkwardly on the floor and fumbled my shoes and socks off, having some trouble because of my nervousness, very aware of Mary, Lisa, and Michelle smiling down at me like hungry predators.

When I’d gotten my socks off and stood up again, Michelle said, “And now the shirt.â€

I’d been pretty sure that I was going to end up in my underwear again this time, so I wasn’t exactly surprised, but I still balked for a moment. Last time, my shirt had been removed for me while I was struggling; this was the first time I’d actually had to just take it off by myself, just like that, with the three of them just standing there watching me.

“Come on guys,†I whimpered. “Please don’t make me do this.â€

“Sounds like someone needs a spanking,†Mary grinned.

“No, wait!†I said quickly. “Please, wait, I’ll do it...†I quickly pulled my shirt off, and then stood there awkwardly, blushing in my jeans and bra, arms folded modestly across my chest, as the three of them chuckled at my embarrassment.

“Now the pants,†Michelle said.

I knew that arguing was useless, and I really, really wanted to avoid that spanking, so, blushing furiously, I clumsily wriggled out of my jeans, and then stood nervously before my captors in my bra and panties, covering myself with my arms as best I could, feeling very small and vulnerable.

The three of them took their time looking me up and down, plainly enjoying my discomfiture immensely.

“Okay,†Michelle said at last. “Time to tie you up. Lie down on the bed.â€

I stepped timidly over to the bed and lay down on it in a semi-fetal position, feeling very nervous indeed.

Mary stood at the foot of the bed, while Michelle and Lisa moved around to the right side, near the head. Lisa picked up the scarf that lay on that corner of the bed. “Let’s have that arm, now,†she said.

I felt terribly exposed already, lying there in my underwear with the three of them looking at me. The prospect of no longer being able to shield myself with my arms was so terrifying that I wanted to jump up and bolt from the room, but I knew that they’d just catch me and spank me. So I just meekly extended my arm for Lisa to tie.

But just as Lisa was reaching for my wrist, Mary cried out, “Wait!â€

Lisa, Michelle, and I all turned to look at Mary, who was grinning from ear to ear, looking like she was about to bubble over with glee.

“Make her take her bra off, too!†she exclaimed.

Michelle giggled.

“No!†I yelled. This was too much. Before I even thought about what I was doing, I’d jumped off the bed, on the opposite side from Michelle and Lisa, and bolted for the bedroom door in my underwear.

I led them a merry chase around the house. They had a hard time catching me, mostly because they were laughing so hard. In retrospect, of course, it must have been hilarious, me scampering frantically around the house in my bra and panties, shrieking threats and pleas and obscenities at them, while they tried to corner me.

Of course, I never really stood a chance. What was I going to do, go out the front door and run home barefoot in my underwear on a winter night? No, it was just a matter of time. They finally caught me in the living room, and, after an epic struggle, I was dragged kicking and screaming back up the stairs, exhausted, disheveled, and much the worse for wear.

They threw me face-down on the bed, and Lisa held my arms over my head while Michelle sat on my back and Mary sat on my legs. I pleaded, protested, and swore, but I was too worn out to put up much of a fight as Michelle unclasped my bra and, with Lisa’s help, worked it up my arms and completely off. Michelle dangled it tauntingly in my face for a few moments before tossing it aside.

“So,†said Mary, still seated on the backs of my thighs, “should we spank her now?†She gave my bottom a few light, teasing pats, and all three of them chuckled as my whole body tensed in alarm.

No...†I whimpered, almost starting to cry. “Please don’t spank me...â€

“Hmm...†Michelle said. “I don’t know... maybe we should give her one more chance.â€

“Yes!†I cried. “Please! I promise I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you say!â€

“Okay,†Michelle said. “We’ll let you off this time. But remember, if you give us any more trouble, we’ll spank you like you’ve never imagined.â€

Mary’s hand was still resting on my bottom. “I still think we should punish her for making us have to chase her all over like that,†she said.

“Hmm...†Michelle said. “I guess you’re right... she does need some kind of punishment...â€

“Take her panties off, Mary!†Lisa said. “That’ll be her punishment!â€

“What? No!†I squeaked. I wriggled furiously, but with Mary and Michelle both sitting on me and Lisa holding my arms down, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Quiet, little girl,†Michelle said. “Just be glad we’re not spanking you this time.â€

“Yeah,†Mary said, giving my bottom a single resounding smack. I jerked and gave a little cry, much to Michelle and Lisa’s amusement. “You’re lucky we don’t take your panties and spank your naked butt!â€

She did have a point there, but it didn’t make me any happier about my predicament. But of course, there was nothing I could do. Mary hooked a couple of fingertips under the waistband of my panties, and very slowly and teasingly worked them down off my hips and bottom, and then down my thighs, with many unfunny comments about how white and soft and spankable my bottom looked. All the while, I begged and pleaded with them to relent, but as usual that just added to their amusement. With Mary so eager to spank my defenseless bare bottom, I didn’t dare curse at them or kick or struggle.

Finally, I felt Mary get off of my legs, and then I felt her slide my panties down my calves, over my feet, and completely off. Mary tossed the panties to Michelle so that they, like my bra, could be teasingly dangled in front of my face to rub in my helplessness. And there I was, stripped totally naked, with what little modesty I had left being preserved only by the fact that I was lying face-down with my legs pressed tightly together.

Michelle got off of my back and sat on the bed next to me. I could feel Mary sitting on the bed, too, down near my feet. Lisa, sitting near my head, released my arms. With no one holding me down anymore, I could have tried to escape again, but I knew I didn’t stand a chance, and that I’d just end up getting spanked. I thought about being chased, overpowered, and spanked while completely naked, and decided I’d better just stay right where I was.

“Okay, Lila,†Lisa said, “let’s have those wrists now.â€

“Come on, guys,†I pleaded. “Please… you can’t do this to me... you’ve got to at least let me put my underwear back on...â€

Mary smacked my bottom three times, fast and very hard, causing me to squeal in surprise and pain.

“Wrists.†Lisa said sternly. “Now.â€

Still lying face-down, I meekly extended my wrists toward her. She took hold of the left one, wrapped a scarf around it a few times, and tied it snugly, then picked up another scarf and did the same with the right wrist. Then she got up and stood next to the head of the bed, by one of the bedposts. She leaned over, took hold of my right wrist, and pulled it toward the bedpost. “Come here,†she said.

I awkwardly scooted on my tummy, following her tugging until my wrist was in contact with the bedpost. This put me in a diagonal position across the bed. As Lisa wound the scarf around the bedpost and secured it, I realized that in order for her to tie my left wrist to the other bedpost, I’d have to turn over onto my back. The prospect put me in a panic, but I couldn’t see any way out of it. If I fought it, they’d just spank me and then turn me over forcibly.

Sure enough, once she had my right wrist securely tied to the bedpost, Lisa walked off out of sight, and in a few seconds I heard her voice behind me, from the opposite side of the bed: “Okay, now the other wrist.â€

“Come on,†I whined, “I’m naked here... just let me cover myself a little...â€

“Come on, Lila,†Michelle teased. “Turn over and give us a look at you.â€

“Ha ha,†Mary sang. “We get to see you na-a-aked, we get to see you na-a-aked...†She gave my bare bottom another stinging swat.

“I’m waiting,†Lisa said sternly. “I’ll count to three, and then it’s spanking time... One... Two...â€

I could feel myself blushing beet red as I turned over. I drew my legs in to hide my pubic area as best I could, but with one wrist tied and Lisa now taking hold of the other one, there was nothing I could do to shield my naked breasts. My triumphant captors greeted the sight with a gleeful chorus of whistles and catcalls.

Lisa tightly secured my left wrist. Then Mary and Michelle took hold of my left leg and stretched it out as far as they could toward the bottom corner of the bed, holding it in place while Lisa tied it to the bedpost. They repeated this procedure with the right leg, and then further tightened the left one, until all four of my limbs were pulled thoroughly taut.

At this point, of course, there was no hiding anything anymore. There I was, completely naked, tightly stretched out in a wide X, and helplessly bound hand and foot. I couldn’t move an inch, much less do anything to cover myself, and in my spreadeagled position, with my ankles tied at least four feet apart, even my most private parts were fully exposed to my captors’ inspection.

And inspect me they did. I trembled in a mixture of fury, terror, and overwhelming embarrassment as they sat there running their eyes over me, smugly enjoying the view. I’d never felt so helpless.

“Boy, Lila,†said Mary, “I wish you could see how red your face is!â€

I could feel it. I would have given anything to be able to turn off that blush!

“Look,†grinned Michelle, “her nipples are stiff, just like I told you!â€

All eyes went to my breasts. I looked too, I couldn’t help myself. Sure enough, my nipples were shamefully erect, pointing stiffly at the ceiling for all to see.

“Oh my god,†Lisa laughed, “Look at them! They totally are!â€

“Oh my god, Lila,†Mary giggled, “that must be so embarrassing!â€

“Oh, Lila,†Michelle said, “What are we going to do with you?â€

I’d been worrying about that same question myself, and I had formed a strong opinion on the subject. “Let me go!" I shouted, tugging desperately at my bonds with no result except some delighted laughter from my captors.

“Let you go?†said Michelle, sitting down beside me on the bed. “Why do you want us to let you go? We all know this is turning you on.†And with that, she reached out and lightly squeezed my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I gave a little cry of alarm and protest, that came out as more of a squeak. Michelle chuckled evilly and began playfully rolling my nipple between her fingers.

“No! Stop it!†I cried, straining against my bonds again. but of course she just kept at it, smiling down at me the whole time. I was too distracted to notice Mary and Lisa’s first reactions to what Michelle was doing, but a couple of moments later, Lisa plopped herself down on the bed on the other side of me, grinning as evilly as Michelle. Lisa ran her fingertip down my body, from my collarbone to my belly button, making my whole body shiver, and then she began playing with my other nipple.

I writhed and squirmed as they toyed with my nipples, but of course I was stretched out too tightly for my writhing to accomplish anything except further embarrassing me and amusing my tormentors. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help myself, even though I knew what a sight I must be. And in a matter of seconds, to my utter shame, I was no longer able to stifle my gasps, moans, and whimpers of arousal. This, of course, delighted them to no end, and they continued toying with my poor little breasts for a long time, sometimes reducing me to helpless laughter by tickling them, and sometimes cruelly pinching and tugging my nipples until I cried for mercy. Through it all, they kept up a running stream of teasing comments: “Ooh, you like that, don’t you?†“Having fun, Lila?†“Is this getting you wet, Lila?â€

Mary watched all of this gleefully, joining in the teasing, egging the others on, brushing the hair out of my eyes, and occasionally sending me into hysterics with surprise tickle attacks on my tummy or my feet.

I don’t know how long this torture went on. It seemed like forever. My nipples were terribly tender and sore, and I was breathing in little sobs and whimpers. Finally, Mary said, “Hey guys, cut it out for a minute and come here…I’ve got an idea.â€

Michelle tousled my hair and Lisa patted me affectionately on the cheek and said, “We’ll be right back… don’t go anywhere.†Then the three of them went out into the hall and shut the door. I could hear them whispering and giggling, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying I lay there in an agony of suspense and arousal. My abused nipples felt swollen, and so did my privates, which were screaming for attention. I wriggled desperately, but, stretched out as I was, I was unable to find any relief.

After a little while, the door opened again and my captors returned, all three grinning from ear to ear. They stood around the foot of the bed and had another good look at me. Like a deer in the headlights, I looked back at them, and to my embarrassment I was unable to stop myself from squirming in anxiety and arousal.

“Aww,†said Michelle, “doesn’t she look cute like that?â€

“Should we tell her now?†Mary asked.

“No,†Lisa said, “let’s play with her first.â€

And that’s what they did. For the next hour or so, they played with my helpless nude body, mostly by tickle-torturing me and by finding more sensations to inflict on my swollen nipples. As usual, they spent a lot of time making me beg, plead, and say humiliating things. My nipples got so sore from their cruel attentions that I reached the point where I would do anything to avoid another hard pinch or tug on them. Naturally, my tormentors exploited this vulnerability to the utmost. To save myself from having my nipples punished, I was forced to loudly and graphically confess my arousal, proclaiming myself a “horny little slut,†and all manner of other things, and to declare that they owned me.

“We do own you now, Lila,†Michelle said, after I’d been made to say so. “We get to do whatever we want with you from now on. Won’t that be fun?â€

I couldn’t even answer. By this time, I was half-insane with arousal and frustration. I’d long since forgotten any pretense of trying to hide it, and was whimpering, sobbing, and desperately squirming my hips around in search of relief.

“I don’t think she can talk anymore,†Lisa giggled. “We’d better untie her before she goes crazy.â€

They quickly untied me, and I sobbed in relief as my aching limbs were released.

“Do you want to tell her now?†Mary asked as soon as they were finished untying me, while my limbs were still so stiff that I couldn’t move them enough to cover myself.

“Yeah,†Lisa grinned, glancing at Michelle.

“Okay, Lila,†Michelle said, “we know you’re horny, so let’s see you play with yourself.â€

It took a moment for this to sink in. My captors sat around me on the edges of the bed. I looked from one of them to the other, and they grinned back at me. Somehow, I felt even more small and vulnerable than I had when I was tied up. “No…†I whimpered, “please…â€

“Come on, Lila,†Lisa said, “You know you want to touch yourself so bad you’re going crazy. And you’re not leaving this bed until you do it.â€

She was right, of course… I was so desperately aroused that I couldn’t go another minute without touching myself. And, completely nude and surrounded, with my limbs stiff and weak from my ordeal, I was at their mercy and in no position to refuse any demand they made.

“Maybe she wants a spanking,†Mary grinned.

That brought my hesitation to an end. “No…†I begged, “please… I’ll do it…†I reached down and touched my soaking wet privates. Once I started, there was no way on earth I could have stopped myself. I tried to at least turn over and hide myself a little, but they held my shoulders and legs to keep me face up so they could see everything. Soon it didn’t matter, and I was oblivious to their taunts and giggles as I came over and over again, more intensely than I ever had in my life.

Afterwards, they covered me up with blankets, and Michelle stroked my hair affectionately until I fell asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed.





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