It all started on a saturday afternoon. I was sitting on the couch while my roommate Clara read a book of hers on the kitchen chair. It was a rainy afternoon, and there was absaloutly nothing around for us to do. I became so bored, that I had apparently dozed off, although I don't know when or for how long.
When I woke up, I was surprised to find that my arms were stretched over and behind my head. I tried to pull, but found that my wrists were bound with a rope that was somehow fastened to the bottom of the couch. I tried to sit up, but also found that my ankles were tightly bound together with another rope, connecting to the other bottom side of the couch, leaving me utterly exposed and helpless. I also noticed that my shoes had been taken off my feet, so that I was wearing only white socks. I was about to call Clara to tell her off, but she stepped into the room, grinning wickedly.
"Why the hell am I tied up like this?!" I demanded.
"Because I'm bored," she replied. "And it's about to get a whole lot more exciting around here."
She walked over, and slowly began taking my socks off, lightly running her finger up my sole.
"Hey!" I giggled. "Quit it! What the-" my heart skipped a beat, as I realized what she was going to do.
"Oh, no you don't" I stammered, my face turning pale. "How could- you wouldn't- "
Clara leaned forward and dug her hands into my armpits. I screamed out with laughter, violently rocking back and forth, trying to get free. The feeling was overpowering! I tried to kick her away, but I was held fast.
"Stohahahooooop!" I tried to plead with her, but I was laughing too hard. She moved down to my lower belly, and I was in hysterics. I bucked and twisted, but i couldn't escape the tickling. Her fingers were dragging on my belly right along the rim of my pants, and then twirled into my navel. I screamed, and was lost in another fit of giggles. This went on for about five minutes until she let me catch my breath.
"Having fun?" she asked me mockingly.
"Of course not!" I exclaimed. I am a very ticklish person, who likes to be tickled occasionally, but never for too long, and never like this! I was steaming mad.
"Well, there's always time for change," she said, "'cause we're just getting started."
She eyed my feet, and my heart stopped. My feet are the worst, I mean the worst, place for me to be tickled. My stomach and armpits are bad, but their sorta fun, but my feet, when tickled, I just hate.
"No, no, you can't" I whimpered. "Please!"
Too late. Without warning, she began stroking my feet, up and down, up and down. I tried to hold back, but I couldn't. I began to giggle, then laugh uncontrollably. She took out a feather, and began to drag it up my sole and then wiggle it in-between my toes. I just couldn't take it anymore. I was screaming in laughter, my shoulders heaving, tears streaming down my face. I strained against my bonds, but like before, it was no use. Eventualy, I gave up, and just lay there helplessly, laughing so hard I was crying. I don't know how long this went on, probably a half hour, but it seemed like days.
Finally, she untied me, and left me to recover, and didn't say a word about it .