F／M Tickling Underground Prison ConfinementⅡ: A man is kept as a tickle slave in an underground dungeon

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Just as Dena was in the lotus position, I quietly flipped the switch for the other player. Dance music blared and she must have jumped sky-high. I fell to the ground laughing my ass off. I have to tell you, it was funny.

Sugar, if you don't tell me, I have to gag you again and then go tell Robin you're not cooperating. Do you want to deal with her again? Look, tell me, and if you promise not to shout, I won't gag you again. You really have no choice." I gave up. Lee slipped my sneakers off and tied the rope around my feet. Then another. Then they all got off me, hopped to their feet, and looked at their work while I rolled around with my hands and feet tied.

This made me think of the first time Dena ever tied and tortured me and, for some reason, I felt safe. Once again, I was 14 and I’m sure I had a little kinkiness in me. I wanted to get free, but I can’t say I was having a bad time. Once I was blindfolded and stretched out I waited for a few minutes for something to happen. I couldn't hear her and I was worried that maybe she'd left or something. after what seemed like an eternity my feet started to itch. I couldn't move them much because my toes were tied, but they were really itching a lot. I wiggled my feet around trying in vain to scratch them on the arm of the couch, but I was tied too tight and I couldn't reach. After a couple of minutes it was downright unbearable, then I felt her hand on my shoulder. Then I heard her voice whisper in my ear. "Are your feet itchy? Hmm?" Reaver Pan is certainly no child in the Eternal Torture Chamber , he's whatever AGE I decided. But the current image above is debatable. I can see now what the original artist meant when they had to remove their art due to harrasment. Some people just want to see everything one way and may look at your hard work with disgust and see it only one way. Hee hee,” Dena giggle some more. “I know, I’m just big bad Dena, right? And now I’ve lured you into my lair! Gee whiz, your paranoid!” I don’t suppose there’s anything I can do to change your mind? You know, we haven’t talked about that. Can I buy you off? Do chores? Uh…be your slave for the day? Anything I can do to keep you from tying me up?” I asked, weakly.

Guess we have to gag you," she said, and forced the first one over my mouth. Then the second. My yelling was now muffled. Yeah," Robin said, kneeling down next to me. "I told him if that gag comes out again, he gets worse."Dena grabed all three ropes off the wall and began to advance on me, grinning like the cat playing with a mouse. Dena, the last time you gave me a ‘lesson ‘ you wound up pinning me down and poking my rubs until I cried ‘Uncle!’ Remember? Your mom heard that – I was so embarrassed!” About 15 minutes had passed when everything got quiet. I got nervous and decided I needed to move. I squirmed out of my hiding place, got to my feet, turned…and there was Marisa! I screamed into my gag and ran down the pile of carpet, only to fall and land on one of the lower piles. Marisa ran in and pounced on me, pinning on this same pile of carpets. Uh uh. My rule. My shoes stay on,” I said emphatically, standing in the center of the mats. I felt a little more secure with my sneakers on was all – though I don’t know why I made a big deal out of it.

Mmmph---oh no,” I said, finally getting her foot off my mouth and dashing across the room to get away from my captor. “If there is a next time, I should get to tie YOU up, Dena. You’re EVIL!” You mean we should gag him? Wow – you play serious,” Marisa said. “What do you want to gag him with? We have some rags or tape or something?”And with that, she tied my feet at the ankles with very little problem. Then she tied my knees and dragged me over to the futon. As I got there, the doorbell rang! It was Marisa! Rachel starts to paint my toes as Melanie holds my feet still. “Don’t move Slave, you don’t want to get polish all over your feet!” They laugh at me as she takes her time painting each toe. “Our slave boy will have pretty feet like us girls!” They all giggle as they’re really enjoying themselves. At the same time Natalie and Steph begins to apply makeup to my face. I try to turn my head but Natalie holds it still. “Go ahead Steph! Make him look nice!” I try to plead with my eyes hoping the girls will shows mercy but it’s no use. They’re having way too much fun and they’re not stopping. “That’ll teach you to disobey! You deserve this slave!” Rachel says. I was humiliated by 4 younger girls and there was nothing I could do.