Maria is shrieking with laughter (and some small twinge of apprehension at her sudden incapacitation) as she cries, “No Tickle Monster! Let me go! TeeHeeHee!”. She is rolling around on the couch next to me, trying to right herself so she can stand back up, despite her hands being bound behind her back, in order to escape the fun I have in mind for her.
I grab at her thighs, trying to get a grasp on one of her smooth, slender legs, but she is already wriggling now with her butt clean off the big sofa, trying to steady herself into position to stand.
“You are a little escape artist, aren’t you, Maria!”, I laugh, still trying to yank her back next to me, while she titters and screeches with laughter, trying to maneuver her little body away from me. Now she’s managed to land completely off the couch, kneeling on the basement carpet next to my left knee and still leaning against the sofa to steady herself. “You’ll never catch me, Monster!”, she giggles adorably.
Seizing the opportunity with legs bent in a kneeling position like that, I get off the couch long enough to take two belts and wrap them around her legs, trapping them in that bent-legged, thigh-to-calf pose, so that now Maria is unable to stand, and has her hands bound behind her!
Sitting back again on the couch, I smile, taking in my friend’s sweet-ass younger sister, my plaything for another couple of hours tonight, if my luck holds. Maria is laughing and screaming, “Let me GO, Tickle Monster! HaHaHa!”, as she writhes around, trying to keep balanced while also trying to turn around to crawl away from me on the sofa.
I am enjoying the view of her helplessly writhing around, tied-up and in that slinky red bikini on the carpet at my feet, I offer her a choice, “You are the property of the Tickle Monster now, Maria! I am a fair and just Monster, though. I will give you a choice, my captive! You can climb back onto the couch with your master, or you have one last chance to escape your tickling punishment. If you can crawl across the room to the stairs in two minutes, I’ll let you go. However, if you don’t make it to the stairs, I will tickle you super bad for as long as I choose to make you pay for being my naughty slave. But, if you can get on the couch next to me, we’ll just watch TV, and I’ll only tickle you a little now and then, and then let you go. This choice is yours, my little slave brat! Which will it be?”
Maria is spastic with her sweet laughter as she decides to…
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