When we were brats, my brothers and I used to play this game called Escape. We would tie one of us up, and they would have to try an escape within a certain amount of time. So, when my brother suggested we play again just “For Old Times Sake”, I shrugged my shoulders and and flashed a smile. They shared a look that I couldn’t quite read.
We tied up Cameron first, and somehow he managed to get out super quickly. When we tied Vic, he escaped even faster. The competitor in me was screaming. I knew I could Escape faster than them.
I sat in the chair, and they bound my hands behind my back and tied them to the chair. My legs they spread a little bit, tying each ankle to the front legs. They finished, and started the timer.
No matter how much I struggled or squirmed, I just couldn’t get out. That was when I realized I was tricked. They approached me with a Hitachi wand, a blindfold, and a feather. The next several hours were both the best and the worst of my life. They would edge me with the wand, making me so close to cumming that it hurt. Then they would take the wand away, and mercilessly tickle me until I was begging to be edged again and again and again. They ran the feather over my clit. It was torture, but the feather wasn’t enough to send me over the edge.
I wasn’t surprised when I felt someone’s cock push against my lips, and I do mean the ones on my face. I was hoping that if I sucked him off well enough, they’d let me go. I was exhausted, I needed to cum, and my body ached and shaking from laughing so hard. He came right down my throat, and I swallowed it greedily.
My Hope’s for freedom were banished when they did it again. I was edged, and tickled. Edged, and tickled. My cunt was soaking wet, but I had a bigger issue at hand.
I had to take a piss. Now. I tried to beg them, in between my panted laughter. But they wouldn’t hear it. “Please, please I can’t hold it any longer. Please I have to pee so bad! I’m going to piss myself, let me go. I can’t hold it!!!”
With each one at one of my feet, they tickled me as I begged until I couldn’t hold it. I was leaking, more and more. It wouldn’t stop. I sobbed, and peed all over myself, all over the floor. They didn’t stop though. They tormented me some more, and some more, and some more. The only way they finally let me go? Agreeing to do this all over again this weekend, and not cum until then. My life is the most glorious hell.
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