Venture Girl Scout – Search & Extraction Event
This story is mostly true except I’ve embellished it a bit and left out that one of the scouts was actually the daughter of my wife’s best friend who knew how very ticklish Dee was so she helped make it happen. This only happened once unfortunately, although I’ve managed to get friends to help trick my wife on other occasions to be surprised, tied, and tickled. It always feels nonconsensual but Dee really likes the feeling of loss of control so even though she goes almost hysterical from tickling, she gets charged from the experience.
When I was young, I had a cute sitter who encouraged my brother and me to tie her up and tickle her feet and we had our stepmom to tickle when we could get her trapped. Then we helped a friend of mine get his mom tied so we could tickle her almost senseless, and our Cub Scout Den had a ticklish den mother and we managed to over power her and tickle her as well. Those experiences made the idea of an older woman getting tied and tickled by younger people one of my favorite fantasies so I’ve always tried my best to make them work out. Here, I’m telling when it was my wife who was older than the Girl Scouts although they were already adults. This was one I wished I could have videotaped but the memory stays fresh.
My wife, Dee, was an Assistant Scout Leader for my Venture troop of mostly older scouts, and they were always very interested in her and the girls in the troop seemed to be a bit jealous of her which wasn’t a surprise given her looks and body. On outings like this, she wore an official scout leader uniform, with a short uniform skirt and a short sleeve shirt and on this occasion, boots as well since we were in the mountains.
We were on a practice Search & Extraction mission, one beautiful warm day, where we gave the girls experience in finding lost and/or injured hikers and how to safely bring them out of the mountains after rendering first aid and stabilizing them. My wife seemed to enjoy flaunting her
mature body in front of the girls, and had volunteered to play the part of the injured hiker and in the first phase we had already found her, so now we were back at the fairly remote campsite starting the second phase of extracting the injured hiker. For this event, we only had six girls, all 18 or older. They made sure to let her hike in ahead of them, probably so they could watch her walk and maybe talk about her, and I sensed that she might have had a little extra swing to her walk due to the attention. She had not played this part before so didn’t have any real expectations beyond spending time in the woods with the girls and me to help with the exercise and of course to help chaperone the trip.
We had Dee stretch out on her back on an eight foot long picnic table, and I gave instructions to the girls. She fit the part of a lost hiker with her short curly hair in a bit of a disarray and her shirt partly pulled out of her skirt. As she lay down on the table she reached over her head and
grabbed the edge of the table, arching her back in a bit of a stretch, while the girls jealously peeked at her. First I had them gather two long poles and all the rope from our rope kit. With Dee stretched out on her back, I told them, “lay out the two poles, one on each side of her”, and when they did so, I said “now it is important to quickly render the victim immobile so if she has any broken bones or internal damage, we won’t take a chance on making it worse. Let’s start with her arms.”
So with her arms already over head, a girl on each side of her quickly took her hand and forearm, stretched them up to the top of the poles while she instinctively tried to pull them back, and then held her down while two others tied her wrists to the pole on each side. Each girl had a good grip on Dee’s forearm with one hand and held Dee’s palm against the pole with the other, leaving room to tie her wrist to the pole. The girls were taking their time and holding her down immobile and I knew it was due to the feeling of power over their little scout leader as one girl held down each hand and wrist. They had looks of satisfaction at making Dee helpless and taking control of her mature body. Dee and the girls had French, white, or silver manicures and the flashing fingernails were very sexy, especially with the added flavor of bondage.
Dee didn’t anticipate that she would be tied down but as soon as the girls put their hands on her slender arms, I knew she was under their control, and from the look on their faces, they recognized it too and seemed to be excited about it. Dee closed her fingers with her silver nail polish over the girls’ hands holding her palms down, giving the impression of fighting against being tied down, which was very sexy especially with her nails glistening against the girls’ tans and their white nail polish while the girls seemed to enjoy dominating her by holding her soft hands. Then I had them tie her arms again, above her elbows and just below her elbows. The girls holding her hands had a firm grip and were clearly enjoying holding her down while she was getting tied up and acted excited at being in control of the bondage. Dee was enthusiastically acting the part of an injured hiker, so she followed our instructions, but she was a bit flushed already from the feeling of losing control in her bound state and bondage has always been arousing to her - now she was getting tied up by a group of girls who clearly had been jealous of her for a long time. And it looked like at least some of them had thought about having control over her in their dreams and fantasies, and, well, we were about to make those fantasies come to life! The sight of two girls with sly smiles holding down both her hands with her silver nail polish while two other girls tied her wrists and bare arms over her head to the poles, and and two had their hands on her bare legs with boots ready to be tied next, was very erotic and almost made me catch my breath.
Then I said, “we will be bringing her down through the mountains and it can get pretty scary so we need to cover her eyes to keep her calm.” One of the girls took off her kerchief and wrapped it across Dee’s eyes as she lifted her head and let her tie it behind her ears. Once she was blindfolded, the girls all seemed to smile at each other or at least were enjoying her inability to see them and what they were doing. There were several conversations going on like they really were enjoying this and maybe were even plotting ways to further dominate or control Dee. Next I said, “we’ll need to immobilize her legs as well, so better take off her boots.” And two of the girls quickly moved to her foot, and untied her boot, pulling it down. One of them dragged the boot along her arch and Dee giggled, and the girl taking her boot off smiled and asked, “Mrs. C, are you ticklish?” She immediately said “no!” but a bit too frantically. That was the wrong thing for her to say, especially when she couldn’t see anything or get her arms free. Her sock on that foot had been pulled partly down by the boot removal, and the girl held her ankle immobile with one hand, took the sock in the middle of her arch with the other hand, curling her long white fingernails under the edge of the sock and finished pulling it down, slowly dragging her fingernails along Dee’s sole as she took the sock off, and Dee giggled again. The girl said, “yes, you are ticklish, and since you’re tied down, there is nothing you can do to stop us from tickling!” Then she used her long nails to tickle the arch and sole of Dee’s bare foot held immobile by the other girl. This had the interest of all the girls, and with Dee blindfolded, they seemed bolder and while the two girls at her armpits stroked their fingers down her soft underarms, two of them moved to her other boot, untied and removed that one, and then pulled her sock off as well.
Again, during the sock removal, this girl also managed to tickle the sole of her foot too and she giggled again, saying “girls, be careful, oh, please don’t tickle me! I can’t stand it!” Each of the girls held one ankle, so as she tried to pull her feet up away from the tickling, they pulled them back down and leaned on her legs to hold them down for the other girls to secure her ankles while one girl still at her hands pulled the poles up to stretch her out as much as possible. That had the feeling of a lesbian gang manhandling her in non-consensual bondage as they pulled her legs apart and down, and another tied each ankle to the pole. I noticed that the first girl tickled her naked foot while the girl holding her ankle had one hand on the sole of her other foot and, from the smile on her face, was also lightly stroking her arch.
Another of the girls was still standing at her outstretched and bound arms and now she had her fingers deep in Dee’s armpits, probably stroking and helping her giggle. Now we had her helpless, and I said, “we need to tie her legs off above and below her knees, leaving her knees free to bend”, and two girls immediately moved to each side and started ties around her legs and the poles. One of them managed to stroke the backside of her knee which made her laugh out loud, and then the girl on the other side did the same thing, making her laugh and roll back and forth. I said, “see how she is able to move back and forth, that can be dangerous, so check the ties and lets make sure she is immobilized and safe to move”.
So the girls tightened up the ties and I told them to get her thighs immobilized as well so they added another set of ropes around Dee’s inner thighs, pulling her skirt up into her crotch and wiggling their fingers in her inner thighs which made her laugh again. Two of the girls were just standing back with one hand on her body enjoying the picture of my petite wife rapidly getting tied down by a group of jealous younger girls, not aware of them all staring at her body. There she was, tied on her back, eyes covered, bare arms stretched above her head, shirt pulled out of her skirt and partially exposing her belly, her naked arms and legs tied to two poles, bare feet ready for tickling, skirt rolled up, with jealous girls who were probably thinking of ways to punish her, and she had volunteered for this role. I think she knew that the girls would be touching her during this exercise because she would be carried, but didn’t realize she would be tied down helpless with random stroking and tickling while blindfolded. But she really had no idea where this would go; before we got done, I planned to have the girls tickling her all over while she was laughing too hard from the overwhelming sensations to protest!
I mentioned that we should check the ties on her arms again, and four of the girls immediately moved to her arms stretched above her head and tied to the poles, and they tightened those ropes as well. Then one of them rolled her sleeve up as close into her armpit as she could and apparently tickled into her pit since she squealed and laughed rolling away from her fingers. But the girl on the other side laughed and did the same and so Dee was laughing and squealing and rolling back and forth, complaining, “stop it, girls, stop it. It tickles too much!” Then two other
girls tickled her helpless feet, and they all they started taunting her, saying, “Mrs. C, does that really tickle?” And “c’mon , how much is too much?” And “ah, look at the helpless exposed leader!” “Not so tough now, are you?”
This was great, I didn’t have to do too much and the girls were already finding ways to tickle my very ticklish and helpless wife. I’m sure they had no idea of how much fun they could have with her when we planned this event, but I’ll bet this would turn out to be a regular event and probably the most popular event we held. It might even spark discussions among the girls about which mom is the most ticklish to be tricked into being the next victim. Under the guise of checking the ties, all of the girls were now holding on to her arms and legs, stroking lightly and tickling with their manicured nails when they could. Dee certainly didn’t expect to be touched all over and tickled by a gang of scouts in her troop and not be able to get away. The assault was making my wife more and more sensitive, and I knew it had to be getting her aroused from the bondage and girls constantly touching her lightly yet firmly.
Now I said, “next we need to anchor the poles so we can finish the preparations.” Four girls moved to the four ends of the poles, pulled them apart and down while others pulled her thighs and upper arms apart so Dee was stretched out as much as possible, and tied the poles to the outside of the picnic table. Now she was effectively spread-eagled wide open and immobilized with her bare feet exposed, her legs bare all the way up to her inner thighs below her pushed-up skirt, and her armpits exposed with her sleeves rolled as high as possible. I was thinking how fast that happened, it was only minutes ago when Dee was still free and now she is a helpless captive and has already been tickled without her consent. It was a sight and I took a couple of pictures just to document the event, although they were too sexy for publication, but I wanted to have them.
Then I said, “what’s next, ladies?” and they looked puzzled. I said, “what about checking for any injuries? How do we know whether or not she has some external cuts or bruises and the transport might make them worse?” So they all started feeling her arms and legs, and I reached over and unbuttoned her shirt and opened it wide, and said, “we need to check her stomach and sides for any injuries”. That brought several girls over and two of them pulled her shirt up to her armpits while the rest started feeling her belly and sides. I said, “we can’t really see her upper body with the shirt in the way, so better untie her upper arms and pull the shirt above those ropes.”
The girls quickly untied the ropes closest to her armpits, pulled her shirt up to the next ropes, and then tied her arms almost at her armpits again, stroking her belly and sides, and tickling into her armpits “by mistake”. Now she was spread-eagled with only her skirt rolled up and her bra exposed, and all the rest of her body available for whatever devilment we could devise. I had forgotten that Dee wore a fairly transparent bra that morning, so you could see the outline of her nipples and the curves of her breasts right through the bra and she was setting maturity standards for these young women. Very sexy for all of us, fortunately with her blindfold she could not see their rapt stares but it was obvious that the bondage and tickling combination was making her nipples start to stand up erect! The girls were giggling and nudging each other to look at Dee’s arousal and making quiet jokes about her helplessness.
The girls started feeling into her armpits, and with all the girls running their hands and long nails all over her body, stroking and tickling, and one of the girls tickling between her toes while pretending to check for injuries, Dee was getting giddy and laughing non-stop, trying to grumble and threaten us all for when she got free. So I said, “that’s too noisy, we won’t be able to effectively work as a team with all that noise”, and one of the girls took her neckerchief and rolled it up and put it in Dee’s open mouth while still tickling to make it impossible for her to keep it closed, and another girl used hers to hold it in place and tied it on the side of her neck.
Now, Dee couldn’t complain and was unable to tell us to stop, and started laughing from the girl tickling the sides of her neck. With that, the intensity of the tickling increased until she was laughing soundlessly and sweating in her armpits and thighs, and rocking her head back and forth. It was very sexy and I could tell that the girls were greatly enjoying the hands-on tickling and the view. I noticed that her nipples were getting stiffer from the tickling and stroking, so clearly she was getting aroused, just as I expected. The girls noticed it as well and could hardly take their eyes off her hard nipples, which were now standing up like two pencil erasers.
Then I said, “that skirt is in the way of our inspection for injuries” and immediately one of the girls reached over and unzipped the skirt, while another held her hips and a third took her waist and inner thigh and lifted up so they could remove the skirt. That exposed her thin panties, similar to her bra, and then she was spread-eagled with all her skin exposed except for bra and panties. But both were transparent enough that you could make out the shapes of her breasts, her erect nipples, and the lips of her vagina. The girls had stopped everything just to take in the erotic sight except for one girl who was running her hands up Dee’s thighs on the pretense of checking for injuries. The side of one hand on her inner thigh was touching her vagina through her flimsy panties with each stroke and the scout was tickling with both hands. Then she used her nails to scratch up Dee’s outer thigh making her gasp through her laughter and it looked like she curled her fingers up in Dee’s inner thigh so she was stroking directly on her vagina lips and maybe touching her clit as Dee let out a sexy moan along with the agonized laughing.
Next, I said, “we need to flip her over to check her back and make sure she has no other injuries, it’s very important that we don’t exacerbate any minor issues.” After untying the poles from the table, the girls took hold of the ends of the poles and Dee’s arms and legs, while one of them held her waist, lifted and turned her over with her face down, then placed a towel under her face to cushion her, and re-secured the poles to the ends of the picnic table. They did this without any direction from me, so clearly they all really liked seeing their Assistant Scoutmaster in rigid bondage, almost naked, and exposed for fondling and tickling. Now she was in the ideal position for spanking and I suspect that the girls would have really liked to take turns spanking her cute ass but that was not on the agenda today! Once she was re-secured and immobile again, they stopped and just looked. I saw that they were looking at her ass which was almost visible through the panties so they could clearly see her curves.
So I said, “we probably should wash her down and carefully check for any damage, ticks, or other skin issues.” They grabbed the water heating on the fire, and mixed it with some cooler water, and once it was just the right temperature, they poured it into several containers, grabbed several brushes, and surrounded her body, from head to toe. Each started dipping their brushes into the warm water, and stroking and scrubbing her all over. One girl poured some water directly on her ass and that made Dee’s panties completely transparent so they could see all the details of her butt and even down into her vagina from the back. One girl was even stroking along Dee’s legs pretending to check for damage. Two of the girls had positioned themselves at Dee’s feet and now they scrubbed her soles with their brushes while she screamed into her gag and tried to pull her feet away. They held her feet immobile and really scrubbed them which was tickling her insanely. Other girls were scrubbing away at her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her waist, her armpits, and even her upper arms, increasing the intensity until she was almost delirious with laughter. I saw a couple of them use their fingers and long nails as well, so they were really getting into the tickling, obviously really enjoying having their own beautiful captive female authority figure under their complete control.
I said, “why don’t we turn her back over and inspect her frontside?”, and they jumped to untie the poles from the picnic table. They quickly grabbed the poles and her body and flipped her back over, then re-secured the poles, again pulling them apart so she was stretched as much as
possible. With her body fully immobilized again, they added more warm water, and started brushing all over her body, clearly tickling her beyond belief. One of the girls held her container over her bra and pretended to stumble, dumping the water onto the bra which turned it into a see-through garment. Then another girl pretended that she was bumped into, causing her to dump some of the water onto her panties. Now, with all her underwear wet and transparent, it was almost as if she was tied down completely naked. Dee’s nipples were standing up as rigid as I’ve ever seen, you could tell she was shaved bare of pubic hair and her vagina lips were parted slightly. Apparently she was getting very turned on and her cute little clit was starting to emerge. Based on the staring I doubt that any of the girls had ever seen a hairless pussy if they had seen one at all other than in porn. As they washed her all over, she was frantic and laughing soundlessly while rolling around so much her ties were getting loosened. I mentioned this and several of the girls quickly tightened up the ropes, clearly not wanting this fun to end.
Then I said, “Now let her rest for a minute and then we need to check her reflexes. Let’s get a few tools for the inspection.” I whispered to one of the girls to find a couple of feathers, and to another to get a couple of forks. Dee was breathing heavily, with her breasts heaving as she gulped in a lungful of air, blew it out, and did it again. This was causing her breasts to expand and showing off her more erect than ever nipples. Now that her bra was transparent, you could see her large brown nipples, enlarged from nursing and now from the erotic teasing and tickling. Then the girls came back with the feathers and forks, and I motioned towards her feet to the girls with forks, and said, “we need to test to see if she has experienced any nerve damage from her injury. There are two types of sensory nerves, large and small fiber. They carry pain and other sensations, like intense pressure, cold, and hot. The Babinski reflex test on her arch will tell us if she has any nerve damage.” As she grunted at me, they took the forks and started dragging them down the arch of her feet, making her jump and start laughing wildly again. One of the girls went to the cooler and grabbed a couple of pieces of ice and handed one to her friend. They proceeded to touch Dee with the ice, first on the soles of her foot, then worked their way up to her inner thighs. Two other girls grabbed more ice and started on her inner arms, working down to her armpits, laughing themselves as Dee twisted back and forth to try to get away from the ice. One of the girls ran ice over her belly, watching it quiver. These sensations were making her squirm and she started laughing again, and then while she was tormented by all the ice, sneakily one of the girls lightly touched her nipple with an ice cube and watched it grow erect again. She never noticed the touch since she had ice all over her body and was reacting to the strong feelings from the ice as well as the forks tickling both her feet.
Next, I said, “we also want to know if she can feel light sensations, and at that, I motioned to the girls with feathers and pointed to her lips, neck, and armpits. They quickly ran the feathers over her lips, which apparently was very ticklish to her so she rocked her head back and forth. One of the other girls came over and held Dee’s head steady so she could not roll it to the side, and the others dug in stroking her lips, neck, and armpits. She was jumping out of her skin, and laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Then she jumped again, and I saw that one of the girls was holding Dee’s fingers down so her palms were exposed, and the other took her fork and was lightly stroking Dee’s palm which apparently was very erotic and ticklish. I noticed that her nipples were still engorged and as large as I’ve ever seen them. Then I said, “time to thoroughly test her restraints to make absolutely certain that she can’t fall out when we’re carrying her down the mountain.” As they started testing the ropes, I added, “it seems that her reaction to tickling is a good test, but we need to ramp it up!” I saw the girls all grin widely and lick their lips as Dee tried to protest.
After fifteen minutes of random tickling in every vulnerable spot on her body, I had the two girls tickling her feet sit on her ankles facing her feet so they could hold them down and really get in a good tickle with their long fingernails, and I had one of the girls at her armpits sit on her belly just below her breasts and tickle her sides and both armpits at the same time, while I had the others hold her arms down and stroke up and down the inside of her arms and her neck. They were very enthusiastic and really dug in and tickled her harder than ever, not having to be sneaky with their touches as before. The girl on her chest had her fingers in Dee’s armpits and her hands touching her breasts, getting more and more bold as Dee struggled under her hands. That was very erotic to watch my helpless wife getting tickled out of her mind by her scouts!
The girls were increasing the helpless feeling from being tied down by also holding Dee’s arms and legs immobile with their hands so she was completely at their mercy. That made it even sexier and memorable!
This story is mostly true except I’ve embellished it a bit and left out that one of the scouts was actually the daughter of my wife’s best friend who knew how very ticklish Dee was so she helped make it happen. This only happened once unfortunately, although I’ve managed to get friends to help trick my wife on other occasions to be surprised, tied, and tickled. It always feels nonconsensual but Dee really likes the feeling of loss of control so even though she goes almost hysterical from tickling, she gets charged from the experience.
When I was young, I had a cute sitter who encouraged my brother and me to tie her up and tickle her feet and we had our stepmom to tickle when we could get her trapped. Then we helped a friend of mine get his mom tied so we could tickle her almost senseless, and our Cub Scout Den had a ticklish den mother and we managed to over power her and tickle her as well. Those experiences made the idea of an older woman getting tied and tickled by younger people one of my favorite fantasies so I’ve always tried my best to make them work out. Here, I’m telling when it was my wife who was older than the Girl Scouts although they were already adults. This was one I wished I could have videotaped but the memory stays fresh.
My wife, Dee, was an Assistant Scout Leader for my Venture troop of mostly older scouts, and they were always very interested in her and the girls in the troop seemed to be a bit jealous of her which wasn’t a surprise given her looks and body. On outings like this, she wore an official scout leader uniform, with a short uniform skirt and a short sleeve shirt and on this occasion, boots as well since we were in the mountains.
We were on a practice Search & Extraction mission, one beautiful warm day, where we gave the girls experience in finding lost and/or injured hikers and how to safely bring them out of the mountains after rendering first aid and stabilizing them. My wife seemed to enjoy flaunting her
mature body in front of the girls, and had volunteered to play the part of the injured hiker and in the first phase we had already found her, so now we were back at the fairly remote campsite starting the second phase of extracting the injured hiker. For this event, we only had six girls, all 18 or older. They made sure to let her hike in ahead of them, probably so they could watch her walk and maybe talk about her, and I sensed that she might have had a little extra swing to her walk due to the attention. She had not played this part before so didn’t have any real expectations beyond spending time in the woods with the girls and me to help with the exercise and of course to help chaperone the trip.
We had Dee stretch out on her back on an eight foot long picnic table, and I gave instructions to the girls. She fit the part of a lost hiker with her short curly hair in a bit of a disarray and her shirt partly pulled out of her skirt. As she lay down on the table she reached over her head and
grabbed the edge of the table, arching her back in a bit of a stretch, while the girls jealously peeked at her. First I had them gather two long poles and all the rope from our rope kit. With Dee stretched out on her back, I told them, “lay out the two poles, one on each side of her”, and when they did so, I said “now it is important to quickly render the victim immobile so if she has any broken bones or internal damage, we won’t take a chance on making it worse. Let’s start with her arms.”
So with her arms already over head, a girl on each side of her quickly took her hand and forearm, stretched them up to the top of the poles while she instinctively tried to pull them back, and then held her down while two others tied her wrists to the pole on each side. Each girl had a good grip on Dee’s forearm with one hand and held Dee’s palm against the pole with the other, leaving room to tie her wrist to the pole. The girls were taking their time and holding her down immobile and I knew it was due to the feeling of power over their little scout leader as one girl held down each hand and wrist. They had looks of satisfaction at making Dee helpless and taking control of her mature body. Dee and the girls had French, white, or silver manicures and the flashing fingernails were very sexy, especially with the added flavor of bondage.
Dee didn’t anticipate that she would be tied down but as soon as the girls put their hands on her slender arms, I knew she was under their control, and from the look on their faces, they recognized it too and seemed to be excited about it. Dee closed her fingers with her silver nail polish over the girls’ hands holding her palms down, giving the impression of fighting against being tied down, which was very sexy especially with her nails glistening against the girls’ tans and their white nail polish while the girls seemed to enjoy dominating her by holding her soft hands. Then I had them tie her arms again, above her elbows and just below her elbows. The girls holding her hands had a firm grip and were clearly enjoying holding her down while she was getting tied up and acted excited at being in control of the bondage. Dee was enthusiastically acting the part of an injured hiker, so she followed our instructions, but she was a bit flushed already from the feeling of losing control in her bound state and bondage has always been arousing to her - now she was getting tied up by a group of girls who clearly had been jealous of her for a long time. And it looked like at least some of them had thought about having control over her in their dreams and fantasies, and, well, we were about to make those fantasies come to life! The sight of two girls with sly smiles holding down both her hands with her silver nail polish while two other girls tied her wrists and bare arms over her head to the poles, and and two had their hands on her bare legs with boots ready to be tied next, was very erotic and almost made me catch my breath.
Then I said, “we will be bringing her down through the mountains and it can get pretty scary so we need to cover her eyes to keep her calm.” One of the girls took off her kerchief and wrapped it across Dee’s eyes as she lifted her head and let her tie it behind her ears. Once she was blindfolded, the girls all seemed to smile at each other or at least were enjoying her inability to see them and what they were doing. There were several conversations going on like they really were enjoying this and maybe were even plotting ways to further dominate or control Dee. Next I said, “we’ll need to immobilize her legs as well, so better take off her boots.” And two of the girls quickly moved to her foot, and untied her boot, pulling it down. One of them dragged the boot along her arch and Dee giggled, and the girl taking her boot off smiled and asked, “Mrs. C, are you ticklish?” She immediately said “no!” but a bit too frantically. That was the wrong thing for her to say, especially when she couldn’t see anything or get her arms free. Her sock on that foot had been pulled partly down by the boot removal, and the girl held her ankle immobile with one hand, took the sock in the middle of her arch with the other hand, curling her long white fingernails under the edge of the sock and finished pulling it down, slowly dragging her fingernails along Dee’s sole as she took the sock off, and Dee giggled again. The girl said, “yes, you are ticklish, and since you’re tied down, there is nothing you can do to stop us from tickling!” Then she used her long nails to tickle the arch and sole of Dee’s bare foot held immobile by the other girl. This had the interest of all the girls, and with Dee blindfolded, they seemed bolder and while the two girls at her armpits stroked their fingers down her soft underarms, two of them moved to her other boot, untied and removed that one, and then pulled her sock off as well.
Again, during the sock removal, this girl also managed to tickle the sole of her foot too and she giggled again, saying “girls, be careful, oh, please don’t tickle me! I can’t stand it!” Each of the girls held one ankle, so as she tried to pull her feet up away from the tickling, they pulled them back down and leaned on her legs to hold them down for the other girls to secure her ankles while one girl still at her hands pulled the poles up to stretch her out as much as possible. That had the feeling of a lesbian gang manhandling her in non-consensual bondage as they pulled her legs apart and down, and another tied each ankle to the pole. I noticed that the first girl tickled her naked foot while the girl holding her ankle had one hand on the sole of her other foot and, from the smile on her face, was also lightly stroking her arch.
Another of the girls was still standing at her outstretched and bound arms and now she had her fingers deep in Dee’s armpits, probably stroking and helping her giggle. Now we had her helpless, and I said, “we need to tie her legs off above and below her knees, leaving her knees free to bend”, and two girls immediately moved to each side and started ties around her legs and the poles. One of them managed to stroke the backside of her knee which made her laugh out loud, and then the girl on the other side did the same thing, making her laugh and roll back and forth. I said, “see how she is able to move back and forth, that can be dangerous, so check the ties and lets make sure she is immobilized and safe to move”.
So the girls tightened up the ties and I told them to get her thighs immobilized as well so they added another set of ropes around Dee’s inner thighs, pulling her skirt up into her crotch and wiggling their fingers in her inner thighs which made her laugh again. Two of the girls were just standing back with one hand on her body enjoying the picture of my petite wife rapidly getting tied down by a group of jealous younger girls, not aware of them all staring at her body. There she was, tied on her back, eyes covered, bare arms stretched above her head, shirt pulled out of her skirt and partially exposing her belly, her naked arms and legs tied to two poles, bare feet ready for tickling, skirt rolled up, with jealous girls who were probably thinking of ways to punish her, and she had volunteered for this role. I think she knew that the girls would be touching her during this exercise because she would be carried, but didn’t realize she would be tied down helpless with random stroking and tickling while blindfolded. But she really had no idea where this would go; before we got done, I planned to have the girls tickling her all over while she was laughing too hard from the overwhelming sensations to protest!
I mentioned that we should check the ties on her arms again, and four of the girls immediately moved to her arms stretched above her head and tied to the poles, and they tightened those ropes as well. Then one of them rolled her sleeve up as close into her armpit as she could and apparently tickled into her pit since she squealed and laughed rolling away from her fingers. But the girl on the other side laughed and did the same and so Dee was laughing and squealing and rolling back and forth, complaining, “stop it, girls, stop it. It tickles too much!” Then two other
girls tickled her helpless feet, and they all they started taunting her, saying, “Mrs. C, does that really tickle?” And “c’mon , how much is too much?” And “ah, look at the helpless exposed leader!” “Not so tough now, are you?”
This was great, I didn’t have to do too much and the girls were already finding ways to tickle my very ticklish and helpless wife. I’m sure they had no idea of how much fun they could have with her when we planned this event, but I’ll bet this would turn out to be a regular event and probably the most popular event we held. It might even spark discussions among the girls about which mom is the most ticklish to be tricked into being the next victim. Under the guise of checking the ties, all of the girls were now holding on to her arms and legs, stroking lightly and tickling with their manicured nails when they could. Dee certainly didn’t expect to be touched all over and tickled by a gang of scouts in her troop and not be able to get away. The assault was making my wife more and more sensitive, and I knew it had to be getting her aroused from the bondage and girls constantly touching her lightly yet firmly.
Now I said, “next we need to anchor the poles so we can finish the preparations.” Four girls moved to the four ends of the poles, pulled them apart and down while others pulled her thighs and upper arms apart so Dee was stretched out as much as possible, and tied the poles to the outside of the picnic table. Now she was effectively spread-eagled wide open and immobilized with her bare feet exposed, her legs bare all the way up to her inner thighs below her pushed-up skirt, and her armpits exposed with her sleeves rolled as high as possible. I was thinking how fast that happened, it was only minutes ago when Dee was still free and now she is a helpless captive and has already been tickled without her consent. It was a sight and I took a couple of pictures just to document the event, although they were too sexy for publication, but I wanted to have them.
Then I said, “what’s next, ladies?” and they looked puzzled. I said, “what about checking for any injuries? How do we know whether or not she has some external cuts or bruises and the transport might make them worse?” So they all started feeling her arms and legs, and I reached over and unbuttoned her shirt and opened it wide, and said, “we need to check her stomach and sides for any injuries”. That brought several girls over and two of them pulled her shirt up to her armpits while the rest started feeling her belly and sides. I said, “we can’t really see her upper body with the shirt in the way, so better untie her upper arms and pull the shirt above those ropes.”
The girls quickly untied the ropes closest to her armpits, pulled her shirt up to the next ropes, and then tied her arms almost at her armpits again, stroking her belly and sides, and tickling into her armpits “by mistake”. Now she was spread-eagled with only her skirt rolled up and her bra exposed, and all the rest of her body available for whatever devilment we could devise. I had forgotten that Dee wore a fairly transparent bra that morning, so you could see the outline of her nipples and the curves of her breasts right through the bra and she was setting maturity standards for these young women. Very sexy for all of us, fortunately with her blindfold she could not see their rapt stares but it was obvious that the bondage and tickling combination was making her nipples start to stand up erect! The girls were giggling and nudging each other to look at Dee’s arousal and making quiet jokes about her helplessness.
The girls started feeling into her armpits, and with all the girls running their hands and long nails all over her body, stroking and tickling, and one of the girls tickling between her toes while pretending to check for injuries, Dee was getting giddy and laughing non-stop, trying to grumble and threaten us all for when she got free. So I said, “that’s too noisy, we won’t be able to effectively work as a team with all that noise”, and one of the girls took her neckerchief and rolled it up and put it in Dee’s open mouth while still tickling to make it impossible for her to keep it closed, and another girl used hers to hold it in place and tied it on the side of her neck.
Now, Dee couldn’t complain and was unable to tell us to stop, and started laughing from the girl tickling the sides of her neck. With that, the intensity of the tickling increased until she was laughing soundlessly and sweating in her armpits and thighs, and rocking her head back and forth. It was very sexy and I could tell that the girls were greatly enjoying the hands-on tickling and the view. I noticed that her nipples were getting stiffer from the tickling and stroking, so clearly she was getting aroused, just as I expected. The girls noticed it as well and could hardly take their eyes off her hard nipples, which were now standing up like two pencil erasers.
Then I said, “that skirt is in the way of our inspection for injuries” and immediately one of the girls reached over and unzipped the skirt, while another held her hips and a third took her waist and inner thigh and lifted up so they could remove the skirt. That exposed her thin panties, similar to her bra, and then she was spread-eagled with all her skin exposed except for bra and panties. But both were transparent enough that you could make out the shapes of her breasts, her erect nipples, and the lips of her vagina. The girls had stopped everything just to take in the erotic sight except for one girl who was running her hands up Dee’s thighs on the pretense of checking for injuries. The side of one hand on her inner thigh was touching her vagina through her flimsy panties with each stroke and the scout was tickling with both hands. Then she used her nails to scratch up Dee’s outer thigh making her gasp through her laughter and it looked like she curled her fingers up in Dee’s inner thigh so she was stroking directly on her vagina lips and maybe touching her clit as Dee let out a sexy moan along with the agonized laughing.
Next, I said, “we need to flip her over to check her back and make sure she has no other injuries, it’s very important that we don’t exacerbate any minor issues.” After untying the poles from the table, the girls took hold of the ends of the poles and Dee’s arms and legs, while one of them held her waist, lifted and turned her over with her face down, then placed a towel under her face to cushion her, and re-secured the poles to the ends of the picnic table. They did this without any direction from me, so clearly they all really liked seeing their Assistant Scoutmaster in rigid bondage, almost naked, and exposed for fondling and tickling. Now she was in the ideal position for spanking and I suspect that the girls would have really liked to take turns spanking her cute ass but that was not on the agenda today! Once she was re-secured and immobile again, they stopped and just looked. I saw that they were looking at her ass which was almost visible through the panties so they could clearly see her curves.
So I said, “we probably should wash her down and carefully check for any damage, ticks, or other skin issues.” They grabbed the water heating on the fire, and mixed it with some cooler water, and once it was just the right temperature, they poured it into several containers, grabbed several brushes, and surrounded her body, from head to toe. Each started dipping their brushes into the warm water, and stroking and scrubbing her all over. One girl poured some water directly on her ass and that made Dee’s panties completely transparent so they could see all the details of her butt and even down into her vagina from the back. One girl was even stroking along Dee’s legs pretending to check for damage. Two of the girls had positioned themselves at Dee’s feet and now they scrubbed her soles with their brushes while she screamed into her gag and tried to pull her feet away. They held her feet immobile and really scrubbed them which was tickling her insanely. Other girls were scrubbing away at her inner thighs, the backs of her knees, her waist, her armpits, and even her upper arms, increasing the intensity until she was almost delirious with laughter. I saw a couple of them use their fingers and long nails as well, so they were really getting into the tickling, obviously really enjoying having their own beautiful captive female authority figure under their complete control.
I said, “why don’t we turn her back over and inspect her frontside?”, and they jumped to untie the poles from the picnic table. They quickly grabbed the poles and her body and flipped her back over, then re-secured the poles, again pulling them apart so she was stretched as much as
possible. With her body fully immobilized again, they added more warm water, and started brushing all over her body, clearly tickling her beyond belief. One of the girls held her container over her bra and pretended to stumble, dumping the water onto the bra which turned it into a see-through garment. Then another girl pretended that she was bumped into, causing her to dump some of the water onto her panties. Now, with all her underwear wet and transparent, it was almost as if she was tied down completely naked. Dee’s nipples were standing up as rigid as I’ve ever seen, you could tell she was shaved bare of pubic hair and her vagina lips were parted slightly. Apparently she was getting very turned on and her cute little clit was starting to emerge. Based on the staring I doubt that any of the girls had ever seen a hairless pussy if they had seen one at all other than in porn. As they washed her all over, she was frantic and laughing soundlessly while rolling around so much her ties were getting loosened. I mentioned this and several of the girls quickly tightened up the ropes, clearly not wanting this fun to end.
Then I said, “Now let her rest for a minute and then we need to check her reflexes. Let’s get a few tools for the inspection.” I whispered to one of the girls to find a couple of feathers, and to another to get a couple of forks. Dee was breathing heavily, with her breasts heaving as she gulped in a lungful of air, blew it out, and did it again. This was causing her breasts to expand and showing off her more erect than ever nipples. Now that her bra was transparent, you could see her large brown nipples, enlarged from nursing and now from the erotic teasing and tickling. Then the girls came back with the feathers and forks, and I motioned towards her feet to the girls with forks, and said, “we need to test to see if she has experienced any nerve damage from her injury. There are two types of sensory nerves, large and small fiber. They carry pain and other sensations, like intense pressure, cold, and hot. The Babinski reflex test on her arch will tell us if she has any nerve damage.” As she grunted at me, they took the forks and started dragging them down the arch of her feet, making her jump and start laughing wildly again. One of the girls went to the cooler and grabbed a couple of pieces of ice and handed one to her friend. They proceeded to touch Dee with the ice, first on the soles of her foot, then worked their way up to her inner thighs. Two other girls grabbed more ice and started on her inner arms, working down to her armpits, laughing themselves as Dee twisted back and forth to try to get away from the ice. One of the girls ran ice over her belly, watching it quiver. These sensations were making her squirm and she started laughing again, and then while she was tormented by all the ice, sneakily one of the girls lightly touched her nipple with an ice cube and watched it grow erect again. She never noticed the touch since she had ice all over her body and was reacting to the strong feelings from the ice as well as the forks tickling both her feet.
Next, I said, “we also want to know if she can feel light sensations, and at that, I motioned to the girls with feathers and pointed to her lips, neck, and armpits. They quickly ran the feathers over her lips, which apparently was very ticklish to her so she rocked her head back and forth. One of the other girls came over and held Dee’s head steady so she could not roll it to the side, and the others dug in stroking her lips, neck, and armpits. She was jumping out of her skin, and laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Then she jumped again, and I saw that one of the girls was holding Dee’s fingers down so her palms were exposed, and the other took her fork and was lightly stroking Dee’s palm which apparently was very erotic and ticklish. I noticed that her nipples were still engorged and as large as I’ve ever seen them. Then I said, “time to thoroughly test her restraints to make absolutely certain that she can’t fall out when we’re carrying her down the mountain.” As they started testing the ropes, I added, “it seems that her reaction to tickling is a good test, but we need to ramp it up!” I saw the girls all grin widely and lick their lips as Dee tried to protest.
After fifteen minutes of random tickling in every vulnerable spot on her body, I had the two girls tickling her feet sit on her ankles facing her feet so they could hold them down and really get in a good tickle with their long fingernails, and I had one of the girls at her armpits sit on her belly just below her breasts and tickle her sides and both armpits at the same time, while I had the others hold her arms down and stroke up and down the inside of her arms and her neck. They were very enthusiastic and really dug in and tickled her harder than ever, not having to be sneaky with their touches as before. The girl on her chest had her fingers in Dee’s armpits and her hands touching her breasts, getting more and more bold as Dee struggled under her hands. That was very erotic to watch my helpless wife getting tickled out of her mind by her scouts!
The girls were increasing the helpless feeling from being tied down by also holding Dee’s arms and legs immobile with their hands so she was completely at their mercy. That made it even sexier and memorable!
