TickleGiggleS
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My name is Sarah Nicholson.
I am here to tell my story. On February 21st, I came home from a trip to Europe, and my father, Scott, picked me up from the train station. While we were driving home, he seemed a little nervous, but I did not question it. He is a grown man; he can take care of his own problems. Since my mother left, he and I have had a good relationship. He took care of me and paid for all my expenses, and in return, I worked around the house.
But that day I found out my father has a dark secret. Before I continue, I just want to say that my mother left because she could not take any more of his quote "torture." I am 22, and I was 21 when she left, so I have had the right to choose who I live with, so I chose my father because he was able to give me a better life.
When we were pulling up to our driveway, he closed the gate behind us. He has never done that before. We don't have neighbors, as we live in a remote part of the city.
As soon as we entered home, he said, "Sarah, we need to talk; wait for me in the kitchen," and he went to his room to change.
I waited for a couple of minutes, and then he came back, but he was holding some rope.
He told me to listen to him and said this: "I pay for everything. I pay for your school, your trips, your food, your clothes… I found a way for you to pay me back. I would rather not hear a word from you. If you say one word to me now, or to anyone ever, you can start searching for your mother."
I was so scared when he told me to lie on the floor and when he put me in the hogtie position. He tied my hands together and then tied them to my ankles. I was still in jeans and a t-shirt from the trip.
I wanted to ask why he was doing this, but I was too afraid of losing everything, so I just stayed quiet. For 15 minutes I was lying on the floor hogtied, wondering what was going to happen next. That is when he entered with some old woman; she looked like she was in her 70s. They approached me, and my father took off my sneakers. The woman said, "Oh, what a lovely young lady; I am going to have so much fun with her. My younger sister is tied up in the car for you; she is your age. Have fun, and don't show mercy."
When I heard that, I could not help but wonder what "Do not show mercy" meant. But I soon found out. Before my father left, he slowly took off my socks, so now I was barefoot with this old woman, hogtied and forced to stay silent.
As soon as we heard the car leave, the woman said, "Oh, you are about to cry, young lady," and before I could react, I felt her sharp nails dancing on my soles. I am a very ticklish girl, and my feet are taken care of, so they are soft and sensitive. I started laughing and trying to get away, but my father tied me up good. I was giggling and moving around, but I could not escape her nails. There is a video she took of that session in the evidence, and here is a transcript.
-The video transcript:
Sarah is lying on the floor, hogtied, and the woman is tickling her soles with her long nails.
Sarah: "Oh my God, what?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STOP THAT HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHO.
The woman: "Oh baby, you are mine now; your dad made a deal. Laugh for me, young lady!"
Sarah: What deal? HAHAHAHAHHAHA I can't HAHAHAHAA.
The woman: I get to tickle torture you for an hour while he tickles my sister. Perfect deal! Enough talk, I want to hear you scream!
The woman started tickling Sarah under her toes fast, and Sarah started begging.
…
The video is 56 minutes long, and it is only about Sarah begging and laughing.
…
And yeah, after that she untied me, my father came home, and we kind of just never talked about it again. I thought it was just a one-time thing. But around mid-March, I heard him planning another session, so being fucking terrified of tickle torture, I decided to start searching for Mom or at least a job and a roommate so I can move.
That session never happened because the guy that wanted to tickle me could not blackmail some poor girl into submitting, but I know that my dad was still searching for another tickler.
But there is another incident related to this tickling group. Around noon on the 26th of March, I was just lying in the living room when my father called me on the phone. He told me to unlock the door and go to my room and not come out until he is home.
I did it, and after about 20 minutes there were 2 guys, one in his 30s and another one, much bigger and a little older, in a biker outfit. They came into the house and just sat downstairs. I was scared shitless. "What if they are about to tickle me just like that old lady?" I thought to myself.
Half an hour later, the police car parked in the driveway, and I thought that they were here to arrest my father for being a part of this weird tickling sect, but what I saw next was not what I expected. The policewoman dragged some poor woman with her hands cuffed out of the car and forced her into our home. I could not hear what they were talking about for a couple of minutes, so I came out of my room to check it out. I did my best to stay as quiet as possible, and when I got a clear view of our living room, I saw that woman rolled up in the blanket I was lying on earlier and taped up. Then all three of them started tickling her feet, and she started screaming and pleading for them to stop. It went on for 4 hours straight. She was crying. I could not help her… it felt horrible.
When they left, I waited for my father, and when he got home, I asked him what it was all about. He said that he traded our home as a space for that, and in return I get to skip the next session, but he gets to tickle a wife of one of those men that were in our home earlier.
I was glad to hear that but felt sorry for the woman that was tortured in our home, and I felt sickened by my father's kink.
I am here to tell my story. On February 21st, I came home from a trip to Europe, and my father, Scott, picked me up from the train station. While we were driving home, he seemed a little nervous, but I did not question it. He is a grown man; he can take care of his own problems. Since my mother left, he and I have had a good relationship. He took care of me and paid for all my expenses, and in return, I worked around the house.
But that day I found out my father has a dark secret. Before I continue, I just want to say that my mother left because she could not take any more of his quote "torture." I am 22, and I was 21 when she left, so I have had the right to choose who I live with, so I chose my father because he was able to give me a better life.
When we were pulling up to our driveway, he closed the gate behind us. He has never done that before. We don't have neighbors, as we live in a remote part of the city.
As soon as we entered home, he said, "Sarah, we need to talk; wait for me in the kitchen," and he went to his room to change.
I waited for a couple of minutes, and then he came back, but he was holding some rope.
He told me to listen to him and said this: "I pay for everything. I pay for your school, your trips, your food, your clothes… I found a way for you to pay me back. I would rather not hear a word from you. If you say one word to me now, or to anyone ever, you can start searching for your mother."
I was so scared when he told me to lie on the floor and when he put me in the hogtie position. He tied my hands together and then tied them to my ankles. I was still in jeans and a t-shirt from the trip.
I wanted to ask why he was doing this, but I was too afraid of losing everything, so I just stayed quiet. For 15 minutes I was lying on the floor hogtied, wondering what was going to happen next. That is when he entered with some old woman; she looked like she was in her 70s. They approached me, and my father took off my sneakers. The woman said, "Oh, what a lovely young lady; I am going to have so much fun with her. My younger sister is tied up in the car for you; she is your age. Have fun, and don't show mercy."
When I heard that, I could not help but wonder what "Do not show mercy" meant. But I soon found out. Before my father left, he slowly took off my socks, so now I was barefoot with this old woman, hogtied and forced to stay silent.
As soon as we heard the car leave, the woman said, "Oh, you are about to cry, young lady," and before I could react, I felt her sharp nails dancing on my soles. I am a very ticklish girl, and my feet are taken care of, so they are soft and sensitive. I started laughing and trying to get away, but my father tied me up good. I was giggling and moving around, but I could not escape her nails. There is a video she took of that session in the evidence, and here is a transcript.
-The video transcript:
Sarah is lying on the floor, hogtied, and the woman is tickling her soles with her long nails.
Sarah: "Oh my God, what?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STOP THAT HAHAHAHAH HAHAHAH NOHOHOHOHO.
The woman: "Oh baby, you are mine now; your dad made a deal. Laugh for me, young lady!"
Sarah: What deal? HAHAHAHAHHAHA I can't HAHAHAHAA.
The woman: I get to tickle torture you for an hour while he tickles my sister. Perfect deal! Enough talk, I want to hear you scream!
The woman started tickling Sarah under her toes fast, and Sarah started begging.
…
The video is 56 minutes long, and it is only about Sarah begging and laughing.
…
And yeah, after that she untied me, my father came home, and we kind of just never talked about it again. I thought it was just a one-time thing. But around mid-March, I heard him planning another session, so being fucking terrified of tickle torture, I decided to start searching for Mom or at least a job and a roommate so I can move.
That session never happened because the guy that wanted to tickle me could not blackmail some poor girl into submitting, but I know that my dad was still searching for another tickler.
But there is another incident related to this tickling group. Around noon on the 26th of March, I was just lying in the living room when my father called me on the phone. He told me to unlock the door and go to my room and not come out until he is home.
I did it, and after about 20 minutes there were 2 guys, one in his 30s and another one, much bigger and a little older, in a biker outfit. They came into the house and just sat downstairs. I was scared shitless. "What if they are about to tickle me just like that old lady?" I thought to myself.
Half an hour later, the police car parked in the driveway, and I thought that they were here to arrest my father for being a part of this weird tickling sect, but what I saw next was not what I expected. The policewoman dragged some poor woman with her hands cuffed out of the car and forced her into our home. I could not hear what they were talking about for a couple of minutes, so I came out of my room to check it out. I did my best to stay as quiet as possible, and when I got a clear view of our living room, I saw that woman rolled up in the blanket I was lying on earlier and taped up. Then all three of them started tickling her feet, and she started screaming and pleading for them to stop. It went on for 4 hours straight. She was crying. I could not help her… it felt horrible.
When they left, I waited for my father, and when he got home, I asked him what it was all about. He said that he traded our home as a space for that, and in return I get to skip the next session, but he gets to tickle a wife of one of those men that were in our home earlier.
I was glad to hear that but felt sorry for the woman that was tortured in our home, and I felt sickened by my father's kink.
