Downstairs, the front door opened and shut. Footsteps pounded up the stairs and a moment later, Rachel threw open the door to her room, slinging her backpack into one corner with a grin of relief. “I thought today was going to go on forever! I’m glad to be done with school for today.”

“Remember we’ve got that paper due Monday.” Her best friend Nicole reminded her, following Rachel into the room. The teen groaned. “Later...” she replied, in a tone that said that ‘later’ would likely be Sunday, round about midnight, if not Monday morning. “We’ve got better things to do...”

Despite herself, Nicole couldn’t hide an eager grin as she set her backpack down, rather more gently then Rachel had. Rachel, meanwhile, had gone to bed, getting down on her knees to fish under it for a old, somewhat battered shoe box which she pulled out triumphantly. “Get ready to get tied up!” She declared, upending the box of ropes onto the bed...

“...I told you to coil them up carefully before you put them away last time.” Nicole chided Rachel, as the two teens worked to slowly unravel the tangled mass the soft cotton ropes had become inside the shoe box.

“Yeah yeah...” Rachel muttered. “Here...this should be enough.” They’d managed to extract a couple lengths of rope, each about four feet long, from the tangle. Nicole sighed as Rachel swept the rest of the clump back into the box and dropped it to the ground, clearing space on the bed, but she couldn’t quite hide her eagerness as she jumped up on it, rolling over onto her belly, hands already cross behind her back ready to be tied.

Rachel got up beside her, taking one of the lengths of rope in hand, and folded it in half. She slipped the bend around Nicole’s wrist, pulling the two free ends through the resulting loop and pulled it snug, then started winding the remaining rope around, once, twice, thrice, before finally knotting it off securely.

“How’s that?” She asked. Nicole twisted her wrists this way and that, feeling the limited movement the ropes allowed her. They were smug against her skin, but not so much the pressure posed any risk of pinching.

“Perfect!” She replied, eagerly. Rachel grabbed a second length, then repeated the process with Nicole’s ankles. The third and final rope was run between the two others, gently drawing Nicole back into a simple, not too arduous hogtie.

“See if you can escape that!” Rachel boasted. Nicole struggled for a minute and she felt she could probably work the knots loose after ten-twenty minutes or so, Rachel had been a bit overeager and sloppy tying her up and had left them in each reach of Nicole’s nimble fingers, but that wouldn’t have been any fun, so after her brief exploration, she slumped down with an exaggerated air of defeat.

“Oh no!” She said with a long sigh. “Seems I’m helpless and at your mercy!”

“Good!” Rachel replied with a grin. “Then there’s nothing you can do to stop me from doing...this!” As she said this, Rachel reached over and peeled off Nicole’s socks. The helpless teen figured out what she had planned, but before she could do anything about it, Rachel’s fingers went to her bare soles and as she said “this!” Rachel began to dance them across the sensitive skin, tickling Nicole’s feet.

“Haaha...Raa-ha—chel! Sto-ahaha-op it!” Nicole giggled uncontrollably. “Wa-ha-wa-ahahaoait!” Rachel relented, keeping her fingers poised to resume the merciless tickling any second. “If you’re going to do that...I think I’m gonna need a gag. Don’t want to bother the neighbors.”

“Good point!” Rachel replied, giggling. She hopped up from the bed, giving her victim a momentary reprieve as she searched around for some of their other toys. “Found it!” She cried, returning a minute later with not just their well-worn leather and rubber ballgag, but a padded sleep mask to serve as a blindfold.

Nicole grinned in eagerness as the blindfold descended over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She lifted her head up, mouth open as wide as she could, making it easier for her friend to slip the bag between her teeth. She moaned through the gag as the straps were pulled back and tightened, securing the muzzle in place.

Nicole heard, and felt, her friend crawl back into place on the bed, sitting or kneeling next to the hogtied teen’s feet. Rachel paused for just a moment, letting the anticipation build up, but eager as she was, Rachel couldn’t wait forever. Without warning, the fingers returned to Nicole’s soles, tickling away. Muffled laughter slipped through the ballgag as the teen bucked and squirmed in delight...