TIED UP AND TICKLED

BY VELOCITY

This is one of about a dozen tickle stories I can remember from my youth. This particular story deals with a teen boy tickling a young girl. As usual, it contains a little girl, sexual situations, bondage and tickling.

I was outside our house fetching the paper when little 8-year-old Lisa was crossing our lawn, headed for her house. She had just returned from the pool, and was wearing a T-shirt over a cute little blue-checked bikini. Lisa was a gorgeous child: fair complexion (tanned a bit in the summer), long brown hair, blue eyes, cute little nose, and naturally silky smooth skin that is native to a young child.

I've had a tickle and bondage fetish since I was very young, and the sight of Lisa triggered this in me. This being the late 60's, people weren't quite as paranoid regarding their children as they are now, and a 14 year old boy tickling or tying up an eight year old girl was dismissed lightly by the adults as harmless kid's play. I looked around the neighborhood. Luckily, nobody was outside at the moment. Nobody was in our house at the time, and I knew that nobody would be for about an hour. Everything was perfect, and I acted on impulse. I ran down to a surprised Lisa, who didn't move quickly enough to get away, and grabbed her, picked her up in my arms, and carried her quickly into the house.

"Now I gotcha!" I exclaimed to her as I carried her upstairs to my room. Lisa giggled and squirmed a bit in my arms, not sure what I had in mind. She knew me well enough to know she wasn't in any danger (I was big bro to all the little girls in the neighborhood), but wasn't sure what I had in mind. She'd soon find out.

I laid her gently on my big bed, took hold of her T-shirt at the bottom, and pulled it over her head and off of her. She wiggled about on the bed as I did this. "What are you doing?" she giggled. I laid on my side next to her and gathered both tiny wrists in one hands, pinning them over her head so her arms were outstretched. She giggled again, her eyes wide, wondering what I was going to do. I scissored her legs in mine so she couldn't kick. I had her helpless. I adjusted the pillow under her head and stretched her body out a bit so she'd be comfortable, but well exposed.

"Tom, why are you doing this.... EEEEEEEEEEEE! ...hee hee hee hee...." Her words dissolved into a squeal and then a high girlish giggle as a fingertip from my free hand lightly stroked the delicate skin of one of her underarms. "Hee hee hee hee hee ..... YOU!... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...." I gently stroked one underarm, then the other, listening to her squeals and giggles, and feeling her struggle uselessly, trying to lower her arms. "Hee hee hee..... that tickles meee hee hee hee hee hee....."

I let her rest a short while, and she giggled softly, looking up at me. I then put my fingertip on her slim tummy and lightly traced it back and forth, just above her belly button. She started giggling again... "Hee hee hee hee hee.... no faaaaaair... hee hee hee hee hee...." I could feel her legs wiggling in my scissors hold, trying to get free. She squirmed as much as she could in a futile effort to get away from the tickle finger. I let my finger wander all over her silky soft skin, from tummy to her exposed ribs. "Hee hee hee hee hee....oh, stop, Tom... hee hee hee...it's too hoo hoo.. much.. hee hee....tickles.... hee hee hee hee....." I looked at the sweet little face, head thrown back on the pillow, eyes shut, nose wrinkled, mouth wide open, giggling in a high pitched young girl's voice. I was in heaven, tickling this little girl who was completely at my mercy, helpless to fight me, only able to giggle as my finger traced paths on all her ticklish spots.

After more tickling, followed by some rest, I let her go for a moment. She lay there giggling, but made no effort to get up or try to escape. I went to my drawer and got quite a few pair of socks, then tied them together in two "ropes." She watched this, then realized what I had in mind. Her eyes widened with the realization, and she started giggling in anticipation. "Hee hee hee....no you DON'T.. hee hee hee..." I sat on top of her, pinned each arm back, one at a time, and tied each at the wrist, fastening the other end to a bedpost. I pulled her down so she was fairly stretched out, not uncomfortably, and sat gently on her thighs to pin her in place.

Little 8 year old Lisa giggled, waiting for the next tickle attack. It came shortly. Lisa was wearing a bikini top with a string tie around the back. I unfastened the string tie without removing the top yet. I placed my fingertips on the sides of her arched ribcage. She squirmed a bit and giggled some more, knowing what was coming, but completely helpless to stop it. I felt the ribcage under her smooth, creamy, delicate skin. I grinned at her, saying "Now I'm gonna getcha!". She stuck her tongue out at me playfully and giggled.

I dug my fingers gently into the sides of her ribs and wiggled them medium hard. The high-pitched giggles from before were replaced by a much deeper, earthier laughter. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.......now stop that.... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...." I watched her toss her head from side to side and tug with her bound arms at the sock-ropes that held her helplessly in place. Her face was a picture of delight, now, nose wrinkled more than before, eyes shut tighter, mouth as wide as possible, gorgeous laughter pealing out of it. I felt her squirming under me, trying to free her tied legs, trying to wiggle around, trying to fight with her arms---and laughing and laughing and laughing, completely helpless.

I stopped when her face turned a bit too red and let her catch her breath. "Had enough?" I asked her?

Her answer surprised me. "You can do a little more...." she said, between giggles.

I was taken aback, to say the least. "You LIKE being tickled?"

"It's fun, Tom, when you do it; you're the best tickler in the world; it tickles like everything!"

Music to my ears. I gently dug my fingers into the front of her ribs, just below her bikini top, and wiggled them quickly. "Oh, you like it, huh?" I teased as I tickled her

"EEEEEEEEEEEEE..... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee.... EEEEEEEEE!" she squealed in reply. I responded by tickling her ribs harder, She squirmed hard now, and giggled and giggled and giggled.

"Tickle tickle?" I playfully teased.

"EEEEEEEE.... hee hee hee .....yeeeessss... hee hee hee hee hee..."

I must have tickled too hard, because the wiggling caused the skimpy little bikini top (the string was still untied) to slip off, revealing her small breasts. I was a bit embarrassed, as was she. There was a moment of silence from both of us, then she started giggling again, "Hee hee hee....this is silllllyyyyyyy!" she giggled. "You tickled my bikini off!" The sheer silliness of it started me giggling, too, and we both turned red at it and laughed at this new development. Eventually, that subsided and I took the bikini and began to replace it, when, on impulse, I reached down and lightly stroked the bottom of a breast. She responded with a very high-pitched giggle.

"That tickles?" I asked, a bit surprised.

"Hee hee hee... yes," she giggled. "Tooooo much!"

Wrong thing to tell a tickle monster. I put the bikini away and began lightly tickling the bottoms and sides of both breasts with my fingertips. She responded with more high-pitched soft giggling. I put a fingertip on the bottom of each little breast and wiggled them playfully, causing more giggling. I felt the soft small balls of flesh wiggling under my fingers, watched the cute face, eyes now wide open, and listened to the sweet, soft giggle. "Ohhhh, hee hee hee hee hee....Tom, that's not nice!.. hee hee hee hee hee hee.....now quit that, pleeeeeeease, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee....."

Eventually, I stopped but I left bikini top lying on the bed beside us. I wanted my little 8 year old tickle victim completely exposed to my fingers. She smiled at me, said "Thank you," and made little kissing motions with her lips. I made kisses back at her and then moved to the foot of the bed, resting on her ankles, not so much as to hurt them, but enough to pin them in place. I took her sandals off and began running a fingertip up and down her soles. She giggled some, but didn't really react much to it. Apparently her feet weren't that ticklish. I tried different kinds of tickles on her feet, but without a lot of luck. Ahh, well, one can't have everything. I'd love to tell you that her feet were the most ticklish place, but this is a true story.

"You had enough yet?" I asked her, ready to untie her.

"Just a little more, please," she replied.

This precious sweetie couldn't get enough of my torture! Naturally, I was more than happy to oblige. I moved up the bed a bit, sat on one thigh to immobilize it, keeping as much of my weight off of it as I could) and locked the other one in one arm. I scampered my free fingertips over the thigh locked in the other arm. I found out that this bugged her more than tickled---except on the inside of the thigh. The inside thigh tickle brought squeals of delighted laughter from her. The closer I got to her bikini bottom, the more delighted the squeals became. I watched her face as I tickled up and down the inside of her thigh. The head was thrown all the way back, eyes closed in a semi-squint, and repeated squeal-laughs came from her mouth. It was a face that reflected obvious enjoyment.

"You like this tickle?" I asked, as I let her catch her breath.

"Hee hee hee hee....uh, huh, it's the best tickle of all.... hee hee hee hee."

I believed that, as she made almost no effort to free her thigh when I tickled it. I got off her other thigh, and sat on the bed with her butt in my lap, took hold of a leg and scribbled my fingers up and down the soft, fleshy inner thigh. She squealed again and laughed and giggled. I accidentally, let my fingers wander too high (yes, it was actually accidental), and the knuckles briefly tickled her crotch. I was surprised to find it a little moist. She responded with a high pitched shriek. Taken aback, I stopped abruptly.

"Oh, no you DON'T!" my little temptress exclaimed when she got her breath. It wasn't a scared or nasty tone, as she told me later she knew it was just an accident. I was never one to be told what to do. I was already devising different sexual tickling techniques to use on her when she challenged me, and I wasn't going to let her completely boss me.

"Oh, I DON'T, huh???" I said. "Well, how about if I do THIS??!" I reached for the top of her bikini bottom, pulled it down around her knees and exposing her abdomen and soft, hairless lips of her sex, then lightly with fingertip I tickled her.

Her response was unlike the others. She laughed a hard loud laugh. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA..." I did it for a few more seconds. She laughed hard again and started kicking her legs.

I let go of her bikini and grinned at her. She stuck her tongue out at me again and giggled. I climbed back on top of her, stretched her out as far as wasn't uncomfortable for her, so she couldn't wiggle around much, and sat firmly on her thighs so she couldn't move her legs. I pulled her bikini bottom down as far as I could, completely exposing her little sex and looked at her questioningly, saying "Okay?"

She lifted her head a bit, then nodded, lowered her head onto the pillow, and giggled in anticipation.

Rather than go right to work on her, I lowered my fingers slowly toward her exposed abdomen, wiggling them as I did so. She started giggling. I made a silly descent type noise "ROWWWWWWWEEERRRRR!" as I lowered them. She responded by giggling shrilly, but I stopped short and raised them again. She giggled at me, "Hee hee hee, no fair teasing... hee hee hee hee...." I repeated the fake descent a few more times, drawing more giggles from her and more protests. Finally, I lowered my hands and scampered the fingertips all over her naked abdomen.

She responded by throwing her head back and laughing hard. "AAAAAAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA........AHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!......HA HA HA HA HA HA......."

I tickled her mercilessly this way, and she laughed and laughed. I watched the cute little face bawling with laughter. I watched her tossing her head from side to side and thrashing wildly with her tied arms against the tough ropes that held her tiny form so helpless. I felt her trying to squirm her hips from side to side in an effort to get away from the tickle fingers that were tickling now her smooth, silky vagina. I could feel her legs pressing against my hand as she tried vainly to kick with them. She laughed and laughed, her voice a loud raucous type laugh. "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.. I'll pee myself!!!.....AAAAAAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.......AAAAAAHHH HA HA HA HA HA......"

As she started to grow desensitized to my touch on her little pink slit, I moved up and tickled her hard everyplace on her upper body. She squealed as I wiggle tickled her tummy hard "EEEEEEEEEE.... hee hee hee hee hee....EEEEEEEEEEE!...", emitted an earthy low laugh as I put my finger in her bellybutton and wiggled it "Ho ho ho ho hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo...ha ha ha ha ha ha.....", and giggle shrilly as I tickled the front and sides of her ribs "eeeee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee....eee hee hee hee hee hee hee heeeeeee....", finally giggling softly as I tickled the soft, now moist hollows of her underarms...."ohhhhh..hee hee hee hee......no no no no.... hee hee hee hee hee hee....."

I let the poor little girl rest for a moment, and checked my watch. Only 40 minutes.. but it seemed like I'd been tickling her for ages, it was so much fun. "Had enough, yet?" I teased her.

"Just a little more, please, but not so hard, okay?" she begged.

"Oh, you like it soft, eh?" I asked. A thought crossed my mind and I giggled and rushed out of the room downstairs. I returned with something hidden behind my back. She laid there on the bed, making her self comfortable. "Tom, will you do me a favor and scratch my nose?.... it itches."

I scratched it to her satisfaction, then sat back on her thighs. "Well, this ought to be a little wet," I said producing the ice cube that was hidden behind my back.

Her eyes widened at the sight of it and she giggled and started shaking her head. "No you don't, Tom. no no no no no no no.....it's cold!!" Her voice broke off into giggles as the ice cube touched the sensitive skin of her tummy. "Hee hee hee hee hee hee...." she giggled in a high-pitched but beautifully soft giggle...."hee hee hee hee hee...it's cold.... hee hee hee...meeee hee hee hee....oooohhh it's cold!... hee hee hee hee hee hee...."

I couldn't resist the gorgeous sound of this giggle, and I tickled her for at least 10 minutes with the ice cube, giving her ample time, as always, to catch her breath. She giggled and giggled, always the same high-pitched, soft, pleasing giggle. I touched the ice cube to her little breasts then. I moved it around her stiff little nipples, leaving wet trails while she moaned, excited by the cold sensation on her skin. As the ice cube moved from her tiny breasts and tickled her tummy, ribs and underarms, her cute face looked a lot more relaxed as she laughed, and her arms didn't flail as much. I pulled her bikini bottom down the same as i had before and used the ice cube on her most sensitive parts, rubbing it gently and slowly within the folds of her little sex while she tugged at the ropes that held her tied to my bed and laughed her heart out. It was then that it happened all at sudden. She peed herself and I found myself watched in fascination as the tiny trickle flew from between her legs and onto the bed. I could hear her moan in relief and say "I told you this will happen!" and then she giggled again.

Finally, I thought she was getting too winded from her near hour of tickling. I untied her from the ropes that held her strapped to the bed.

She gradually stopped giggling and got her breath. Her entire small body was wet from sweat, melted ice cubes and her own pee. Then she sat up and wrapped her arms around me (somewhat weakly from all the tickling) and pulled my face to hers and kissed me on the lips for what seemed forever. "That was the best tickling punishment I've EVER had!" she told me. She hugged me as tightly as she could and I held my little girl, naked and wet and messy, in my arms until she regained her breath.

I hadn't exactly expected that response, and I'm sure I blushed profusely while thinking about what I did to her in a sexual way. We cleaned the bed and I helped her take a bath and dress up in her little T-shirt and then carried her back in my arms down the stairs. On request from her, I carried her the three doors down the street to her house, giving her little rib tickles as I went, which brought giggles and leg kicks from her. I set her down on the porch and kissed her lips.

She looked up at me and said: "Thanks for carrying me home. The tickle was fun!"

"Sure was," I replied. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"Maybe," she said, with a playful, childlike gleam in her eye, "But you'll have to catch me first!" And with that, she scurried through the door.

I "caught" her five or six times after that, but none of the tickle and bondage sessions were quite as extended as that first one, though all were mutually enjoyable and she even managed to pee herself again. Of course there were several other girls that I tickled during my teens... I can remember at least a dozen special instances. Perhaps, if the readers want, I'll recount them sometime..