Tickle Bullies: FF/F Tickling

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I continued to scream into Marisa’s handgag, Dena’s fingers kept wiggling, I writhed to untie my hands to no avail, they both laughed, and finally Dena stopped and said, “OK, Mariss. You can take you hand off.”

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You're right, Dena did enjoy dominating me, I suppose. She does have a kinky side - still does, years later - and I just think she enjoyed being able to have me at her mercy. And I have to say, even though I was the one tied up and tortured, she sure made it fun. Can't say I minded it when Dena would tie me up. Hope that doesn't make me odd. Although maybe it does, a little. I nodded as Marisa arrived in front of me, wearing the same outfit (short-sleeved button-down sweater, grey chinos, clogs) minus the red store vest. God, Dena! Isn’t that gross? I mean, your feet?” Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Dena’s latest foot-gag. Dena arrived with more rope in her hands and smiled and resumed playing the part of the evil kidnapper.What are you looking for?” Marisa asked. “You want to tie his hands and feet, that’s all? Or hoist him up or something?” Shhhh,” Dena whispered. “No yelling. Now I’m going to take my hand off your mouth and you’re not going to yell again, OK?” Well,” Marisa said with a killer smile and blush, reaching across the counter and taking my hand, “I haven’t tied anyone up since I was about 10. I get off at 6 – would you mind…” And with that Dena lunged at me, catching me easily, and pulling me to the floor, where she pinned me and laughed. I swear I wasn’t in the door a minute!

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I was determined to keep our secret. “N-no, never,” I said. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” I mean,” Dena said, still on top of me, “I need special ropes, just for you, Jess. Just to tie you up with. That’s why we’re going shopping.”That entire 2 minutes was so fun. Jacob really enjoyed every second of it. Her reactions were so cute and laughter was like music. Marisa was behind the counter in “household items,” a section that was entirely empty, when Dena and I approached. Nah, not yet. I’ve just got to try my favorite torture one more time. Come’ere!” And she grabbed and forced me face-up on the couch next to her.