The crazy rumours had been spreading around the campus of my small university town like wildfire! Girls telling hushed t*ils of a “Tickle Bandit” who had captured them in their own houses, tied them to their own beds & tickled them until they were actually horny from it?!

These stories, almost always seemed to be intertwined with an element of dreamy, lustful, bittersweet confusion from the girls I heard telling them too...

Recounting their experiences with this so-called “Tickle Bandit” , explaining how after he tickled them, he had l*cked their helpless feet and sucked their sensitive toes, or even straddled their helpless bodies to tickle and tease their nipples until they were getting turned on!!

Some girls even reluctantly admitted having been brought to the edge of *rgasm from this bound, helpless “foot worship?!” Begging him to make them c*m!? Saying that he had literally teased them until they couldn’t help but give over to the pleasure!

I’ve even heard a couple girls happily admit that they’ve been leaving their doors unlocked ever since, in hopes he’ll return to finish what he started, and make them c*m all night...

As the stories spread, it was hard to tell what was real and what was being exaggerated, but each story shared the same general consensus: If the tickle bandit came for you, you wouldn’t see it coming, you’d wake up blindfolded on your own bed, and you’d spend the next few hours laughing, giggling and possibly even moaning in helpless desperation, as he tickled & teased you to the brink of horny, ticklish insanity!

I personally didn’t really know what to make of it all! It all sounded just so silly and far fetched! First of all, being captured and tickled in your own house? I mean, come on, how does that even happen?! Then the idea of actually being tickled and teased until the point of giving over to this weird foot & tickling creep?! Yea right! In his dreams! I know if it ever happened to me, I wouldn’t give the satisfaction of even one giggle to that loser, let alone get horny and moan for him!

Truthfully, my feet are ridiculously pretty, so if this guy really is real, my feet would be a dream come true for him... I’m always showing off my pretty feet in the library to all the foot pervs too! It’s surprisingly entertaining to watch guys drool over my feet! So, if he ever captured me, he’d probably just sit there and j*rk off to my gorgeous feet all day like the weirdo he is!

On the other hand, my feet are super pampered. Like, the skin of my soles are as pink as c*tton candy pampered... That probably means they’re ticklish right? I wouldn’t know, I don’t let people touch them. It’s MUCH more entertaining to just prop my feet up in public and slowly slip my shoes off...

One week later

Darkness. That’s all I can see. Ankles snug, clearly tied to something. Same with my wrists. You’ve GOT to be kidding me...

I hear him moving about the room and I remember what I told myself: This freak is getting nothing from me. Neither one of us say a word. Despite how sad and pathetic I think this truly is, my nerves automatically crank themselves up to 11, as I feel him move next to me! My abs flex, & my arms naturally (and futilely) try to pull on their bonds, in anticipation for what’s to come! It was time to find out just how many of these “Tickle Bandit” stories were true...

To Be Continued
xoxo
-Gwen

The Tickle Bandit - Part 1: Upper Body Exploration!