I love to hitchhike. I've seen a lot of the US this way. From the wild streets of New York, to the majestic mountains of Idaho. And it's been quite a thrilling adventure! But it's times like now I will never forget. And makes me wish I had never put my thumb out to begin with. In fact... my hitchhiking days may be over completely. I'm here all alone right now. Held against my will. And am being forced to write down everything that's happened to me so far, at my captor's demand.
It's December 10th now. Five days ago I was dropped off in Tennessee. Straight into a heavy blizzard. It was so bad I could barely see the road ahead of me. The white snow had a bluish hue. I found myself soon walking down a forest road. Lost for hours and hours. I should never have veered off the highway, in this kind of weather. But, I always had a love for exploring. And I thought I would find a place to be indoors by now.
I was becoming as frozen as a popsicle. Thankfully I had on my pink snow boots and matching pink snow jacket, scarf, ear muffs, and mittens to protect me. I thought to myself that hopefully someone would see the bright colors on me, and save me from the icy grasp of the Tennessee hills. Up and down I traveled for miles it seems. I couldn't find any homes or any people to help me. That is until I saw... HIM.
He was dressed all in black. Like death creeping and coming towards me in the snow. I could barely see him at first. Until he grew closer. And when I saw him I immediately felt fear instead of relief. A chill far worse than the wind could produce. I wanted to turn around and run away. But, the blizzard was too intense for me to go it alone any longer.
I waved, and ran towards him with the little strength I had left. When I reached him he at first didn't say a word. I could barely see his face as he had a black scarf wrapped around his face. His eyes were red because of the whipping wind. And his dark, large brimmed hat pulled low. I cried out "Help me PLEASE Sir!!"
I waited for a response but he just looked at me up and down for a full minute. I thought death itself would take me first, it took him so long for him to speak to me. Those eyes trailed over my body. I was grateful to be covered fully. But I noticed he kept looking down at the ground. At least I thought it was the ground. I realized he was looking at my boots. I found that so strange. "They ARE really cute though," I thought to myself.
He took down his scarf. It was only then that he spoke. "Are you lost, darlin'?"
"YES!! Sir, help me!! I don't know where I'm going. I'm SO COLD!!"
He grinned at me in such a way that the first chill I had when I saw him, was outdone by the one I had then. "Well, my place is just over that hill. Come with me, and you can get warmed up by my fire."
I had lucked out. When I heard the words "warm" and "fire" I just wanted to wrap my arms around him. But... that grin he had... it stayed with me. It unnerved me. I decided I had no choice, and followed him as he led the way. It took us about 45 minutes to reach his place. I think. Time was lost to me.
It was a log cabin. It looked dingy from the outside. Black and rotting. And yet almost beautiful in its rustic manner. The wild part of me was up for an adventure! Even if I had to sleep with him for a night, out of this cold weather, I was willing. It would be worth it. I was hungry, tired, and cold.
He opened the door for me. As I walked inside I can't say I was too surprised. It was sparsely furnished. Just as cold. And looked as if no one had lived there for years. I saw spider webs on the ceiling. No TV. Only a transistor radio, dishes, a dinner table, and a couple of dirty couches. Dust laid all around in sheathes. I couldn't see the bedroom or bathroom from where I stood. Nor did I really want to. I wanted to leave as soon as I could. But my eyes trailed to the fireplace. It wasn't lit yet. But I knew it would be soon. I tried to relax. It wasn't easy.
I felt him walk around me. A shiver crawled up my spine. He kept on his snow clothes and went over to the fireplace. Immediately he set to the task of lighting it for us. I looked around unsure as to what to do. I decided to take off my jacket and hang it on the old coat rack. I stood there in silence as I watched him tangle with the fireplace to get it lit.
"Have a seat, darlin'. Make yourself at home."
His voice was friendly enough, though I still felt uneasy. I sat down, completely exhausted onto the dirty couch. It oddly felt so comfortable. I could have fallen asleep right then and there.
Just as the fire came to life, so did he. He took off his clothes then. He wore dark jeans and a red sweater that was coming apart at the seams. He walked past me slowly... eyeing me. He didn't take off his boots. They left trails of wet snow wherever he went. I could see his face for the first time. He had a short brown beard. Obviously he cared enough about his appearance to keep it short. And a mustache. But his eyebrows and eyes were so dark... menacing even. He grinned at me again. That grin. Whatever plans he had I would play to. I didn't want to get hurt.
He then walked over to what looked like a party tray. Silver glasses and alcohol. Probably the most expensive things he owned. With his back turned to me, I heard him pouring something into glasses. He then turned back to me, handing me a glass. I was hesitant to take it at first. "Drink this. It'll warm you right up."
I took the glass from him. Grateful for anything that could relieve the cold. I drank it hungrily, nearly finishing the drink. I coughed like crazy then. It was an alcohol I couldn't place. "What is this?" I asked as politely as I could. I finished it before he could answer. It tasted funny. But it warmed me up immediately. Like a baby and a warm bottle.
"Made it myself. Good stuff."
I smiled at him and reached out for more. He took the glass from me and poured me another. This time I sipped on it. He went back and sat across from me on the opposite couch. That grin again...
It wasn't long before I felt dizzy. I began to feel sleepy. I put down my drink onto the floor, and laid down on the couch. I heard him say before I went under... "Sweet dreams, tootsie..." It made me giggle as I fell asleep. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
I don't know how long it was before I woke up. But when I did... I couldn't move. As soon as my eyes could focus I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was tied to a chair! My arms strapped down. One of my legs was stretched out on a black, dusty stool. Tied down by the knee and ankle. The other was tied to the chair underneath me. Even my wrists and elbows were tied to the arms. I was still here in the living room. With the fireplace re-lit with more wood. My boots had been taken off. My feet were bare. I heard his voice from behind me.
"Wakey, wakey, darlin'."
My head was still jumbled. Where was I? How did I get here? I tried to move my legs but both were set in place by the restraints. I started to scream. "Now, now. Pipe down little lady. No one can hear you, anyhow. No one else lives out here, not for 50 miles."
"Please don't hurt me!" I'll do anything you want... just don't hurt me!" Tears began to roll down my face.
"Oh, I'd never hurt a pretty little thing like you. I just want to have a little fun with you."
I steadied myself to be raped. But this was quite an odd position to be raped in. "What do you want from me??"
"I just want to see you smile."
My mind jangled and jingled like bells from the alcohol. I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. I was so scared I tried really hard to understand what he meant. He wants to see me smile? I can do that! I think...?? He walked out in front of me and sat down before my foot stretched out before him. I smiled as brightly as I could. Teeth flashing.
"What a pretty smile..." He pulled a white feather out from underneath his red sweater. "Tell me girlie.... Are ya ticklish?"
That word he said... ticklish... am I ticklish? Ticklish?? What did that mean... ticklish... wait wait... I think it means... oh my god.. not... ticklish? Not... oh my god... oh fuck. I tried to yank my foot back but it was firmly held in place. Now I was REALLY scared.
"Sir... I know you've probably been out here a long time but I'm NOT ticklish... That's funny. Ha ha ha. You're being silly. Let's have another drink! Come on... untie me. I laughed as loudly and as sweetly as I could.
"Soo... You're tellin' me a pretty little thing like you ain't ticklish. Not even on these pretty feet?"
"What are you talking about Sir?! Ha ha ... you're so silly...what a funny man you are. I'm NOT ticklish. Come on now... please untie me."
I smiled again as brightly as I could muster. I shook my head no quickly. But he then began to wave the feather from side to side like a metronome. And that grin reappeared.
THIS is what he had in mind?? I thought back to my college days. Where my then boyfriend loved to get his hands on my feet to tickle. It always ended with me crying. I was THAT ticklish. But he never tried to tickle me with a feather. Maybe I could withstand it. Maybe I wouldn't be TOO ticklish. And hopefully this crazy guy will get bored and let me go. But go where? Back into the blizzard? Oh my god. I was trapped no matter what with this insane lunatic. "The Tennessee Tickler" flashed through my mind. I could just see it on the news now. This is unreal.
"Ok... ok... I'm a LITTLE ticklish! But I don't like to be tickled. Please don't do this. Look I'll sleep with you. Whatever you want. Just untie me and we'll have some fun, OK?
"Oh, we'll have us some fun alright, girlie.... I'm gonna have some fun right now with your pretty FOOT..."
I sucked in my breath as I watched him lower the feather to my heel. I tried once more to escape. But I was held down very tight and completely immobile. My heart was beating a mile a minute. He slithered the feather up my sole like a snake. I laughed before I could try and stop myself. It rang in my ears, the laugh was so loud.
"Oh please...HAHAHAHAAAA NOHOHO MOOOOORE!!" He twirled the feather in his hand for a moment with a huge smile. And re-lowered it back to my heel. This time he made a straight line up my foot... up the arch... and all the way to the very tip top of my 3rd toe. This was absolute torture and no way could I take anymore of this. I was in shock at how ticklish I was to his feather.
Once again he re-lowered it to my heel and slithered it back up. This time ending over my big toe. He wiggled it over the top of my toe for what seemed like an eternity. My pronounced laughter rang out throughout the cabin, echoing.
"AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! FUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!! AAAAEEEHAHHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!"
My foot was in shock. It was taut... I was barely able to wiggle my toes. But they did slightly. Quivering really.
"OH OH PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!! HAHAHAAAAAA AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I screamed! "I'M HAHAHAHAH TOO TICKLIIIISH AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed again.
He smiled at me again and said "My, my... You're a ticklish one, ain't ya?"
"YESSSS!!" I screamed out. Let me go let me go let me go PLEASE!!!!"
"Now, why in the world would I let you go? With such a pretty... bare... ticklish foot..."
"Because... BECAUSE..." I watched as he lowered the feather again once more to my heel. I was about to beg but he cut me off when he began the tickling again. "AAAAAHEHEHEHEH HAHAHAHAAAAA!!!" He began to speak again, but I could barely hear him over my laughter. But what I heard struck pure fear into my heart.
"Oh, yeah... Tickle, tickle little darlin'... Your feet are so damn ticklish... I think I've caught a keeper."
My body froze up. But completely melted again from the foot tickling. My foot felt so alone and helpless. I didn't have too much time to think about what he said. I began again into a fit of laughter. That feather was going to drive me into madness. From then on, every time I tried to say something, the feather stopped me, forcing me to laugh hysterically. At this point I could no longer hear the wind outside. Just my screams and laughter. Every once in a while the Tickler would laugh with me. At me? Probably at me. I had no idea. It was all becoming a blur. A blur that would soon turn black. I must have passed out. The next thing I knew I was being woken up with smelling salts. He was close to my face, standing over me smiling.
"No nappin', sugar foot. I can't make ya scream if you're passed out. Ready for some more ticklin'?"
"No... oh no... PLEASE!! NO MORE. NOT THAT!!! Anything but that!! I BEG OF YOU!!!"
The Tickler just grinned again. Without a word he went back to his couch, across from my bare foot. He picked up his feather and began tickling at it, over and over again. I hollered when he started. Immediately the laughter consumed me. Mind, body, and soul. My toes were wiggling madly this time. He seemed to love the focal points of my arch and toes. He tickled each toe independently. Then would wiggle the tip of the feather across the arch. THAT was the worst. It seemed to be the most ticklish spot on me. The more the tickling went on... the more he kept tickling that area.
"Oh nooohohohoAAAAAahahahaAAAAA!! NOT THERE!!! PLEAHEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THERE!!! I CAHAHAHAHAANT TAAAHAHAHAA IHIHIHIT!!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA NAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!"
"Ohhh yeah! Right... Here! Right in your sexy arch... Gitchie gitchie goooo!"
Oh god!! What he said just amplified my ticklishness to 11. I wanted to pass out again desperately. And thankfully I did soon enough. But the process started all over again. The smelling salts. And back to tickling my foot with that damn feather. "HEEEEELP HAHAHAHAAAA HEEELP MEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!!" I knew no one was coming in my heart. But I was working on pure instincts at this point.
"Scream all you want, sweetie pie. Ain't nobody but you and me up here, for miles and miles. In a snowstorm." He laughed so cruelly then.
I finally accepted my fate. He was right. I would never escape here, if he didn't want me to.
The tickling went on and on. He just wouldn't stop. The only time he did was to get something to eat. He offered some to me but I wouldn't take it. So what did he do? He feathered my foot again until I agreed. He didn't allow me to use my hands. He just hand fed me a turkey sandwich. He watched me intently the entire time. I tried to avoid his eyes. But I couldn't help but look back into them from time to time. Trying to plead with them to let me go. But he never wavered or took pity on me. Afterwards he resumed tickling my foot. And again I passed out. When he awoke me for the final time, he sat back down one last time with the feather in hand.
"Now... I'm gonna show you the true meanin' of bare foot ticklin'."
His words made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He lowered the feather again and began to tickle the heel.. all the way back to my arch and toes. Then back down to my instep. I laughed as hysterically as I had ever been tonight. My ticklishness just would not end. And the shadows of the fire danced across his face. I looked straight at him. He wasn't smiling anymore.
As I continued to laugh, I watched as his other hand began to massage his groin. He began to moan and "Mmmmmm..." before me. It was then he unzipped his fly and took himself out. He began to stroke it as he continued to tickle my foot. This was surreal. He was turned on by this? It didn't even occur to me.
His breathing became heavier and heavier. He watched me, and the feathering. Back and forth. He was so hard. His motions grew more intense by the second. And the feather quickened against my bare sole. Tears began to form and roll down my face. But I wasn't really crying. I was just laughing that hard. Or maybe I WAS crying? The tickling was so intense I couldn't tell the difference. In vain I whispered "help me", one final time out of desperation. Not to unseen strangers. To him. And he smiled broadly before turning back to the foot feathering. And his stroking. He looked so evil by the fire to me. To use me in this way. He was obviously a very sick man.
Tears streaked my face as I howled and laughed beside myself. I never thought I could be this ticklish!! I think I was more ticklish to the feather than my ex's hands. This was the worst night of my life. And my head began to sway back and forth, ready to pass out again. But the feathering slowed down a little as his orgasm reached the surface. He knelt down in front of my bare foot and came all over it. I was shocked. And beyond disgusted.
He took a towel and threw it over my foot. He let it just hang there as he sat back down. I could feel the hot stream of cum running down my sole. I winced. I looked back up at him. Angry. But I realized the anger was showing in my face. I dropped the look as fast as I could. I couldn't upset him. I didn't know what to expect from him then. But I did know tonight was probably going to be the first of a lot of long nights to come. He lit a cigarette then. And as he puffed on it he sighed. He was content. Happy.
I had mixed emotions. I was glad he was happy. It's better than mad. But... I became afraid again. What did he want? After a few more puffs, he spoke to me. "Well... That was amazin', sugar toes. Best cum I've had in a long time. You have the prettiest foot I've ever seen. And the most ticklish foot, too."
"I'm glad I made you so happy..." I said quietly. I had to force a smile onto my face. "Can I go now?"
He smiled evilly at me. "You got somewhere to be, darlin'? Nothin' out there but snow and freezin' wind."
"I wasn't going to leave tonight. In the morning maybe? I smiled at him. "Maybe you could help me find my way back to the highway? Please?"
"You don't like my hospitality? I was hopin' you might stay a while..."
"No NO!! I DO!! I'm so grateful to you. This has been great but... but... my boyfriend is expecting me. Um... so is my family! I'm... I'm headed home for the holidays! Ya know. Can't disappoint them."
He coughed and spat into a spit cup. "Wellll... I guess we'll just have to see what it looks like out there in the mornin'." He went to bed then... leaving me tied up with cum on my sole. I was furious. But at least he seemed amiable. He might let me go! After a while of watching the fire fade, I fell asleep in the chair.
When morning came I was groggy as hell. When my eyes focused I jumped a mile. There he was on the couch again, watching me. Smoking. "Morning..." I said weakly.
"Mornin', angel."
I was so busy watching him, I didn't realize until I tried to move, that he had taken my other foot and tied it beside my right one on the foot stool. I shut my eyes and tried to keep calm. "H- how are you?"
"Oh, mighty fine, little gal. Just watchin' those pretty lil' toes of yours wiggle while you sleep."
I didn't know what to do. I couldn't get help. And I couldn't leave without him or I would be lost. "Hehehe aww. Well... probably time to get on the road huh? I don't want to take up your whole day Mister. Or you can just point me in the right direction."
"Been thinkin' about that. I really like those ticklish feet you got. I think I'm gonna keep ya."
"Um... Sir.. I c-can't stay. I have family... and... a boyfriend. I really like you but... I have to go home. People will miss me... and try to find me. B- but you have been SO kind. This really was fun. And again I really like you. But... I have to go. I wish I could stay.. but it's just not possible. I- I hope you understand."
"I don't think you get it, girlie. You ain't goin' nowhere. And ain't no one gonna find you up here. No matter how much you scream. And trust me.. you'll scream... " He brandished his feather. My mouth dropped. My face I'm sure turned a million colors.
Part 2
"You're being funny right?" I was so scared then. I did my best to hide it. "Ha ha ha... ha ha... please just untie me. I won't say anything to anyone. I enjoyed this. I really did! But it's time for me to go home."
"Darlin', you're already home."
The wind howled at the door... the door to my freedom. Only inches away. My heart sank. I always thought I was up for an adventure. But I never realized the adventure would be at my expense.
I repeated his words in my mind, over and over. I was never more frightened.
The Tickler got up then, and knelt down to start another fire. I saw my foot had been cleaned up at some point. I was grateful to not have his cum on me anymore. And as he tended to the fire, he looked back at me, and gave me a wink. I immediately turned away.
I heard his footsteps coming towards me. I felt his fingers touch my chin, and turn my face up and back towards him.
"Want some breakfast darlin...?"
I gasped from him grabbing me like that. It scared me. So I quickly nodded into his hand, and said yes.
He went off into the kitchen. I couldn't see him from where I was sitting. I heard silverware cluttering and doors banging. When he came back to me he held a grey bowl. And was dragging a matching chair to mine behind him. He took the chair and placed it beside me. He sat down and watched me for a moment. He smiled a genuine, friendly smile. Like nothing was wrong. Inside the bowl, looked like cornflakes.
He took hold of the spoon and pointed it at my lips. "Eat up."
I didn't fight him. I just did as I was told.
When the bowl was empty, he took it away into the kitchen. When he returned... he started to loosen the ropes! I felt his hands untying my wrists. I feel so uneasy having him so close to me. He spoke in a low, gruffy voice to me:
"Now, don't ya try anythin' stupid."
My first instinct as I felt the ropes loosen, was to do something stupid. But I didn't. Far from it. "I won't."
My wrists and arms were so sore from being tied for so long. I unconsciously stretched out my arms. It was then that I felt one of his fingers slide up my left underarm. Slowly... and deliberately. I jumped a mile and gasped while I yanked them down. That now familiar pang of forced laughter crawled into my stomach. But I refused to let it go. Except I couldn't. As the giggle escaped my lips, I covered my mouth.
"Sweetheart... you and I gonna have a GOOOOD time together." He smiled and stroked my hair. He lifted some of the thick, long strands, leaned over, and smelled my hair. I stared straight ahead. Chills ran up my neck. He then smelled my neck and gave it a small kiss. "MMMmm you smell good sugar. But you had a long night... so go clean up. Bathrooms thata way". He pointed to just past the living room. I stood up unsteadily. I found myself grabbing his arm. I was dizzy and shaking. He helped me adjust. I oddly felt safe enough to do that. Why? Maybe it was because he only had tickled me thus far. But would things escalate? I just didn't know.
I found my way to the bathroom. It was not unpleasant. Just in need of a good wash down.
I spotted a window. I ran over and opened it immediately. There must have been 5 more inches of snow on the ground. And icicles covered the window from above. The window was just low enough that I could raise my leg and put my foot out the window. Once my foot touched the snow I gasped from how cold it was. A hard shiver went through me. I immediately pulled my foot back. I shut the window back down with a thud. "Omg... I hope he didn't hear that." I hurriedly did what I needed to do, and opened the door. He wasn't there. I was flooded with relief.
When I came around the corner he was sitting back on the couch. Smoking again. "Sit down darlin'..." He patted the seat next to him. I uneasily walked past him. I started back to the opposite couch.
"Darlin'..."
I turned slowly to face him.
"Here..." He patted the seat again with a perfectly, friendly smile. I tried to walk over as slowly as possible. I sat down, without touching him. He pulled out another cigarette, lit it, and pulled me closely to him. With his arm wrapped around me.
"Mmhmm, this is the life..."
I wanted to shift but was afraid to move. We sat there in silence for a while. And then he spoke.
"I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home now sweetheart. And so... I want you to write about us. Like a diary. You can write whatever you want to. I know I'll enjoy reading it."
Write? About what?? How this tickle monster has kept me captive? Tickled me until I passed out repeatedly? How cruel is HE?
He handed me a stack of paper from the side table. And a quill pen with ink. He made me sit at an old desk by the window. He kept his hands on my hips to place me down onto the seat. I couldn't stand him touching me. Not really. Well... I never had anyone touch me like that before... but still. Fine! So he wants me to write? Fine! I will write every single detail.
Every. Single. One.
It took me all day.. but I have written every single detail here. I hope you're happy, asshole.
When I was finished he took me by the wrist gently, and led me back to the couch. He sat down beside me with my writing in hand. Oh god... I knew he would read it but... I just... what was I thinking?? With everything I wrote... I knew when he finished reading it I would be in a LOT of trouble.
He then placed my legs over his lap. My feet there for him to tickle at any moment.
He actually laughed throughout my words. But his laughter was dark. When he finished, he pushed my legs off of him abruptly and went back to the desk. He took out a folder from one of the drawers and placed it inside. I noticed there was a stack of papers inside.
"Ready for more ticklin', darlin?" He sneered at me viciously.
My heart began to race.
"No... PLEASE!! NOT AGAIN!! I"M SORRY!!!" He ignored me and went and took one of his kitchen chairs. He sat it down in the same place as the night before.
He came back to me and held out his hand swiftly. I took it nervously as he helped me up. I knew he wanted me to sit there. But I couldn't move. Suddenly I felt a swat on my ass. "Go girl! Whatcha waitin for??" I fumbled for the chair, shocked. I sat down quickly though. He smiled at me as he picked up his rope on the side table. I was petrified.
He tied me just as he had the night before. Except both feet were raised and tied down to his dusty stool. Knees tied. Arms tied back behind me around the chair. He brandished his daunting white feather again before me. His grin was even broader today as he sat down. He tilted the feather towards my foot, and began to wiggle it against my sensitive bare soles.
"Is that any way to talk about your man? Lil girl... you've got a lot to learn. Coochie coochie coo..."
OH NO!!!! My feet were so tender and sore from walking in the snow. THIS tickling was 100 x's worse!! I screamed, hollered and laughed for what seemed like an eternity!! It tickled SO BAD!
The tendrils snuck around my sole. Peeking around my toes. Sliding up my arches. Circling, twisting. But my arch. It tickled me the most. Oh GOD DID IT TICKLE!!! And like a moth to a flame.. he honed in on that spot, over and over. "Kitchy kitchy baby. Yeah... I've got a few lessons to teach you bout livin' here."
The foot tickling got so bad I had no choice BUT to pass out again. And I was grateful. But again he awoke me with the smelling salts.
My eyes opened to him standing over me with a delighted grin. His eyes sparkled. Then he walked over and relit the fire. The feather was in his place, on the couch. I heard myself say nervously. "How long are you going to keep me here?"
"There you go again. Wantin' to run off in the middle of a blizzard."
"You can't keep me here forever!! I turned down the volume on my voice... "The snow will melt eventually..."
"We'll talk about that when it melts. For now, you're stayin'."
He turned to me and grinned as he stood up. He crossed the room behind me. When I looked over, he was by the front door, picking up my boots.
"Wha... what are you doing with those?" I thought for a minute that he might have had a change of heart. Maybe he realized I should be let go of. Maybe? Oh please...
He recrossed the room and stood back in front of the fire. He smiled evilly at me.
"Makin' sure you don't run off, girlie."
With that, he took my boots with one hand, and threw them into the fire. He wiped his hands together in a repeated, slapping motion. "You won't be needin' those with me around."
Any freedom I thought I might have had was officially over. The significance not lost on me. I was shocked. And devastated. He then went back to his couch, picked up his feather, and sat back down in front of my tied, bare feet. I lost it and started to cry.
"Aww. Don't ya cry, lil' darlin'. I'm gonna give you somethin' to laugh about..."
He lowered the feather to my sole. It began to slide up... and down... UP and DOWN. With every movement a tear dried, and a giggle replaced it.
The feather is dreadful in his hand... He goes slowly... taunting my toes... each one a little tickle. Sliding and titillating my feet. Feathering my ticklish soles... sometimes dropping it back on the couch to use his fingertips. But always reclaiming the feather to coax me back into losing my mind. I was quickly being driven into hysterical madness.
When I woke up once more, I was lying on a bed. He was spooning me. His arm wrapped around my waist. "Sweet ticklish dreams, lil' tootsie..." My feet were sticking out from underneath the blankets, wet with hot cum.
I was in the same position against him the next morning. I somehow managed to untangle myself from him though, and stood up. But suddenly I felt a hand around my wrist.
"Lil lady... where do you think yur goin'?" I sat back down slowly on the bed. I nervously layed back down the same way as before.
"Good girl. I don't have a lotta rules... but one of them is that you don't get up before I do. You're the woman of the house now. But I'm still the man."
He sat up then and went to the bathroom. He came back with a hot cloth and washed my feet. It felt good. Too good. He snapped the towel lightly at my rear with a happy smile. It filled me with relief for some reason.
Later another bowl of cereal. Except this time I was allowed to eat it by myself. And then... more writing.
After he tied me back on my chair. I was completely helpless and vulnerable to him. My ticklishness, the weakest point. And he literally had me by the toe. The tickling began again.
The slow pace of how he trailed the tip of his feather up my sole, was unbearable. "Coochie coo time" is what he liked to say as the months passed. I shuddered every time I heard it. Except... now... I was beginning to like it. Even... love it. It was such an extreme torture to bear every night. But it began to make my heart beat faster.
Night after night that feather would dance across my bare feet. And he never missed an opportunity to wake me up with the smelling salts. Ever. That tickly/ dreamy haze I was always in... I came to revel in. I felt light and free from everything this world had to offer. It has taken me a long time to realize it but...
I soon fell in love with him.
The snow came and went. I couldn't bear to be without him. The tickling itself... it would make me cum. He would tickle my feet sometimes with the feather... and then tickle my womanhood. I craved it. I couldn't live without it. I had been conditioned. I know this. But it doesn't matter anymore.
I love you Sir, with all my heart.
Love,
Julie
P.S. I look forward to later...
It was Winter again. And I haven't seen my family or friends in an entire year.
This is my final writing, as today I've decided to escape. Almost to the day I was captured. It was so hard a decision to make. I may love him... but I miss my family more. And in my heart I know he's a very sick man. I can't stay here.
Here I am in the living room. I got up before him, despite his warning long ago. I managed to sneak away early.
I took about 6 pairs of socks from his dresser, and quickly put them on. Then I lit the fire. I had watched him do it enough times that I could do it myself now. After, I scrambled for all of his boots, and threw them into the fire, Except for one pair. 2 can play at this game.
Quickly I put on his last boots over the socks. They were huge! But the amount of socks I had put on made them fairly snug. I ran for my jacket, threw it on, and reached for the door.
"Where ya goin darlin...?"
I turned to face him slowly as I held onto the doorknob with all my might. "Leaving!"
"I don't think so."
He began with long strides towards me. I ran back for the living room, past the opposite side of the couch near the fire. I noticed his feather lying on the couch near me. I picked it up. I don't know why. It's not like I could defend myself with it if he grabbed a hold of me.
I instinctively held my hand back over the fire. Holding the feather like you would if you were about to get into a sword fight. He stopped in his tracks. "What are you doin' there girl. Gimme that!" He held out his hand expectantly.
I felt the heat from the fire near my arm. I looked at the feather and back at him. I took the feather by the tip and held it out over the fire. "Is this what you want?"
"BE CAREFUL!!! That means A LOT to me!!!"
"Oh really...? Why is that?"
"None of your business girl..." He said with a growl. "Just hand it over." His eyes were thin and intense.
I guess it didn't matter. What mattered was he was scared I was going to drop it.
It was almost a comical scene. Him dressed in his white long johns, barefoot. Me, threatening to destroy a feather. I could't help but laugh.
"You DARE to laugh at me darlin'.... well... I'll give you somethin' to laugh about when I get ahold of you". He began to walk around the room towards me.
"UH UH UHHHH.. You won't reach me in time. I'll drop it. I swear to god I'll drop it."
He stopped again. His eyes widened in horror. I reacted by reaching out towards him with the feather.
He actually took a step backwards. I couldn't believe it. I stepped towards him. Another step back. I realized then... he might be ticklish too...
"Are you... ticklish"? I took another step towards him. He didn't say a word... just another step back. That was it... HE WAS TICKLISH. "Tie yourself up to that chair right now... or I drop the feather into the fire." He started to make a move back towards me but I stopped him when I reached out and wiggled the feather. "No Sir.. not today."
After a few minutes of this mental tug of war... he finally obeyed me. He REALLY loved this feather. And he must be REALLY TICKLISH...
He sat down in the chair that I usually have sat on all these months. He tied his feet and knees to the stool angrily. I did the rest as he put his arms behind him. I was shocked. I could leave!!!!!!
I ran to the door and opened it. Feather still in hand. Freedom!!!!
But... I realized I couldn't leave yet. I had to give him a taste of his own medicine. I went back inside and shut the door.
There he sat pathetically. "I want my feather". He snarled at me.
"Oh you want this? Well... you can have it!"
I sat down before him. In front of his big, bare feet. I showed him the feather before I began to lower it down to his soles. All the while looking into his eyes. "Girl... don't." His eyes were the ones pleading now. Yielding to me, to stop.
I would not be merciful. He never had been with me.
I began to tickle them. I couldn't be as slow and methodical as he was. No. I was quick and shaking the feather like a wind blown tree. I wanted to torture him. Make him pay for every single night of the tickling. For keeping me here. And worst of all: Making me fall in love with him. And to NEED tickle torture. He fell into a whirlpool of laughter. I had him hollering and laughing like mad immedietly! He was guffawing and wheezing with laughter. His laugh was smoky and continuous. And he passed out within 10 minutes. I had found his weakness. And WON.
Instead of waking him up, I moved over to the couch. I sat there looking at the feather that was my worst enemy, and my savior.
Now... what to do with him. Do I leave? Do I come back with the police?
I decided to spend the night. One more night.
I tickled his feet until daylight. I coulden't help myself. I wanted to break him... over and over as he had done to me.
Finally I left him to sleep in the chair. I found myself back in his bed. And I was touching myself as I went to sleep. I was wet! The conditioning he had done to me was unreal. But this was different. I was the one doing the tickling.
The next morning... I woke him up by tickling his feet again with the feather. The giggling began an soon he was fully awake, now screaming with laughter. It went on and on until dark. His wiggling toes excited me. His laughter found within me a sadistic streak I had never felt before.
Should I stay...? It's a gift from the universe that I can torture him back now. And... I do somehow still love him. I was going to leave. But... do I really want to? I love my family and miss them but... could I live without him tickling me? That too felt like a universal gift. To be taught that even torture can be addictive. And hot. I mean... tickling him NOW was feeling good. I was angry yes. But in that moment... It was almost like I was making love to him. Now I knew the feeling he gets when he tickles me. In love... but with tickling my FEET. And now... me his.
He was the only one to make me feel this way. His constant tickling of my feet aroused me like no other. I began to feel like I should stay. It would be strange without him in my life now. But... he was a crazy, sadistic man!! What do I do...?!?
No... I couldn't leave him. And I wouldn't report him. I tickled his feet until he agreed to get me a phone. Later that evening after he has passed out from so much foot tickling... I realized he was truly broken. I really had won. Except... now I had to untie him.
"Darlin... you ARE home." His words rang in my ears.
Was I? Would he understand my confusion? Or would he be mad... and make me pay. I decided before I untied him that we needed to talk about this. Depending on what he said. I may have to leave him. I couldn't take the chance of him of him giving me some sort of payback. "Listen... I think that you and I should talk..."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. It scared the bejesus out of me!! I looked at my captor who was smiling at me. "Better answer that darlin." He had a gleam in his eye. "No." I said darkly. "Just sit there and be quiet." I took the feather to his sole, wavering it in front of his taut foot.
Whomever was outside kept knocking. And it was getting more intense by the minute. Maybe it was a neighbor? A friend? The POLICE?? I decided then that I HAD to answer it. And forget my fantasies once and for all. I had been kidnapped. Freedom was finally and truly at the door!!
I ran to answer it. When I opened the door, a huge man stood before me. He must have been at least 6 feet tall +. He wore a black, large brimmed hat and long dark jacket. He reminded me of the first time I saw my captor. The snow was swirling around him. We were in the midst of another blizzard.
"Hello!" I said happily. I'm so happy you're here! Can you get me to the nearest police station?! I need help!"
He looked at me funny for a moment. "Why's that honey? Where's my brother?
I took a step back. Brother?
"In here Jacob!" The Tickler yelled from his chair "Help!"
Jacob looked at me then darkly. He pushed me backwards onto the floor. He shut the door behind him and ran to his brothers voice. "What the hell?!"
Part 3
"Hey Jacob, untie me!" Quickly he undid my captors bondage. When he was finally unraveled, he stood up. He walked over to me with his brother behind him. They both towered over me. "Darlin'... I told you... you're home. Meet my brother Jacob. He sneered at me.
I backed up to the door. I put my hand on the doorknob and started to turn it. But they both grabbed a hold of my wrists and drug me back into the living room.
"NOOOOO!!!" I screamed!
As I was dragged back into the living room, Jacob spoke. "What in the blue devil is going on here!?" My captor laughed merrily and told an extravagant tale of me breaking in and stealing from him. How I threatened his life with his gun and tied him up. I pleaded and sobbed... but neither of them would listen or help me.
"Let ME GO!!! NOW!!!!"
They both laughed sadistically. Then they proceeded to pick me up by the arms again. I was put onto his side of the sofa. Hands and feet, bound with the ropes. My captor spoke directly to me then.
"There ain't no Police out here darlin'... We take care of things our own way."
He would soon put duct tape across my mouth. Unable to talk, I sat in silence as I watched them go down the dingy hallway into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them with a bang.
Later as they came back Jacob said "Well brother, I'll see you tomorrow. Gonna get some shut - eye and let you ... get on with things here..." He looked over at me sneering. I shook my head rapidly. I screamed as much as I could behind the tape. Tears formed in my eyes. They began to roll just as he left by the back door. He must have been going to the shabby shack house outside. The place I've never been to. And could only see through the bedroom window. I began to settle back down knowing he was at least close by. But...
I looked back and straight ahead. There above me I saw my captor standing above menacingly. His eyes went smugly dark. I knew I was in a lot of trouble.
"Well, now. Alone at last." The fire flickered across his eyes as he took the duct tape off my mouth. Then he sat down on the couch beside me.
"I take you in... keep you warm and fed, and after all this time, you betray me."
"YOU KIDNAPPED ME!!!" I screamed! "You used me!!! My body... my mind!!! My HEART!!!"
"I did no such thing. You chose me. That there day in the blizzard was no coincidence. It was fate. No one 'cept my brother been round here since only God knows when. And when I saw you... I knew you'd be mine. And that you could never escape... as you would say... never to escape the Tennessee Tickler..."
He picked me up then and threw me over his shoulder. Down the darkening stairs he took me. Another place I had never been allowed. He was unbelievably strong.
He unlocked it and stepped through the cold, pitch black room. The basement was unbearably cold. A light suddenly went on overhead. I saw the corner of a bed. He cast me onto it like a sprung net. It was covered in dust. It flew all around as I struggled against my binds.
"Enjoy your new room... I think an hour or two... maybe three, will help you understand where your place is in this house. You are my woman. And I am your man." He produced the feather. "I want you to pay close attention to how cold your feet get. Just imagine not being able to have this done to you anymore. Frozen like ice water..."
The feather tip slid up my arch ever so slowly. I laughed with a squeal. He ran it up the arch of my sole quickly...and back down again. Up and down the tip slide.
If my time with him had taught me anything, it was that I could never stop the one thing I had hated being. TICKLISH. And now is my only release to orgasm. I giggled and squirmed.
He stopped suddenly.
"TIme to take your medicine..." He stepped back and walked over to the door. Opening it he waved back to me with an evil smile and nod. He shut the door with enough force that it rattled me.
And there I laid all alone for what felt like an eternity. The chills began everywhere. My feet were quickly losing their warmth. My entire body began to feel like an ice cube. No way out and no way to get warm. My clothes had gone cold as soon as I had been laid down. I froze for what I learned was indeed 3 hours in the end. I cried most of the time. It was brutal.
When we made it up the stairs, over his shoulder... he laid me down on the couch, still bound. I couldn't feel a thing as he began to poke and prod at my feet. His hands were warm though. "Always remember the gift this is. Your home... my protection. And always ... the tickling."
As my feet began to heat up, I again felt the feather's edge tickling at my soles again. I felt a huge sense of relief as I began to laugh... I finally let go of the last of my will to resist. He had me right where he wanted me. Needy of him, his heart... to survive,... And the tickling. He was so cruel... yet this odd seduction had worked on me. Stockholm Syndrome at its most bizarre. And I loved it.
With the last of his anger seeping away... He menacingly tickled at each toe. ""You ever touch my feather again girl..." His voice trailed off, not completing the sentence. His laser focus was on my bare feet. Tormenting them. Making me ride the waves of hysteria over and over again.
I could feel myself yield to his feather from between my legs. But I was still tied up and couldn't touch myself. All I could do was endure the foot tickling, like I had so many nights before. His feather tickled at my soles with abandon. Up and down it trailed and wiggled. I laughed deeply and madly all night long. It was the worst and best foot tickling I had ever received. There was absolutely no end to his tickling madness. I could never get used to that much foot tickling no matter how hard I tried. The sensation was irresistible on the soles of my feet. Eventually I passed out.
When I woke up, Jacob had returned. I could hear him talking with my Captor. I was lying in bed, freed from the restraints. I ran out in the white nightgown he had put me in, barefoot. They both looked up at me with knowing grins at what I had been through.
"Welp, now that I know you're ok brother, I'll be heading back home," said Jacob. My Captor stood up and the brothers shook hands. "See ya next year". I watched as he picked up the books I had been writing in, and put them in his huge backpack. "Lil lady... get your things."
"What? What do you mean?" I was deeply shocked by his words, and what they suggested.
"It means you're coming with me. OR... you can stay here with my Brother. Up to you. But I sure would like some company..." He flashed a toothy grin at me.
I looked at my Captor. He stood there stone-faced at first. Except I could see the corners of his lips edging with a smile. I could leave... but with another captor? Maybe even a chance to escape?
After a few minutes of thinking it over... I just couldn't. "No... I'll stay here...".
When Jacob left without me, I walked over slowly and stood near the fire. I saw his feather back in place on the mantle. I picked it up and walked back over to him. My "Tennessee Tickler".
"Coochie coo time..." I spoke softly. He smiled down at me and took the feather from my hand.
"I told you darlin'... you're home."
"I am."
From behind his back, he took out another long white feather and handed it to me. And we tickled each others' feet as we made love. Our laughter filled the cabin deep into the night.
Later we placed both of our feathers on the mantle, side by side.
~ CapturedDollX
