City Mouse in the Country by Little Robbie Chapter 2 “Your dare, dear Emma, is to be my slave for the rest of the week while you are here. I promise to take care of you, but you are going to be embarrassed and humiliated by me just beyond what you think you can stand. Got it?” “Um. Yeah! Are we, uh, done playing Truth or Dare?” “It’s all you, and it’s all dares from here on out. Now strip naked.” My mouth dried up, and I stiffened slightly. Yes, I think I wanted this, but was I ready for it? “Yes, Ronnie.” “And no covering up with your hands.” I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I held the cups in place while I shrugged the straps down and off. I took a breath and pulled the cups away, revealing my still-developing 15-year-old breasts. It was weird feeling Ronnie’s bedroom air on my (ooh!) boobs. After a big breath, I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my panties, slid them down to my ankles, and stepped out. I let my hands drop to my hips. I was now fully exposed – bare breasts and bald kitty – standing in the middle of Ronnie’s bedroom. My face was hot from embarrassment. I had never been seen naked by another person my age, and I felt like a naughty child. Ronnie slowly got up from the bed and walked over to me, then around behind me. I jumped when her hand reached around and started fondling my left breast. “Still growing, I guess.” “Yes, Ronnie, I sure hope so.” “Lie down on the bed, face up, and extend your arms toward the corners of the headboard.” I did as she asked, my stomach doing flip-flops. Ronnie tied my wrists to the headboard, then she moved to the end of the bed, spread my ankles, and tied them to the bed frame. I was now stretched out, unable to move, and completely exposed. I’d never done anything like this before. I was scared and excited at the same time. “You seemed to really enjoy tickling me earlier, I wonder how you will feel being on the other end of things.” Oh, no. My eyes got super wide. I don’t know whether I will be able to do this without waking up the household. Ronnie appeared above me with my panties and a length of duct tape. “We can’t have you waking everyone up, can we? Open your mouth, please.” I did, and she quickly stuffed my panties into my mouth and fastened the duct tape over it. Now what? “I wonder where you are the most ticklish . . .” Her fingernails lightly trailed down my arms to my armpits. I screamed, but nothing came out. She worked on my armpits for many, many minutes while I continued to silently scream with laughter, then she moved to the sides and undersides of my boobs. More torture, my eyes were watering now. Then she started in on my nipples, and this was both ticklish and sexy. This went on for many more minutes, until I thought I would hyperventilate. I then felt her fingers slide down to between my legs, where she started tickling my clitoris. Now I was thrashing around on the bed, my screams were still stifled by my panties and the duct tape. Several more minutes of diddling my clit – and me screaming and sweating – and she moved on to (I dreaded it) my feet! This was definitely my most sensitive spot for tickling, and Ronnie showed no mercy. She held my right foot with one hand, and with the other hand she scraped her fingernails across my toes – OMG! – then down the outside edge to my heel, then finally to my soft arch. TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH! Ronnie, stop! STOP! She couldn’t hear me, but it didn’t matter because she wasn’t about to stop. After several minutes of this torture, she was on to the other foot, and I’m still screaming and tearing at the ropes, while Ronnie is taunting me, “What’s the matter, dear cousin? Not enough tickling? You want more? More on the feet? Well, okay, if you insist!” More feet tickling. On and on. I can’t breathe, and I’m dying. Finally it was over. I fought to catch my breath and calm down. Every nerve in my body was crackling. Ronnie carefully removed my tape gag and retrieved my panties from my mouth. “Well, look at you! Flushed all over! And your nipples, dear Emma, are definitely standing at attention.” What?! I looked down at my breasts and was amazed to see my nipples looking like erasers. “So, I guess you hated that, didn’t you, little cuz?” “Yes, you were torturing me! You . . . you were relentless!” “Yeah, I can tell how much you hated it. You aren’t turned on at all, are you?” Just then, I felt her finger on my clitoris. “You are soaking wet, Emma!” “No. No! I . . . I . . . ” “Right, that’s what I thought. Tell you what, I’m going to untie one of your hands right now, and let you masturbate, which I suspect you are dying to do. If you can make yourself cum within sixty seconds, I’ll untie your arms and legs for the night. Otherwise you stay tied down till morning. Ready? Here goes!” I felt Ronnie untie my left hand. “No! Ronnie! I can’t do that right here! Right in front of you! I can’t! Really!” “Fifty-five seconds remaining . . . “ Oh, hell! I couldn’t bear to be tied up for the night! And time was running out. I reached down with my left hand and began caressing my clitoris – a little awkward because I was right-handed, another of Ronnie’s evil schemes! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the now-increasing surges of pleasure I was able to coax from my clitoris and vagina. “Ummm! Ohhhh! . . . “ “Hey, keep it down, kid, you’ll wake up young Noah. And then we’ll have to invite him in!” My left hand went into overdrive. I was plunging hard and fast into my vagina. I’m used to rubbing my nipples when I do this, but I only had one hand to work with. Hard and faster. Now! Yes! “Ohhhhh. Yess! Yesssss!” I shuddered and came harder than I had ever cum before. OMG. Ronnie was beside herself. “Way to go, Emma! Proud of you! I don’t think you quite woke anyone up, but you were close! We’ll know for sure if we hear a knock at the door. Okay, let’s untie you – for now!” She reached out and undid the ropes on my right wrist and both ankles. It felt heavenly to be able to move around. I got up and moved to reclaim my clothes, when Ronnie interrupted. “No, no. No getting dressed. I think you are going to sleep naked tonight. And no covers for you.” I hated this. I think. I sat on the edge of the bed while Ronnie got ready for bed. Once she was in bed and was snuggled warm beneath the sheets and the duvet, I stretched out, nude and uncovered, next to her. This was another new feeling for me, a little sexy at first, then just plain naked and exposed. How would I ever get to sleep?