As the fall evening grew cooler, Julie wished she had brought a sweater
as she stepped up to Lucy Jensen's front door. All she wore was a floral
sleeveless dress and flats, and she was feeling the chill in the air. It
had been years since Julie had done any babysitting, not since high school,
and as she now rang Lucy's doorbell, unfound memories of the brats she had
been asked to watch on those occasions flashed through her mind. It was no
wonder that when Lucy, a single mother whom she had gotten to know this
semester at community college, had asked Julie between classes this morning
if she could watch her daughter tonight, Julie had hesitated.
"Please say you will," Lucy had said sweetly, wrapping her long, slim
fingers around Julie's hand. "I've got a date tonight with someone very
special and my mom's got the flu. I don't know who else I can ask at this
Lucy was very nice, and very pretty: winsome, with smiling blue eyes and
short blond hair. Julie had liked the feel of Lucy's hand around hers, and
couldn't help but be a little jealous of Lucy's date.
"It wouldn't really be like babysitting," Lucy had reasoned. "Karen's
sixteen, after all. I just get worried leaving her alone in the house.
Besides," she had smiled, giving Julie's hand a gentle squeeze, "I think
she'll really like you. I know I do."
"In that case, how can I refuse?" Julie had smiled back . . .
"Hi. Are you Julie?" A teenaged girl with long blond hair and blue eyes
stood in the open doorway.
She wore a soft cotton blouse, jeans and black socks, and had a bright grin
on her face.
"That's me," Julie smiled back. "You must be Karen."
"Yup. Come on in. Mom's already left," Karen explained, closing the door
behind them. As they walked into the living room, another girl with
somewhat darker, shoulder length hair, dressed in a sweatshirt, shorts and
white socks, walked in from the kitchen.
"This is my friend Keri," Karen said.
"Hi," Keri smiled shyly.
Julie raised one eyebrow. "So I'm babysitting the both of you, is that it?"
Karen rolled her eyes, still grinning. "We're not that bad."
Julie laughed out loud. "It's no problem."
"Cool," Keri smiled more broadly. "I just nuked some popcorn, if you guys
The three settled down in the living room with popcorn and soft drinks,
Julie on the sofa, Keri in a big leather recliner, and Karen on the
carpeted floor on her stomach, turning on the television set and flipping
through channels with the remote. At one point Karen set down the remote to
grab a fistful of popcorn, and a scene from an old film appeared on the
screen. In it, an escape artist was hanging upside down in a tank full of
water, endeavoring to free himself from the confines of a straight
Keri began to giggle. "Hey, Kar, you remember when we tied Sharon up last
Several kernels of popcorn sputtered through Karen's lips as she laughed.
"Yeah. She couldn't get loose. She started to really get scared, even
though she was laughing."
Julie grinned. "You know, when I was little, and we played cowboys and
Indians, I was always the white settler woman who got caught by the
Indians. The other kids would tie me up, but I always got loose."
Karen looked back at Julie with her head propped up on one hand. "Really?
"Yup. Always managed to wriggle out."
"I'll bet Keri and I could tie you up so you couldn't get loose."
Julie smirked. "I don't think so."
Karen sat up. "Wanna bet?"
"Oh, please," Julie rolled her eyes.
Keri spoke up now. "Dare you. Double dare you."
Julie had long ago recognized that not once in her life had she been able
to resist a dare, and it was quickly becoming evident to her that this time
was not going to be an exception. She thought for a moment.
"What are you going to tie me up with?"
The two teenagers looked at each other.
"If it's rope, forget it," Julie said firmly. "Rope burns."
"Don't you have some old stockings we can use, Kar?" Keri asked.
Karen turned the television set off and stood up. "Good idea." She ran off
to her bedroom and came back with two pairs. As Julie sat forward on the
sofa with her wrists together, Karen took one stocking and wrapped it
tightly around Julie's wrists, ending up by tying what she thought was her
Julie wriggled her arms around and around and back and forth for several
minutes and managed to free herself.
"Hey!" Karen exclaimed, disappointed.
"Let me try." Keri said. She took the stocking from Julie, who, smirking
knowingly, again offered her wrists for bondage. Keri looped the nylon
around and between Julie's wrists, finished with a knot and stepped back.
It took Julie several minutes longer, but just as a satisfied grin began to
form on Keri's face, Julie again freed herself.
"See? That was too easy."
"Okay," Keri said. "We'll try it one more time. But this time, you sit in
the recliner, okay Julie?"
"Sure," Julie smiled, stepping over to the recliner and sinking into it,
"but it won't make a difference."
"We'll see," Keri said, stepping behind the back of the recliner. "Gimme
Julie raised her hands over her head, and Keri pulled them back behind
Julies head, again wrapping the stocking tightly around Julie's wrists. As
she did this, she looked at her friend and nodded at Julie's legs. Karen
caught on immediately and grabbed another stocking.
As Karen approached Julie, Keri pulled Julie's arms toward her, yanking
Julie back. Julie's weight against the back of the recliner forced it to
open up, and the footrest brought her legs up.
"Hey!" Julie started.
"Relax," Karen said, winding a stocking around her bare ankles. "We're just
"Now wait a minute," Julie protested, "you guys are going too far." She
tried to lift herself up, but Keri had already stretched the nylon down and
was tying the end to the rear base of the recliner, pinning back Julie's
bare biceps on either side of her head. Karen quickly bound Julies ankles
together, brought the loose end of the stocking down beneath the footrest
and, stretching the nylon tautly, fastened it to the connecting rods.
When both girls were done they stepped back to admire their handiwork.
Julie was indeed struggling against her bonds, yanking at her wrists and
wiggling her feet. She tried this for several minutes before finally
realizing that she wasn't going anywhere.
"See?" Keri grinned.
"Told you we could do it," Karen agreed.
Julie relaxed. "Okay, okay, you win. I can't get loose. You can let me go,
Karen laughed out loud. "No way!"
"C'mon," Julie said.
Karen looked Julie over and noticed that Julie's flats had slipped off her
heels and were dangling on her toes from her constant wriggling. She
reached down, placed her index finger behind the heel of Julie's left shoe
and flicked her finger up quickly, sending the shoe flying off of Julies
"Hey!" Julie cried.
"Oops," Karen giggled. "You lost your shoe." She reached down again and
flicked off Julie's other shoe.
"Hey!" Julie cried again. "Give me back my shoes!"
Karen nudged her friend with her elbow and winked. Keri grinned back, and
the two knelt on the floor on either side of the footrest. Karen studied
Julie's bare soles. The balls and heels of her feet were flushed pink, and
the skin on her arches and beneath her toes was pale. There was no musky
odor, but rather the very slight fragrance of perfumed soap.
"C'mon, guys, let me go," Julie whined.
"Know what I read someplace, Julie?" Karen asked.
"I read that in the Pacific islands, when the tribes went to war with each
other, they would torture their prisoners. The men would torture the male
prisoners, and the women would torture the female prisoners . . . "
"Karen," Julie warned nervously, "this isn't funny any more. Let me go."
"And the men used all kinds of nasty tortures on the male prisoners, like
burning them with hot coals, or burying them up to their necks on the beach
and waiting for the tide to come in. But you know how the women tortured
their female captives?"
"Karen, please . . . "
"I'll tell you how. They tickled their feet."
Julie's eyes widened. "Karen, no! Please!"
In unison, each girl brought one hand toward each of Julie's bare feet and
began to gently caress the soles, gliding their fingers very lightly up and
down, up and down. Julie bucked, yanking frantically at the nylons binding
her wrists and ankles. She wasn't giggling yet, but she clamped her eyes
shut, shaking her head from side to side, burying her face into her
stretched biceps, trying with all the will power she could muster to cope
with the terrible
tickling sensations on the soles of her feet.
"Stop! Stop it! It tickles!"
The two girls kept tickling while Karen went on with her history lesson.
"Yup, they would just tickle their feet, very slowly and very lightly, just
like this, all over . . . "
Karen slowly glided her fingertips across Julie's right sole, around the
outer edge of her foot, and began to gently stroke the top of her foot,
from the tops of the toes to the ankle, while Keri continued to softly
caress Julie's left sole with the soft pads of her fingertips, up and down,
up and down. A smile finally grew on Julie's face.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee-hee. Stop it. Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee. It tickles."
No matter how much Julie wiggled her feet, Keri kept stroking up and down
Julie's left sole, never changing her technique, always lightly running the
five fingertips of her left hand from the ball of the foot just below the
toes, slowly down the sole, along the arch and edge of the foot, down to
the soft heel, and then slowly back up again, gently, almost lovingly, as
if Julie's bare sole craved Keri's soft touch. Karen ran the fingertips of
her right hand up and down the top of Julie's right foot several more times
before gliding them up over the tips of the toes and back down to the sole,
stopping just at the top of the arch. She then began to wiggle her
fingertips there, slowly, lightly teasing the skin.
Julie began to laugh out loud now. "Sto-hah-hah-hah-hahp!
Karen continued her oration while she and Keri tickled and tickled.
"Could you imagine being one of those women being tortured, Julie? Two
women, or maybe even three or four, tickling and tickling all over your
With that, Karen brought her left hand up and began to lightly wiggle her
fingertips along the skin on the top of Julie's right foot while the
fingertips of her right hand wiggled just as slowly and lightly and
fiendishly along Julie's right sole.
"And they would never stop, Julie," Karen said. "If the women tickling you
got tired or bored, there were always more to take their places. They would
just tickle and tickle your feet."
Keri followed suit, tickling with both hands, flicking all of her
fingertips just a bit more quickly, but just as lightly and teasingly, on
every bit of skin, all over the sole and top of Julie's left foot. Julie
was in hysterics now, guffawing and thrashing as wildly as her bonds would
allow, pleading and begging the girls to stop tickling her feet between
insane shrieks of laughter.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah! Sto-hah-hah-hah-hah-hahp! It ti-hi-hi-hi-hicles!
You're tickling my
The two girls were merciless in their torturing of Julie's bare feet. The
lightness of their touch never wavered. Both girls had very short nails,
and they never scratched, never allowed their fingertips to do any more
than flick teasingly on the skin. They were oblivious to Julie's screams of
laughter, and hardly more than a grin appeared on their faces. They were
immersed, totally fascinated with the sensations they knew their fingertips
were producing on the skin of Julie's feet. They tickled and tickled.
Ultimately, all Julie could do was laugh and laugh. Her mind could not even
form the words she needed to plead for mercy. All that existed in her
universe was helpless laughter and the awful constant tickling from the ten
dancing fingertips that felt like ants crawling all over her bare feet.
Just as Julie thought she was about to lose her mind and consciousness
seemed to begin to cloud over, the tickling stopped abruptly.
Julie's laughter ceased just as suddenly, and as she fought to regain her
breath, she opened her eyes and saw what had interrupted her torment.
Three women had entered the living room. One of them was Lucy, who was
closing the door behind them. The others were an Italian-looking girl with
curly, shoulder-length brown hair and a Mexican with an ebony pony tail
ending at the middle of her back. All three were dressed to kill, with very
high, very clinging evening dresses, sheer stockings and heels. They stood
there, taking in the sight of the two teenaged girls kneeling at the bare
feet of a bound and helpless Julie.
"Looks like we missed the real party, ladies," the Mexican girl smirked.
Lucy placed her hands on her hips and looked sternly at Karen. "What's
"We were just tickling Julie's feet, Mom," Karen said as innocently as she
"Lucy, untie me, please!" Julie cried out. "They were driving me crazy!"
"Karen," Lucy said calmly, "go up to your room. We'll talk later."
"Yes, Mom," Karen sulked. She rose and headed toward the stairs.
The Italian-looking girl shot a withering stare at Keri. "That means you
"Yes, Mom." Keri rose and followed Karen up the stairs.
When they heard Karen's bedroom door shut, the three women walked over to
Julie. Lucy knelt at Julie's right side, Keri's mother at her left, and the
Mexican at her feet.
Lucy stroked Julie's damp forehead. "Oh, Sweety. I'm sorry, hon."
"It's okay." Julie enjoyed Lucy's touch for a moment. "Can you untie me,
Keri's mother also reached over to stroke Julie's hair. "I hope you'll
understand that the girls didn't mean any harm," she said sweetly. She
leaned over and softly kissed Julie on the cheek.
"This is Monica, Julie, that special someone I told you about," Lucy told
her. "Are you sure you're okay?" Lucy then also began to plant soft kisses
on Julie's forehead and right cheek.
"No harm done." The thrill of having these two beautiful women lavish such
loving attention on her was almost enough to make her forget the torment
their daughters had just inflicted on her. "It's just that they were so
tickly, and I'm so ticklish."
The Mexican girl started to stroke the tops of Julie's feet soothingly with
the palm of her right hand.
"Poor thing. I'm Esperanza, Julie. Now that we're here, maybe we can help
you to feel better." With that, Esperanza lowered her lips to Julie's toes
and softly kissed the tip of each toe one by one.
"Poor thing," Lucy cooed over and over again, caressing Julie's brow and
kissing her cheek.
"Yes, poor baby," Monica whispered, letting her kisses stray from Julie's
left cheek to the underside of her left biceps, kissing softly up to the
elbow and back down to the biceps, sending chills through Julie's spine.
The tender kisses that these three women were planting on her cheeks and
arms and toes were sending electric pleasure throughout Julie's body,
impulses that seemed to culminate between her bound legs. She could feel
herself moistening, feel her clit beginning to swell. She moaned.
Lucy brought her face away from Julie's and began to run the tip of her
right index finger's long nail along the underside of Julie's right biceps.
She smiled sweetly.
"You know, I've noticed the way you've been stealing looks at me this
semester. I like it. And I like you. You're so sweet. I love your smile.
And I love your laugh. You really sounded so cute when we walked in and the
girls were still tickling your feet." Having said that, Lucy lowered her
mouth to Julie's smooth, shaven right armpit and, with the tip of her
tongue, licked at it once, very slowly.
Julie giggled abruptly. "Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! No, not that!"
Monica grinned wickedly and brought her own mouth to Julie's left armpit,
interspersing soft kisses with light, quick flicks of the tip of her
"No-ho-ho-ho-ho! Plea-hee-hee-hee-heese!" Julie laughed out loud.
"Well," Esperanza spoke up, "I guess I get these tasty feet." With the flat
of her tongue, Esperanza licked once, slowly and steadily, from Julie's
left heel up to her toes.
She went to Julie's right foot and licked once in just the same way, from
heel to toes. Back to the left sole for one lick, then back to the right
sole for another lick, over and over, while Lucy and Monica licked and
licked Julie's bare armpits. Upward licks, over and over again. Like
kittens lapping up milk.
Julie was in hysterics for the second time tonight, but this time the
torturous tickling was compounded with Lucy's constant whisperings of,
"Poor thing. Sweet, sweet thing," between licks at Julie's right armpit.
Julie also felt her crotch getting wetter and wetter.
Julie's squeals of laughter suddenly heightened in pitch, and Lucy and
Monica stopped licking to see that Esperanza was now using her long
fingernails, quickly fluttering the tips up and down Julie's sensitive bare
Monica returned to attack Julie's left armpit, using her own long
fingernails in light, downward scratches. Lucy reached down with her right
hand and tickled all over Julie's ribs and stomach.
"Aw," Lucy teased, "Poor Julie's ticklish. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
"Hah, hah, hah, hah!" Julie screamed. "Ple-hee-hee- heese! No more!"
Lucy showed no mercy, though, and as Monica scratched lightly at Julie's
left armpit and Esperanza continued to tickle and tickle all over Julie's
bare feet with her long fingernails, Lucy propped herself up, placed her
hands on either side of Julie's rib cage and tickled.
"Kootchie, kootchie, koo. Tickle tickle, tickle." She dug her fingertips
into Julie's ribs all over, up and down, over and over again, tickling and
tickling with the same fervor her daughter had displayed when she had
tickled and tickled Julie's bare foot.
Lucy tickled Julie's tummy, went back to her ribs, back down to her tummy,
and then quickly
reached down, grabbed the hem of Julie's floral dress and pulled it up
above her waist. She reached up beneath the dress and found Julie's
breasts. Julie was wearing a satin bra, and Lucy tweaked at the nipples,
lightly scratching at the tips of the nipples through the fabric with the
tips of the nails on her index fingers.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Julie was frantic. Her deep guffaws were quickly interspersed with
high-pitched squeals of laughter.
Monica savagely tickled both armpits, Lucy tickled her nipples and her
ribs, Esperanza tickled and tickled her bare feet, and the entire time her
crotch was getting wetter and wetter, and her clit was tingling, almost
burning, getting more and more swollen.
Lucy sensed this and withdrew her hands from Julie's nipples and ribs. She
reached down, placed the palm of her right hand on the crotch of Julie's
satin panties. When she felt the tip of Julie's swollen button beneath the
fabric, she wiggled the tip of her middle finger over it very quickly.
"Julie's ticklish here, too," Lucy cooed. "Julie's a very ticklish girl.
Tickle, tickle, Julie. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
Monica now had gone back to licking Julie's left armpit, up and up, over
and over, while she
squeezed and fondled Julie's breasts. Esperanza was endeavoring to cover
every square inch of bare skin on Julie's feet with her tongue.
Lucy continued to tickle the tip of Julie's clit through the fabric of her
panties. It was too much. The tidal wave of sensation overwhelmed Julie.
The tickling of her clit had become unbearable. Her laughter stopped for a
moment. He breath caught in her throat. Lucy said the word "tickle" one
last time, and Julie grunted so hard that she thought her throat wouldn't
bear the strain. There was an explosion of release within her, and then
another, and then a third and a fourth. Her grunts softened, turned to
moans, and she realized that the tickling had stopped.
"That was so cool," Esperanza said and began to undo the stocking that held
Monica rose, stepped behind the recliner, undid Keri's handiwork and then
looked at her watch. "Christ," she said, "look at the time. I've got to
"Same here," Esperanza said. She got up and planted a soft kiss on Julie's
lips. "Nice meeting you, Julie. Hope we can do this again soon."
Julie could only nod.
"Me, too," said Monica. She leaned down, kissed Julie on the lips and
turned to Lucy, who was still kneeling at Julie's right side. "Keep my brat
until tomorrow, okay? And don't be too hard on Karen."
"Well, it was no way for her to treat the baby-sitter, but on the other
hand," she reached over to take Julie's right hand, "I think it worked out
for the best. Right, Julie?"
Julie smirked, still exhausted. "Just wait until it's your turn."
Lucy laughed. "Oh yeah? I double dare you."
At that, Julie grinned, because not once in her life had she been able to
resist a dare.