Girls Tied And Stripped

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Girls Tied And Stripped
Stories about girls getting pantsed, stripped and humiliated by anyone or anything.
Stripped, Tied Up, and Tickled: My First Time
Part I

Scott and I had been good friends since the fifth grade. We were both new to the school, each having moved from different cities, and we bonded right away. And now five years later, in our sophomore year of high school, we still have lunch together, hang out together, study together. We’ve never been romantic (although I think each of us has thought about it for a moment from time to time). We’re just good friends, and that’s really great.

For a long time, I have known that Scott has a thing about tickling. He really likes doing it. He’ll sneak up from behind me and grab me around the waist and really make me laugh hard. It’s never anything sexual. Frankly, I don’t know what he likes about it so much. But it’s rare that we’ll be together and he doesn’t try to tickle me in some way. On my belly, around the waist, under the arms, on my sides, and so on. I don’t mind. It’s cute when he does it, and I’m kind of flattered. Maybe he just likes hearing the sound of my laugh!

Over the past couple of years, he makes jokes about wanting to tie me up and tickle me. It sounds kind of weird to me, but I smile, telling him it’s never going to happen. But he does keep asking. He is persistent. But I guess that’s just not my thing. So I reassure him how much he means to me, and “thanks for asking,” but “no.” He doesn’t seem to mind.

Scott’s sixteenth birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks, and I wanted to get him something special for his birthday. He had been really looking forward to getting his driver’s license, and I knew he would want to do something special to celebrate. We were riding our bikes together one day (as we often did) and I asked him, “Anything in particular you’ve been thinking that you want from me for your birthday?” He didn’t miss a beat. With no delay, he looked right at me, longingly, and said, “Yes, actually. I want you to let me tie you up and tickle you.”

I laughed it off. He’d been asking that of me for years.

“No, really. Is there something special you want from me for your birthday?”

He stopped peddling and came to a stop. So did I. He looked at me, innocently, sweetly, and hopefully. “Yes. Really. Kaylie, I want you to let me tie you up and tickle you.”

I was taken aback. He had been joking about this for so long. But here it was. A real ask. He really wanted me to do this for him… and for his sixteenth birthday, no less. It saddened me to tell him “no,” but I did. And once again, he took the rejection in stride. Although he did seem disappointed that I wasn’t going to grant him his birthday wish this year. It distressed me a bit too, but like I said, that’s not really my thing.

A few days later, with his birthday approaching, we were talking about some ways to celebrate. Maybe a party at my house with some friends; going to an amusement park; or even just a nice dinner out somewhere. He’s a really good guy, and he had dropped the tickling thing. He didn’t bring it up again. But I knew how much he wanted it.

I went to bed that night thinking about it. How bad could it really be, I thought, to be tied up and tickled. I mean, Scott’s a really good, sweet guy. It’s not like I felt like it would be unsafe or threatened in any way. We were best friends. I couldn’t believe I was even entertaining the thought. I mean, I’ve never been tied up like that with anyone. Really, there hasn’t been anyone that I would do that with. Neither Scott or I had really dated much. Other than going to school dances (which we would usually go to with each other, just as friends), neither of us had been in a romantic relationship with anyone. It wasn’t a big deal. We just hadn’t. But in the end, I couldn’t do it. So I fell asleep, okay with my decision—but still disheartened that I wouldn’t be able to do this for him.

A couple of days later, Scott and I were having lunch. He brought it up again, saying, “Kaylie, I’m sorry I brought up about the tickling thing. Don’t worry about it. We’ll do something else and it will be great.” He put up a good front, and I really appreciated how considerate he was in wanting to make me feel better. Still, I could see in his eyes that he was let down.

His birthday was now just one week away. If we were going to plan a party, we needed to do it. We started figuring out who we would invite, and we were making some plans for food, and so on. The next day, I was going to make some fun “Sixteenth Birthday” invitation cards and give them to our friends at school.

Again, that night as I was lying in bed, I was thinking about it. Really, how bad could it be to be tied up and tickled? I’m really ticklish, but I guess that’s what he likes about it. Surely, I could endure it for a few minutes. It’s not like there’s anything sexual about it. He does it all the time. It’s just that this time, I would be tied up. My heart started beating faster as I considered it. It really would be such a great gift to give him.. something he would remember for the rest of his life. At that moment, it was like my body was disconnected from my brain. My hand reached for my phone next to my bed, and I called Scott.

It was ringing.

“Hey, Kaylie,” he said, having seen my name come up his phone. “What’s up?”

“You win.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” He really had no idea what I was talking about.

“I will let you tie me up and tickle me for your birthday.” As I moved my lips, my brain couldn’t believe what I was saying. It’s like it was in slow motion.

Silence.

“Don’t tease me,” came his surprised and skeptical voice through the phone.

“No, really. I will do it. I will let you tie me up and tickle me. If that’s what you really want.”

“Are you serious?”

“Hey, don’t keep asking me, or I might change my mind!”

“Wow. Kaylie. You are amazing. This is going to be great. Oh, you will love it. Thank you!”

“So you just need to tell me when and where, and I’ll be ready.”

He was so excited. The tone in his voice was so joyful. I was really going to be giving him a special gift. And I felt good about that. I was a little nervous, not knowing exactly what to expect. But I was feeling good about my decision.

The next day, when Scott saw me at school, he ran up to me, gave me a big hug, picked me up, and twirled me around. This surprised me (in a good way) and it made my heart race just a bit. He was all smiles.

His birthday was coming up that Saturday. Since my parents and brother were going to be out of town that weekend visiting colleges, we decided that he would come over to my house after lunch. Then we would have the whole afternoon and evening to hang out—and for me to give him his gift.

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Stripped, Tied Up, and Tickled: My First Time
Part II

At long last, Saturday arrived. Right on schedule, Scott arrived at my house on his bike shortly after lunch. He came in and we hung out for a few minutes before heading up to my bedroom where I would give him his present.

He was in a great mood (and why wouldn’t he be, knowing what was coming?) and we were laughing and having a great time. Once we arrived in my room, he casually kicked off his shoes, as he would normally do when he came over, and he opened a small bag. In the bag, were four silk scarves. As we were talking he walked all around my bed and tied the ends of the scarves to the bed posts. I saw where this was going. It was time to get down to business.

Scott began. “Okay. Well, you should probably get undressed before I tie you up. That’ll be easier.”

Whoa! What?

“Get undressed?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Since when is that part of the equation?”

“Well, look at what you’re wearing,” he said matter-of-factly, explaining the obvious. “You’ve got that big, thick sweater and those running shoes and socks. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to access any skin. It really would be much better if we can have direct contact.”

I could see his point. It was valid. “Well, how about this. I’ll lose the shoes and socks, and change into a tank top.” The negotiations had begun.

He thought about it for a second. After a beat, he admitted, “Honestly, I had really hoped you would be undressed.”

There was a long pause, as we each considered our negotiating positions.

I interjected, still matter-of-factly and business-like, “You’ve really got this planned out, haven’t you.” He sheepishly nodded his head.

There was another pause as we each contemplated our next move.

I broke the silence. “If I ask you a question, will you give me an honest answer?”

“You bet.”

I looked him in the eye. “Have you jacked off while thinking about tickling me, undressed, tied to the bed?”

He froze. Deer in the headlights. I had caught him. Then, after a short delay, came the reply. “What? Absolutely not! No. Well, maybe... Well, yes. Definitely yes.”

I wasn’t surprised. I knew that guys jack off thinking about the girls they know. It didn’t bother me.

“That’s fine.” I replied. “I’m not mad. I just wanted to know. Because you really seem to have something very specific in mind,” I smiled.

I thought about my next move. Surely there was some additional concession I could make. I didn’t want to ruin his birthday gift. But at the same time, I had absolutely no intention of stripping. I mean, I’ve got a cute body with nice curves in the right places. That wasn’t the thing at all. It’s just that no boy has ever seen me undressed. So as far as I was concerned, that was not on the table.

“How about this,” I offered, attempting to negotiate in good faith. “How about if I change out of my jeans and put on a pair of running shorts?” That seemed very reasonable to me. “So I’d be wearing a tank top, running shorts, and no shoes or socks. Will that work for you?”

I could see him thinking. Clearly, he had been playing this out in his mind for some time, and my wearing a shirt and shorts were assuredly not part of his vision. But the ball was in his court now. I’ll admit, the negotiation was stimulating.

“How about this,” he replied, as we worked out the details in a high-stakes game of give-and-take. “We had agreed that you would be tied up and tickled for 30 minutes. I’ll bring it down to 20 minutes if you do it undressed.”

Hm. Well, that was an offer to consider. Like time off for good behavior.

“I’ll do 25 minutes, no shirt, but I keep the shorts.”

We could both tell that we were getting closer to an agreement.

He looked around my bedroom. “Okay. 25 minutes, no shirt, no shorts, but we’ll turn the lights out.”

I took in the proposal. 25 minutes. No shirt. No shorts. But lights out. Hmm. On the one hand, having the lights out wasn’t really that big a deal. The sun was bright in the early-afternoon sky, and even with the shades drawn in my room, it was almost like daylight. But to not have the harsh incandescent lights illuminating my mostly exposed flesh did appeal to me. I knew I would look better in the natural light. Not that I was doing this to impress anyone. But I figured, I may as well look my best if we’re going to do this.

Then he added, “And I get to watch you undress.”

Man. We were almost there. I could tolerate the thought of being undressed in front of him. But getting undressed in front of him? That seemed a little familiar. Even for good friends like us.

He could see me weighing the options. Then he added with a hopeful smile and sincere, puppy-dog eyes, “and just a reminder… it’s my birthday.”

He had worn me down. “Okay, Scott. It’s a deal.” We shook hands on it.

So now what? Was I just supposed to start stripping down? How was this going to play out?

“Well, birthday boy,” I said, “I’ll let you call the shots. This is your birthday present. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Okay. Well, first, Kaylie, you are the best. Alright. Here’s what we do.” He took a seat at the chair in front of my makeup mirror and turned and looked at me, as if he were directing a movie.

“We agreed to have the lights off. So go ahead and turn off the lights.” It was starting to feel a little strange, as I was basically taking orders from him. But it was kind of exciting too. I took a couple of steps over to the door and switched off the ceiling lights. The room was still fully illuminated with bright daylight, but at least the ceiling lights were off.

“Now what?” I asked, awaiting the next direction.

“Okay,” he directed. Come stand over here. A little to the right. Yes, that’s it.” I think he wanted to get me in just the right light.

“Alright. Why don’t you start with your shoes and socks.”

Whew. Well at least we were starting off easy. I could take off my shoes and socks no problem. I kicked off my running shoes and then lifted each foot to remove the socks. Fortunately, I had just painted my toes. So I thought they looked pretty good. A nice touch for Scott’s birthday, I thought to myself.

I was starting to get butterflies in my stomach. I knew that next was either the sweater or the jeans, but I wasn’t sure which. I waited. He seemed to be taking his time. He was studying my feet, imagining, I suppose how ticklish they were. He had tickled parts of my upper body before, but never my feet. The soles of my feet are really ticklish, but I sure wasn’t going to tell him that.

He continued with his directives. “Next, I think the jeans. Yes, definitely. You can take those off next.”

I’m not sure why he went with the jeans first. I thought he would have been in more of a hurry to see me standing there in my bra. But as I removed the jeans, it occurred to me that with the length of the sweater, it covered my panties. So it kind of looked like I was wearing the sweater with nothing underneath that. Maybe that’s what he was enjoying about it.

I peeked at his crotch. I was curious if this was getting him aroused. But oddly, it wasn’t. At least, not there, not yet. Maybe this really wasn’t sexual at all for him. It was just something about exposing my skin for the tickling I was about to receive.

Then, and I wasn’t expecting this, Scott asked me, in kind of a shy and submissive voice (which seemed odd, given that he was clearly in the dominant position), “Do you mind if I take your sweater off for you?”

I probably would have said no, but he was really just so sweet about it. So I smiled and said, “Happy birthday.”

He stood up, and walked over to me. We were face to face. I’ll admit, I was a little turned on. I think if he had tried to kiss me, I would have let him. But he didn’t. He gently reached down to the bottom of the sweater and slowly and respectfully lifted it off me. There was an odd feeling of dignity and grace to his movement. I was shocked at how that made me feel inside.

So there we were, looking at each other, face to face, inches apart. In five years of friendship, I don’t know that we had ever been quite that close to each other. He was fully clothed, save for his shoes which he had kicked off earlier. And I was nearly naked, concealed only by my white bra with lace overly (clasp in front) and coordinating panties. Something started stirring in me. I really wanted to kiss him. But that was not part of our deal, and I didn’t want to get in the way of his tickle fantasy. Besides, it was probably just the moment. Best to let it pass.

He brought me over to my bed and had me lay down. My bed sticks out from the wall, so there’s walking room on both sides. He took the first of the four silks that he had previously tied to the bed posts and he wrapped it around my right wrist.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked with genuine care. It was snug, but not painful.

“It’s fine, I think.”

Then he walked to the other side of the bed and bound my left wrist.

“This is really going to be fun,” he said, looking into my eyes. “You really are the best, Kailey.”

Well you’re pretty special, yourself, I thought. “Thanks.”

With my arms stretched tight and my wrists secured, he moved on to my ankles. I didn’t know what to expect. Would he tie them up straight down together or each one individually, spread eagle? I was thinking that we should have negotiated that point. I really didn’t want to be spread eagle. Such a compromising and unflattering position. Thankfully, he tied them straight down together. My feet weren’t quite touching each other, but they were separated only by a few inches. I could only imagine that he had planned it out exactly this way. Hey, I’m not judging. We’ve all got our little kinks. It was surprisingly fun for me to help him live this out, turning his fantasy into reality. And how amazing of him that he had the courage to say what he really wanted—and to persist until it happened. The whole thing was pretty impressive.

As I was having all these thoughts, I had completely forgotten that I was about to be mercilessly tickled for 25 minutes. My heart started racing again.

Scott sat next to me on the bed, still not touching me. He said, “Okay. We agreed 25 minutes.”

“Right,” I replied.

He continued. “Okay. A couple of rules. If you need a break, let me know. You can have up to one break every five minutes. Your break can last up to five minutes, but the timer will stop during the breaks.”

It was like an Olympic sport or something.

“And we need a safe word. If you really need me to stop because of something serious, you can say, ‘tomato,’ and I’ll stop, no questions asked. Of course, the timer will stop too. Then we’ll wait until you’re ready before we keep going. Make sense?”

I was incredibly nervous at this point. I really hadn’t thought about my potential reaction to prolonged tickling. Would I be able to breathe? Would I pee the bed? My heart was really racing.

Scott put the timer where we could both easily see it. He asked me, “Are you ready?” I replied, “Happy birthday, Scott. I hope you enjoy your present.”

He stood up and took a minute to look at me. Up and down, enjoying what I suspect was the best birthday present he had ever received. There I was, fully on display for him. I had a nice looking body, and I suspect he was enjoying it. I could see the look in his eyes, trying to imagine which part of me was most ticklish. I guess we were both about to find out.

Part III of the story is available, just a couple of posts down.

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I’m struggling with where to take this story next. So many possibilities. I’d love to hear from any of you if you have some suggestions. It doesn't yet have the element of embarrassment that I originally had in mind. But as I wrote, the story took a different turn. So I'm not sure how intriguing it is. I'm open to any feedback for what I can do in Part III to turn it up a notch.
Really enjoying this story so far!
There's a couple of routes you could go down. Maybe Kaylie pees herself because of excessive tickling, but because the 25 minutes haven't elapsed, Scott suggests, encourages and finally convinces her to remove her soiled underwear and continue with the tickling fully naked (because wearing a bra and no panties just wouldn't look right!).
Or maybe wanting to tickle her was only a ruse, and now that he has Kaylie tied down, completel
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