Persephone
2nd Level Red Feather
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This is my first time ever posting a story based on true events here on the TMF. All my stories are based on fantasies and roleplays. However over the past two years of really exploring my fetish and putting myself out there in the tickling community I have experienced many wonderful tickle sessions.
This one in particular really stands out to me because it was something I had always fantasized about happening to me and was shocked that it actually came true when it did.
As everyone knows, each year in May there is a tickle gathering held called NEST. I, like many others here on the TMF, have heard and known about NEST for several years. In the years before I attended my first one in 2010, I used to imagine what it would be like to actually meet other ticklephiles such as myself.
My first year at NEST in 2010 was an amazing experience and was even more wonderful than I ever could have anticipated.
Little did I know that NEST 2011 would blow the previous years out of the water.
For years I had heard of the kidnapping scenarios that occur at NEST. And after attending my first NEST I saw them first hand.
People being grabbed when they least expected it, being dragged away within a matter of seconds at the hands of hooded men waiting in dark corners and doorways. It sounds fake…but it does happen, trust me.
You sign yourself up for a kidnapping but are given no notice whether or not you will be chosen…when it will happen…IF it will happen. So the anticipation is always there.
I was too nervous to sign up my first year at NEST…it seemed too overwhelming for me because I had rarely even had any tickle sessions at all under my belt.
But I knew when NEST 2011 rolled around I was ready to sign up for a kidnapping. The concept of being grabbed when I least expected it and then tickled silly was just something I HAD to sign up for.
So in the weeks preceding NEST I signed up for the kidnapping via email and sent it in. How people are chosen to be kidnapped is kept a secret…how many who sign up is a secret…WHO signs up is kept quiet. So I really had no idea what was going to happen.
NEST 2011 finally came and the entire weekend passed by in a flash. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday had all come and gone. I had met new people, played with a few people, and just had an overall amazing time.
Of course I saw people being kidnapped the entire weekend. One girl was grabbed at the bar when she least expected it during Happy Hour.
By Sunday, I had put it out of my mind that I might have a chance to be kidnapped. I figured it was the last full day there with the long eight hour play party and that everyone would be caught up in that and kidnappings wouldn’t occur anymore.
Boy was I mistaken.
I had decided to sleep in on Sunday instead of getting up by nine to catch breakfast with everyone in the lobby. Instead I decided sleep was more important, especially cause I had stayed up late the night before talking and hanging out with people in the lobby until 4:00 a.m.
I took my time getting up and ready for the last full day of NEST.
No sooner had I walked out of my room I noticed some people hiding behind where the elevators were, putting on ski masks. One of them pointed at me and I felt my heart completely stop.
Before I realized what I was doing I sprinted in the opposite direction, losing a flip-flop in my escape attempt, and scaring a cleaning lady half to death as she was stepping out of a nearby room.
I didn’t get too far because I stumbled due to the lack of one of my shoes. I was grabbed easily and a black hood was forced over my head. I was literally dragged to the elevator by my unknown assailants, trembling from excitement, nervousness, and shock over what had transpired in less than thirty seconds.
My phone and room key were taken out of my hands, and they held my hands behind my back and led me swiftly through the dining area to a private room booked in the back of the hotel, for bondage equipment that was to be used for the party that day.
I was swiftly led into this room, the door closed, and hustled onto a bondage bench. I was securely tied down before I realized what was happening. I was spread taught, my arms over my head and my legs slightly apart.
My other shoe was removed and the cuffs were tightened so I could barely wiggle.
The hood was taken off and finally I could see who my four assailants were. They teased me about saying I was in big trouble for trying to get away. That there was no escape. That I was theirs to torment for however long they wished.
All four of my kidnappers dove on to me and began to tickle the shit out of me. One was solely at my feet, tickling up and down with their fingers and scratching at my toes. My toes were given a lot of attention, pinched, squeezed, scratched…you name it, it happened to my toes.
My knees were squeezed, my calves teased. All along I just laughed and laughed unable to even form words for any kind of mercy.
This was the nonstop, merciless tickling I had always dreamed of. The other ‘lers were busy lifting my shirt slightly to have access to my belly. Raspberries were blown all over my belly, especially my navel. What really drove me wild were raspberries being blown into my underarms and then someone licking my underarms! It was madness! I loved every second of it and it continued on for over twenty minutes.
I have never laughed so hard in my life. I was a sweaty mess by the time it was over, my entire body felt tingly and it still felt like I had forty fingers tickling and exploring all over my ticklish body.
The kidnapping was something I’ll never forget. It was something I had always fantasized about happening and it actually came true. It was because I had put myself out of my comfort zone, attended a ticklish gathering, and finally had the backbone to do something completely new.
It was one of the most memorable sessions of my life.
This one in particular really stands out to me because it was something I had always fantasized about happening to me and was shocked that it actually came true when it did.
As everyone knows, each year in May there is a tickle gathering held called NEST. I, like many others here on the TMF, have heard and known about NEST for several years. In the years before I attended my first one in 2010, I used to imagine what it would be like to actually meet other ticklephiles such as myself.
My first year at NEST in 2010 was an amazing experience and was even more wonderful than I ever could have anticipated.
Little did I know that NEST 2011 would blow the previous years out of the water.
For years I had heard of the kidnapping scenarios that occur at NEST. And after attending my first NEST I saw them first hand.
People being grabbed when they least expected it, being dragged away within a matter of seconds at the hands of hooded men waiting in dark corners and doorways. It sounds fake…but it does happen, trust me.
You sign yourself up for a kidnapping but are given no notice whether or not you will be chosen…when it will happen…IF it will happen. So the anticipation is always there.
I was too nervous to sign up my first year at NEST…it seemed too overwhelming for me because I had rarely even had any tickle sessions at all under my belt.
But I knew when NEST 2011 rolled around I was ready to sign up for a kidnapping. The concept of being grabbed when I least expected it and then tickled silly was just something I HAD to sign up for.
So in the weeks preceding NEST I signed up for the kidnapping via email and sent it in. How people are chosen to be kidnapped is kept a secret…how many who sign up is a secret…WHO signs up is kept quiet. So I really had no idea what was going to happen.
NEST 2011 finally came and the entire weekend passed by in a flash. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday had all come and gone. I had met new people, played with a few people, and just had an overall amazing time.
Of course I saw people being kidnapped the entire weekend. One girl was grabbed at the bar when she least expected it during Happy Hour.
By Sunday, I had put it out of my mind that I might have a chance to be kidnapped. I figured it was the last full day there with the long eight hour play party and that everyone would be caught up in that and kidnappings wouldn’t occur anymore.
Boy was I mistaken.
I had decided to sleep in on Sunday instead of getting up by nine to catch breakfast with everyone in the lobby. Instead I decided sleep was more important, especially cause I had stayed up late the night before talking and hanging out with people in the lobby until 4:00 a.m.
I took my time getting up and ready for the last full day of NEST.
No sooner had I walked out of my room I noticed some people hiding behind where the elevators were, putting on ski masks. One of them pointed at me and I felt my heart completely stop.
Before I realized what I was doing I sprinted in the opposite direction, losing a flip-flop in my escape attempt, and scaring a cleaning lady half to death as she was stepping out of a nearby room.
I didn’t get too far because I stumbled due to the lack of one of my shoes. I was grabbed easily and a black hood was forced over my head. I was literally dragged to the elevator by my unknown assailants, trembling from excitement, nervousness, and shock over what had transpired in less than thirty seconds.
My phone and room key were taken out of my hands, and they held my hands behind my back and led me swiftly through the dining area to a private room booked in the back of the hotel, for bondage equipment that was to be used for the party that day.
I was swiftly led into this room, the door closed, and hustled onto a bondage bench. I was securely tied down before I realized what was happening. I was spread taught, my arms over my head and my legs slightly apart.
My other shoe was removed and the cuffs were tightened so I could barely wiggle.
The hood was taken off and finally I could see who my four assailants were. They teased me about saying I was in big trouble for trying to get away. That there was no escape. That I was theirs to torment for however long they wished.
All four of my kidnappers dove on to me and began to tickle the shit out of me. One was solely at my feet, tickling up and down with their fingers and scratching at my toes. My toes were given a lot of attention, pinched, squeezed, scratched…you name it, it happened to my toes.
My knees were squeezed, my calves teased. All along I just laughed and laughed unable to even form words for any kind of mercy.
This was the nonstop, merciless tickling I had always dreamed of. The other ‘lers were busy lifting my shirt slightly to have access to my belly. Raspberries were blown all over my belly, especially my navel. What really drove me wild were raspberries being blown into my underarms and then someone licking my underarms! It was madness! I loved every second of it and it continued on for over twenty minutes.
I have never laughed so hard in my life. I was a sweaty mess by the time it was over, my entire body felt tingly and it still felt like I had forty fingers tickling and exploring all over my ticklish body.
The kidnapping was something I’ll never forget. It was something I had always fantasized about happening and it actually came true. It was because I had put myself out of my comfort zone, attended a ticklish gathering, and finally had the backbone to do something completely new.
It was one of the most memorable sessions of my life.
NEST is the greatest. 
That is the most crazy and amazing real life tickling experience I have ever heard about! To be the tickler in such a kidnapping roleplay would be a dream come true for me. 
