My Ticklish Friends

As I let off of her to let her catch her breath, the little sneak tries to jump up from the couch, yelling, “I’m escaping the Tickle Monster, and you won’t find out my secret! Hee hee!”, still obviously in a playful mood indeed.

“Oh, no you don’t! GOTCHA!”, you yell as you manage to grab Maria by her slender upper arm and fling her bodily back down onto the couch. “HoHoHo! So you thought you could escape the torments of The Tickle Monster!”, you grumble in your monster voice as you wind scarves around her ankles and wrists, and then use the one long length of clothesline you find in the laundry room to tie Maria so that she is stretched on her back across the couch, wrists high over her head at one end, and feet sitting exposed at the other armrest. “You’re mine now! My prisoner! And I will pry your secret from you, no matter what!”, and lift your weight from her, standing next to your squirming prize on the couch. “HoHo! All wrapped up and nowhere to go?”, you grin. You've fantasized tickling your best friend's cute little sister before, but never thought you'd actually have that opportunity, let alone with her seemingly agreeable to the whole idea of playing helpless captive.

         Maria is still giggling with glee as she laughs, “Let me GO, you MEANIE!”. She is fighting the bindings and looks incredibly cute as she strains and pulls ineffectually, trapped and coming to understand just how helpless a situation you’ve placed her in, although she is relatively comfy on the couch. Now really getting exasperated, she starts to struggle and starts rolling side-to-side, fighting her bindings, “Hey! I really am trapped here! Let me back up for a minute, so I can use the restroom. Seriously. I need to go.”, she says, looking so adorable as she pouts at you, her pretty eyes showing a trace of fear as she strats breathing faster, in a slight panic now at her plight.

         “Well, all you have to do to get free is tell me your secret! Remember? Are you going to tell me, or will I have to TICKLE it out of you?”, you ask menacingly, while smiling down at her, measuring her reaction to the notion by the sudden look of panic in her beautiful brown eyes.

         Maria flinches at the notion of more tickling and begs in her adorable tiny voice, "Please? I am not kidding now. Just let me pee and then I'll be right back to play your tickle game. I swear!"

“Oh yes, you WILL! Ha! Ha! Ha!”, you mock-laugh while you decide to: